[center][hr][hr][img]https://image.ibb.co/hHTZ3p/pro.gif[/img][hr][color=536d78][b]Date:[/b][/color] Monday May 23rd, 2017[hr][/center] [color=ed1c24]*Okay, I am going to be posting less and less straight out information for you all. Mystery is heating up and so the rolls and such need to pick up. Check your skills, use them, call for rolls. You can call for a roll before you post or you can leave a roll request at the end of your post and your results will be placed in the next update.[/color]

[color=536d78][b]Chicago, Illinois:[/b][/color] Adelaide looked over to Robert and shrugged slightly. "I don't know. That was what got me. The article never mentioned a name. Of who she killed. And when I tried to access the police records, public record and all that, there were none. The sheriff at the time told me he figured they had just gotten lost to time or something like that. I figured he just wasn't telling me since I was a high school kid at the time. I didn't think much of it after graduation, I just wanted the hell out of town, like most of us did."

	Running her fingers through her hair she sighed and then her head snapped to the side. There was a buzz that rang through the vault. Walking over to a monitor she looked and there was some guy in a pageboy cap standing at the door. Hitting the intercom button, she spoke. "I'm sorry, we're closed," she said through it. The man hit the button near the door. 

	"Yeah, I'm with Wentworth Security. Was sent over," he said before looking at the camera. His [url=http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/fp/DJ+Qualls+DJ+Qualls+Vancouver+gjkNuQ017SPl.jpg]face[/url] shown finally. Holding up his Wentworth id he showed it to the camera. "See. Was told to get my skinny ass over here, gonna let me in?"

	Adelaide looked closely and sighed. "Yeah, be right up," she said before casting a glance towards Robert. "Well, he wasn't lying about getting someone over here quick."

	Back at the church, Atticus looked over at Caesar and shrugged. "Seriously, I got no fucking clue. Just let me know if you find out anything about Juno along the way. If I had answers I would be in the fucking Vatican and does this look like the Vatican?" he asked as he reached over and took the dice before getting up. Placing it back in the box along with the photocopy he locked it tight and took it back over to the shelf. "The fact you already knew something, that I felt the need to tell you, I dunno, just hoping it's God whispering in my ear and not something worse," he said before looking over towards Caesar. 

	"All I do know is every piece of information I can dig up on these things coincidences with some person or nation or religion coming to major power. Last time it was on the church's radar was back during World War 2, if you get my drift," he added before turning back to Caesar. "Go to Grimm, do your thing there, I'll relay the message to your family, you relay anything you find out to me. We'll call it even. Hopefully something will come of it," he said before looking at his watch. "Fuck, I got an AA meeting I gotta oversee in a few." 

[color=536d78][b]Road To Grimm:[/b][/color] Zoie nodded and turned back to the speaker. Putting the order in and then getting the total and told to drive forward. One window to pay, one to get the food. It didn't take long before they had their order and she was pulling away from the drive thru window. Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot she threw the car in park and sided before pulling out her food from the bag and then handing the bag over to Mali. Sure they could have gone in to eat instead of sitting in the parking lot but after everything that had happened recently, it was probably best to just chow down there, switch seats since Mali offered to drive, and then get the hell out of dodge. Not to mention small towns weren't exactly the most accepting of places and her and Mali stuck out like sore thumbs in this neck of the woods. They were in corn farming territory. 

	"Oh yeah, I knows how to treat a lady," Zoie joked as she held up a chicken nugget before popping it into her mouth. As bad as McDonald's could be she had had far worse growing up in South Georgia. She remembered when they got their first Hardee's and flashing red light on the highway that ran through the town she was born and raised in. They thought they were big time then. Of course they still had to drive thirty minutes just to get to the nearest Piggly Wiggly. "I swears, no matters how far I get away from the south, every damn small town is the same. Red necks are everywhere," she said as she pointed to a large pick up truck that had wheels on it far too big for the truck itself and it was jacked up beyond belief. "That's what I call a sorry about yer dick mobile," she teased. The truck was obviously not for farm work. It was too clean, too pretty. That truck had probably never been on a dirt road. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana ([url=https://i.ibb.co/vBryJmf/ar121729041222794.jpg]Grimaldi Manor[/url]):[/b][/color] Down in the basement, as Priya tried to turn the music off, it didn't exactly work. The button switched the songs only and suddenly a rather [url=https://youtu.be/jghgroHc-AM]disturbing song[/url] was playing on a vinyl record. 

	[color=ed1c24]"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't."[i] I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time and every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind and the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine, and took the pill has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels. To stand outside your virtue no one can ever hurt you or so they say. Her name is...[/i][/color] 

	As the song got to that point the record seemed to scratch violently and then the system fizzled and sparked before it died fully. The draft picked up and the sound of someone chuckling faded off in the distance somewhere down in the basement. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Police Station):[/b][/color] Roy shook his head slowly. "No and I don't fucking like it," he muttered as the track lighting above them flickered. He was turning around slowly, looking around with his gun out, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. He took a step and his foot didn't exactly plant fully. It slipped a little. Stopping he looked down at the white and gray speckle tile. There was something dark on the floor and he grumbled under his breath. "Fucking hell," he said as the lights above flickered again and he caught a dark red sheen from the substance on the ground. He didn't bother kneeling down to check it, the man had been a cop in Justice long enough to know what it was. Hell anyone that had lived in Justice more than a day probably knew what it was. The streets seemed to always run with the shit. Blood was as common as water in that town. 

	"We're in the middle of a god damn crime scene," he said over his shoulder to Cecily. Pulling out a flashlight from his back pocket he clicked it on and held it under his gun as he kept moving forward. The security cameras behind the counter were flickering with snow feed and there were papers torn from the bulletin board on the wall. Roy was half tempted to call out to see if anyone responded but he wasn't going to be that dumb ass white guy in a movie calling to see if the killer was around. Like the fucker would suddenly reply with a [i]yeah, I'm in the kitchen, you want a sandwich?[/i]