[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 -> The Police Station
[color=9C00FF]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	[color=9C00FF]"Well you know, I do try,"[/color] he said with a slight laugh, giving Megan a slight smirk. To him it was funny, even if she didn't see it that way, and that was all that really mattered. He went up with her out of the Morgue to the main station, figuring that they should probably hurry up already and head for the orphanage. He heard Isabella before he actually saw her, and looked over at her, giving her a bit of a smile. [color=9C00FF]"Now why would we want to do that?"[/color]

	Hearing Megan's words made him wonder a bit, since technically they probably shouldn't leave Isabella behind, she was his partner and this was a homicide investigation or something like that, meaning technically she should come along. Even if it was something that was a bit of a family issue or something. Jack didn't care if Megan got mad at him over it. [color=9C00FF]"...We're heading out to the orphanage where a dead body was found, see if they can answer a few questions,"[/color] he told her with a shrug.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A36AC7]Rosalia Rider[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/l3vRofYKCYCY16cgg/source.gif[/img][hr][color=A36AC7]Location:[/color] the Streets
[color=A36AC7]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	At first, she didn't really notice the car that was coming up alongside her. Rosalia wasn't exactly one to stick around, and usually paying any sort of attention to anyone else wasn't exactly something she cared to do. The type of people who typically wanted to talk to her were cops, and that was usually to have her spend a few days in jail or something. Talking to people wasn't something she typically did, since she usually kept her head down after she had stolen something.

	Hearing the man's voice, she couldn't help but turn to look over at him, stopping somewhat in her tracks. She didn't tend to use her real name, ever, choosing to go by her alias more of. [color=A36AC7]"Whose asking? And what could you possibly know about that?"[/color] she asked him, a little hesitant about it. No matter what happened here, she was going to constantly be on guard, she never trusted anyone, especially someone who just drove up to her and started talking. A part of her was curious as to what it was that he was talking about, and how he knew about her parents. That was the only reason she decided to talk to him.