[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9C00FF]Jack Gold[/color][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/c710e06e7be2e8cf804fcdda9a91738fe8b12f5e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6f7977564951515332716e3173773d3d2d3530353932363935302e313531646638653466643632636237313738343735313530363832382e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][hr][color=9C00FF]Location:[/color] the Morgue 
[color=9C00FF]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	Jack was originally just flipping through any sort of papers he had on his desk at the police station. Normally since at the moment there wasn't really anything that required his attention immediately. Things were more or less somewhat slow, and that actually was a good thing, since it meant that there was nothing bad really going on. He could go get some coffee or something, as he practically lived off of the stuff anyway, and when he thought about it, he figured he might as well. He probably would grab some for his sister down in the Morgue too while he was at it. Since she was a bit of insomniac, she probably could use some caffeine. 

	He went to a nearby coffee shop, just nodding slightly at the person behind the counter. Jack tended to go there often enough that just about all of the employees knew who he was, and usually what it is that he ordered. After he had gotten the coffee, he headed back, sipping the mug that he had, feeling the rush of sugar and caffeine. He knew that odds were he probably shouldn't be drinking the stuff all of the time, but it wasn't exactly an easy thing to stop drinking. Though he did have to admit that he probably had a caffeine addiction of sorts since he practically lived off of the stuff.

	Heading to the Morgue, he was partially wondering what exactly his sister, Dr. Pendragon, would be doing. There also was the matter of the letter, the weird thing he had gotten earlier that day. Jack wondered if his sister had gotten one, considering the fact that they both had come from the same place for the most part. Walking into the Morgue, he stopped slightly when he saw that Megan was talking to a corpse. Sadly, this wasn't the first time in his life that he had walked in on her talking to a dead person, it was fairly common. Letting out a bit of a sigh, he walked over to her. [color=9C00FF]"Hey Meg, so, talking to another patient of yours or something?"[/color] he asked her with a bit of a laugh.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A36AC7]Rosalia Rider[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/309e2612dd09112840bcef39a624e269/tumblr_inline_neuh86NvhQ1ss1lam.gif[/img][hr][color=A36AC7]Location:[/color] the Streets
[color=A36AC7]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	Rosalia had left her very small apartment earlier in the morning and had been out and about on rooftops and so forth since then. Every now and then though, she'd pull an envelope out of her pocket and read the strange letter that she had gotten earlier that day. As far as she was concerned, family was nothing to her. She never had one, and while several other kids at the orphanage had gotten adopted out to other families, she never had one. Her birth parents were essentially a non-existent thought to her, as they had abandoned her, and left her with no one. Rosa had learned early on that the only person she could count on for help was herself.

	As she wandered through the alleyways and down streets, she'd wave on occasion towards those that she recognized. For as long as she could remember, several people where she was would suggest her going to a shelter or something, or maybe even suggesting that she see about getting her GED. Yeah, no, she had dropped out of school for a reason, that sort of thing never interested her. She could read and write, as well as draw (though she'd never admit that last one to anyone) so as far as she was concerned she didn't really need to know anything else. She wanted to be left alone, as no one else had ever really cared about her, and she definitely did not need anyone else to survive,

	Though her mind kept wandering to the letter she had gotten, and once more, she pulled the letter out of her pocket, reading it over. A small part of her wondered who had sent it, and a part of her wondered who her actual parents were. Rosalia quickly pulled herself out of the day dream however and shook her head slightly. [color=A36AC7]"I don't need anyone... Who needs parents anyway,"[/color] she muttered to herself, before she crumpled up the letter and tossed it, wanting to have it get as far away from her as possible.