[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 Police Station
[color=9C00FF]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	Jack let out a bit of a sigh, looking over at his sister and her words. He knew that she didn't care too much for Isabella, but it wasn't like he could just ignore her at all. She was his partner, so no matter what sort of situation they ended up in, he generally had to have her tag along for the most part. It all depended on how things went over all. Jack knew that they needed to figure out what all was going on at the orphanage, and if Isabella had to tag along for the entire thing, then she had to tag along. It was just what happened with his job.

	Looking over at Isabella, he nodded his head slightly. [color=9C00FF]"Alright Meg, if you want to drive yourself go for it then... We'll meet you there, come on Isabella, let's get going,"[/color] he said, heading to her car and getting into the passenger seat. Now he was just waiting for her to get into the car and have them start driving off towards the orphanage. Hopefully they'd find out something useful at the orphanage, anything at all would help them out he felt like.

[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]
	[color=A36AC7]"Okay, that's really weird... Why would you write me a letter about my parents?"[/color] she asked him, taking a step back away from him, and just staring somewhat. He looked oddly familiar to her, and after a few moments, she realized where she had seen his face before. He had been the one who had dropped her off at the orphanage all those years ago, meaning he probably [i]]did[/i] know something about her parents, and whoever they truly were. None of this was making too much sense to her, but she knew that at the moment she just had to go along with it.

	[color=A36AC7]"Alright, how do you know my parents? Who are they? And why did you drop me off at the orphanage all those years ago? Since I'm going to be honest, the fact that I ended up stuck there doesn't bode well for you, since after all my life hasn't exactly been a picnic. Yeah, so what I've had weird dreams about stuff, most of it fuzzy and I don't remember them, but most people are like that, so how does that equal anything weird? What I find weird is that you would show up right now asking questions about all of that."[/color]