[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] Annabelle's House
[color=9C00FF]Skills:[/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]
	Jack said nothing as he looked at the young brunette who opened the door to talk to them. She seemed somewhat young, and he just nodded his head slightly as Isabella introduced to her as to who they were. He figured they'd get into the house, write a few notes or whatever as to who had supposedly attempted to kidnap her and the full story that went along with it. Today was just a day full of surprises, that much was for certain. First a Disney wannabe murdered someone with a fireball, and now an attempted kidnapping.

	Even though Isabella had requested to enter the house rather quickly and to tell them then, he pulled out the notebook that he carried around with his pen, figuring he'd be ready the moment she started talking about things. You never really could be too prepared, that was for sure, and usually you wanted to get info on this sort of thing as soon as possible. Since the more time that passed, even if it was just minutes or so, could effect everything when it came to memory.

[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 Park
[color=A36AC7]Skills:[/color] Hand to Hand Combat[hr][hr][/center]
	[color=A36AC7]"Yeah, well that doesn't make me feel better. You say I'm not alone, I beg to differ, I've been alone since I was old enough to understand that literally no one wanted me. Betting just about everyone else from that group of kids or whatever that you mention found homes, well nope, not me. No one wanted me, so why even bother. It's just a fact, I'm alone and no one has ever cared about me so..."[/color] she said simply with a slight shrug as the car eventually came to a stop, and he mentioned wanting to meet up with someone. [color=A36AC7]"Who are you meeting up with? King Arthur in order to save Camelot?"[/color] she said sarcastically, before seeing a bench get thrown and Merlin block it.

	She opened the car door quietly, and got out, sneaking somewhat, and she set the puppy down onto the seat she had just left. [color=A36AC7]"I'll be right back, so how about you stay quiet and safe here, and with any luck this'll all be over soon... That would be a good name for you, Lucky,"[/color] she said softly to the dog, petting it slightly, before she shut the door and started sneaking around the back of the car. She was hoping to not really be noticed by the people throwing park benches.

	Rosalia did have some luck, as she managed to make her way around the group to be able to sneak up somewhat on the goons. Immediately, she went forward to the nearest goon and attempted to kick him. However, unfortunately for her, her kick missed, and now the goon seemed to know that she was there. Great, just what she needed, and her second attempt managed to hit him, but didn't even really seem to phase the guy. Luckily, with her last hit she actually hit him fairly hard, causing him to stumble and now he seemed to be in pain somewhat. With any luck he'd be hurting too much really to do anything.

	But if her luck with trying to hit the guy said anything, that probably wasn't the case.