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STATUS: Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there 5 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
Current Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there
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6 yrs ago
Bond, James Bond, 007. You can never be replaced and will be deeply missed sir. RIP Connery 😭
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6 yrs ago
Major Congrats to all my peeps in The Walking Dead - We have reached the 5 year strong milestone!!! HOLY SHIT!
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6 yrs ago
If things get real bad and you have to resort to cannibalism remember: Vegans first, they are the closest thing to grass fed.
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6 yrs ago
March didn't come in like a lion... It came in like a T-Rex with PMS, and hemorrhoids, wearing barbed wire undies....
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I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned.

Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol.

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This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it.

Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you."
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In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
October 5th, 1924

George hunched over his in seat and looked down at the floor. There was a small nod from him and a little grunt. "Mmm, I know what this entails. Mmm, visions...mmm brandings...mmm dreams...mmm death." His lone eye drifted up to the Lord Major as he nodded again. Peter had told him, George knew what was going on. George had seen war and things far worse than war. He felt obligated to stay, it was paramount to him to watch over those there now. This may have been in conflict with Peters beliefs to be there, but it wasn't for George. There was no conflict of interest with this mission.

Rising from his place he placed his hat on. "Mmm, will gather my things, mmm notify my employer of my absence, mmm and return this evening." With that he turned and started to head for the door. He only stopped long enough to inform the Lord Major that he would accept no payment of service for this endeavor. Peter was family to him, you didn't get paid to help family. Turning he left the room and exited the Barracks, heading south as soon as he did. Not going north would mean he was missing what was going down in the street by the Museum but then again, he had already seen one body burn. It was best he didn't see another right then.

Over at the museum, things were changing and quickly. Mahendra had been injured, Vera had had a brush with near death, and it seemed that there was another who had been branded. The suggestion to go to the barracks was a solid one and Akhmed quickly went to aide Mahendra walk. "Of course my goddess," Akhmed said to Josephine as he lead the man out of Veras office, suggesting that perhaps Josephine help Vera along and Nora tend to Mosi just to be safe. Vera nodded, she wasn't going to argue this point. She caused this chaos with Mahendra and felt awful about it. She was a little battered from the tumble but it was nothing compared to what her new aide must be going through. She was sure he was going to quit over this.

As they were about to exit the museum, Akhmed stopped as Lauren came towards the building. She did not look like a woman who had made a happy transaction for meat. Then he spotted the smoldering pile in the street. "What happened?" he asked but then kept pushing forward, no matter what happened, Mahendra needed to be tended to and that would mean crossing the street and heading for the barracks. Time was of the essence, the man was bleeding profusely.

Vera gasped and covered her mouth as she followed out the door. "The smell..." she said as she covered her mouth. She was used to all sorts of smells having worked with the dead for so long but this was different. This was something created in a nightmare and rolled in umbrage. "Is...that?" she asked with a trembling finger pointed towards the body.

"Neema..." Akhmed said quietly.
In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Jahosafat walked Bridgette down to the Medical bay and showed her the body of poor dearly departed Atticus. At the womans words he cocked a brow. "I am not entirely aware of your Preachers proclivities for primal pursuits but I do recall him being part of a close encounter of charlatan charades last evening." In truth, the Doctor was pretty sure that he was aware of just how debauched the former man of the cloth could be but he wasn't going to besmirch the mans memory at that time. And considering that his colleague seemed to have had some feelings for the man of a more intimate nature, he did not want to add fuel to the fire.

Cyril had no idea what was going but he didn't care. He was making a fluffernutter sandwich for the pretty lady. Because she was a pretty lady, he had to make a pretty sandwich but that wasn't hard because every fluffernutter was pretty. He slowly stopped as he heard yelling and screaming from the hallway. Apparently the girls had left the captains office and then ENTIRE showdown was happening in the HALLWAY - "Shit biscuits, there's a fight!" Jericho said with a mouth covered in fluffernutter.

Jahosafat heard it to. There was ALOT of screaming and it was echoing down the stairs and through the ship. Slowly he pushed out of the Medical bay and walked back up the stairs. Turning at the top of them to head towards the screaming. He wasn't the only one as the tall simple man was right behind him as they started to approach the hallway to the bridge. Jahosafat stopped as Anisa drew her gun. Cyril looked wide eyed. "Why the pretty ladieth fighting? he asked innocently. The doctor had an idea as he watched, his hand resting where his side arm usually was but he kicked himself mentally for not putting it on now.

Everything turned and it seemed both Anisa and Daphne got a case of the giggles. The event was quick and the exchange fast, no one died. Yet. Anisa started walking towards the galley and stopped as she spotted a few people standing there. "The Pender sisters are leaving the vessel, they have three minutes and forty-two seconds," she announced flatly through the com to her left that went over the entire ship. Jahosafat nodded and slipped by Anisa to pick up the womans weapons. Cyril was just standing there and held out with one hand a messy sandwich.

"For you pretty lady." Anisa reached out slowly, a confused look on her face as Cyril stood there innocently. "Thank you for my room." Taking the sandwich she looked down at it and then at the man child. Nodding slightly she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the galley still a bit off edge. "Pretty lady liketh me." "Oh yeah, got half a stock off that one."
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Rule Change 9/3/18: Due to the amount of Rpers in this RP, I am instituting a Temporary Change from a minimal of 2 posts to a minimal of 10 posts between your last and current.
In Let's Gush! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
It's Time To Party!

Today in The Walking Dead we officially closed the chapter on Year 4. It took two years in Rp to get it done but we did it. The chapter closed and we begin a new in Year 5. I am so excited for what is in store for this story but more than that I am beyond proud and honored to have been able to GM this Rp for so long with such amazing Rpers. Some have been with me since the very beginning of the RP, others are new.They are all stupendous.

@Sigil - The man who probably has had the most colorful characters to ever grace an RP.
@Nallore - My whip cracker who has taught us the most important lesson to date - Never Kiss A Corpse.
@Morose - One half to probably the cutest ship ever and who has actually made a skill out of playing monopoly.
@FantasyChic - Who came in, made me wonder, and turned into a true friend.
@Rivaan - The sweet heart who welcomes everyone with open arms.
@ONL - Our resident Viking who always leaves us guessing.
@Remipa Awesome - Who made playing old cool again.
@QT - Who picked up the mantle of another and kept things moving.

There have been so many others but these are my current Peeps in TWD and I couldn't ask for a better group. I have said it before but I will say it again - Thank you, it's a honor to be your GM.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Year 5 OOC Update:

Alright, all counters are reset as of now!

It has been a hell of a year. Please read the IC before you read below and check the Zeroth and First post of the OOC for many updates. IC first unless you want some major fucking spoilers.

The update below is for those that were part of Year 4 of TWD. (This excludes those in the swamp due to the fact you all have just begun and have had no time jumps.)

*Please make sure that BEFORE you open the hider below you have read the IC post!!!! Spoilers contained within!!! Do NOT make mention of anything that has happened in Discord Chat for at least 24 hours so no spoilers are given to those that have not had a chance to read the IC post yet!!!


In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Walking Dead: Year 5
Character Death Count: 45
Limbs Lost: 3
So unreal.
Time passes..
Everything changes...

Out, deep in the woods of Georgia, as the kudzu grew like wildfire a scream ripped through the chattering of birds. Their songs going silent as the screaming was echoed with the flapping of wings as a flock of dark feathers lefts the trees and headed to the clouds rolling over head. There was nothing that could be done. They tried, how they tried. They had found each other once again on the road to Zebulon. It had been a happy reunion as hugs were exchanged and deep kisses of love. They never thought they would see each other again, even though voices had been heard on the radio, there was always doubt because if the people of Newnan had learned anything, nothing lasts forever.

In the end it didn't matter. Breath, just breath. Take a moment, see what you have, what you don't. A quick break to stretch your legs. We will get back on the road shortly. Just a few minutes. A few minutes. A few last minutes. A yell for help in the woods. It sounded familiar. They had to go. They had to see. No one that survived got left behind. Not today damn it. Stay together, weapons ready, but we are going. Move out.

A sound, another call for help. There, hanging off the ledge of a ravine. I see her. Rope, where's the rope? Anchor, hold your ground. Who is it? I can't see a face! No more words. Red hair. Tie me off. I got this. No I weigh less. By the time they got down to the body it was too late. Cries. It wasn't someone they knew. Pull me up. Hoist, pull! Shit! The ground! Red Georgia clay, it slips and once it starts, nothing stops it. Grabbing a hold of each other, grabbing a hold of the rope. Each trying frantically to save themselves and the ones next to them.

Oh god no... We can't get to them. No, we have to go. The hoard is coming. Run! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The hordebuster fired up and drove as fast as it could gain speed south. There was nothing that could be done. They were gone. We couldn't save them. Tears flowed and all was silent as they watched in the rear view mirror the hoard coming, knowing that at the bottom of that ravine lay three bodies. One of a woman they had never known, and two lovers still gripping each other for dear life even in death. The tears flowed freely for Tiffany and Ray that day. They had died trying to save someone else but in the end it didn't even matter.
Character Death Count: 48
Limbs Lost: 3

Zebulon, that was the destination. Yet, this would barely be a stopping point. Wiffs of white smoke rose into the air that could be seen for miles away. Pulling up to what was thought to have been a safe point, a moment to breath. It wasn't. The place was burned to ash and was still smoldering. There was blood, so much blood. Whoever had been there was now gone. Charred remains could be seen in the building. The smell, it was something that would not soon be forgotten. They were too late.

We have to wait, there could be more. They could be dead! You want to die! Maybe! The world was on fire. Could anyone save them? Could they save themselves? What was the point. More were dead and they didn't even know who this time. Sometimes even death couldn't provide closure. They refused to count these deaths, these bodies. They didn't know who they were. Maybe they were part of Eden. If so they didn't deserve to be counted among their dead. What hope was left? Hope springs in the least likely of places. Tied to a Speed limit sign, a pair of silk ballet slippers. Written in Blood...

J.
South..
T...

Two letters, one word, a line of blood in the shape of a heart encircling it as the slippers waved against the sign in the wind. It was no destination but it was a direction, it was a course, it was hope. For now, it was a small light of hope as the winds shifted and ash caught up in it, dancing across the street empty of life, save the five of them. Time to go, we're moving out. There was a destination in the mind of one of them, and it was south. Keep hope going, for now.
Character Death Count: 48...+?
Limbs Lost: 3

We're getting out of here and we are getting out of here now. That was the consensus. The building was crumbling, the Edenites were dead, the supplies raided. They had to move. There were five of them that remained even though they had come in with seven. Lucky seven was not so lucky. There would be no retrieving the bodies. No burying the cowboy and the kiwi. They barely made it out with the own lives. They couldn't go back. You could never go back. Give me your hand. No, I got you. You got this. Toss me the bag. Ready? Can you walk? This way. Hurry, let's get out of here. No, this way. No, I said I would go here! There isn't time! We have to run! Where are they all coming from? I don't know, just go! Which way? South, head south! I'm sorry, I tried but I just couldn't. We couldn't. I wasn't going to risk their lives anymore. You know where to find me. You better fucking find me. You made a promise.

Turn south. Keep going. We're out of gas. Okay we hoof it. We can't. You need to rest. No, we keep moving. We stop and things go bad, we don't stop, we don't ever stop. We have to. Some of us have to eat. Eat while you walk, it's in a can. Would you two stop fighting over a can of pasta? A crappy can at that. Fighting words? Keep moving. Fine, rest. We can rest here.

Walk.
Rest..
Repeat...

Shit! What is it? A bear trap? Fucking hell! Get a crow bar. Hold on, we got you. We'll open it, you pull. Ready? Three, two, one! Fuck! Was that supposed to happen? Oh my god. Get the med kit! Fuck that, get inside. Lift the leg! Keep it up! Can you? No, it has to go. Get me a saw! This is going to hurt. Bite down on this! Ready? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

I found it, how's the fever? Well I found some meds locked in a glove box of an abandoned car. Hold on, just a little longer. Hold on. It was all we could say. Hold on. The cold wasn't helping, or maybe it was. Winter was hard, on anyone. To someone that had lost a limb it was agony but maybe it was what helped us keep the fever in check until we found medication. We might have lost a leg, left leg right below the knee, that winter but we did save a life. Sure, it is hard getting around but Alex is a strong one for an old grunt. Manny earned that can of O's.
Character Death Count: 48
Limbs Lost: 4

Two groups of known location, unknown to the rest. Team Newnan kept pushing south but had to start going west. Sometimes a week would pass, sometimes a month, but eventually a sign would pop up. Smeared in blood or clay. It told them to keep heading this way or that. They kept following. Somewhere around November, in the bitter cold and just over the Alabama border there was a sign. It was different from the rest and caused the hordebuster to come to a screeching halt on a slick road, thankfully the drivers skills had improved behind the wheel.

J.
South..
T...

This sign was different from the others. This one had on another sign below it more written. James Sally Newnan, born September 17th. On the sign by the name were two tiny foot prints smeared in clay. Paper, who has paper? Press, carefully, carefully. Hold still. Your foot is in my eye. Just a second more. Got it yet? Almost! Hold on! Got it! They're alive! Somewhere. Maybe. September was a long time ago. Months is an eternity in this world. Come on, we gotta keep pressing on. There is still a promise to fulfill.
We Carry On

Each group kept pressing forward over the next months and through the new year. There were set backs, break downs, fights, walkers, people that crossed their paths, but the groups kept moving. One followed the signs, another followed a map. Both in the end have the same destination - Mexico Beach Florida. Neither group has managed to get there. Both are still pressing forward. Today is April 1st, 2012 and it is mid day. Now we pick up. Now we carry on. Now we are the Survivors.

There are now direct Latitude/Longitude maps available in the OOC - you can click on those and zoom in and around for more detail. Those below are just your detailed maps. Remember, there are more walkers out there, these are just the most obvious.




Thana Martin
Location: Quincy : E9 (Front Porch)
Skills: Survival, Pistol

Thana drew her pistol. She only had one of two left. They both had been her fathers, ones her sister had gotten a hold of and were left behind in Newnan when she died. Thana could do nothing about losing one of them but she guarded this second one as if it was a child. She would rather be using a knife right now but supplies were limited and all she had was the gun and all it had was one bullet left. If she had to use it she was going to make it count.

Looking around the front porch she was quiet. One never knew what could be waiting inside for them. Poor Alexander probably needed a rest right now. They all could use one. They needed supplies. Desperately. It had been a long trek into Florida over the last year. Her destination was Mexico Beach, Florida. It was a small beach town, retirement type place, about an hour east from Panama City. Somewhere she had gone as a child. Somewhere her father always told her if anything happened to go there. It was all she had left. She had made a promise to get there. She was going to.

Yet she had others to watch over now as well. There was the five of them. They had been through hell together but they had made it this far. She wasn't going to abandon them, not now, not even for Ash. That was even if he was still alive. She didn't know. She didn't try to think about it but she did from time to time. Late at night, when it was quiet, it would creep into her mind. They had only shared a day together but he was the last one she had shared any moment like that with. Gavin was gone. How he had died and she still lived perplexed her. If anyone was going to survive this shit storm of a world now, it was him. Yet he didn't.

Taking a deep breath she glanced over at the two other women in the group. "Shall we clean house ladies?" she asked quietly. Looking over her shoulder back at Alexander and Manny. Manny needed to stay with Alex. Alex was still healing, still getting used to walking with one leg. The girls were the brute strength of the group right now. Not that the guys couldn't fight. They were a hell of a pair, but it was better with the women taking point on checking out a new location. It was just logical.
Wayne Maldonado
Location: Okefenokee: F14 (Outside Truck)
Skills: Not a damn one

"Would you shut for two seconds I gotta think," Wayne yelled as he rolled the window down and spat onto the ground. The spit clinging to his bottom lip he wiped it away with the back of his hand. There was a deep groan that came from him as he leaned back in his seat. "Huh, what?" he asked looking a direction where no one was at first before turning his head and spotting two other men. "What the fuck."

Wayne tried to open the door but it didn't move, then he shoulder checked it and came stumbling out of the thing on the driver side, falling and rolling onto his side. His face hitting the ground just in front of the truck. "No shit I fell, back the fuck off. I swear if you try to kiss my boo-boo I will wipe my ass with your blue fur," he yelled as he stumbled to his feet and jerked around, slinging a rather thick Feliz Navidad scarf around his neck and snucking up the snot in his nose.

Pulling out a small baggie of pills he downed some before shoving it back into his pocket and grinned psychotically. "Hey there," he said before swinging wildly at the air and starting to run around like he was trying to catch something. Maybe if there had been a bird there or a butterfly it would have made sense the way he jumped and swatted at the air but there was nothing. Get back here you blue buck toothed glitterfucker!" he yelled as he ran around the truck.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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Alright new update has been posted. Those not through the gate, this is your last chance to do so. Next update the ~train~ is leaving the station. There are no PM notes this round, if you need rolls drop me a message for them. ^_^

If you have not posted an opening post yet, make sure to cover both the opening post and the latest update in your post.

Watch counters, remember if you have no posted an intro today will be day 6 of 7 shortly. If you have posted an intro post your counter is going from when you made your last post.

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Each one moved passed the gate, save for two of the ones that could be assumed to be men. One of course had been at least verbally trying to assist the one that passed out at the gate. The other hadn't moved forward yet. "I ain't got all day, in or time to leave," Cas said in a firm voice as he looked at the two in turn. It was time to move if one hadn't already handed over their invitation. Leo looked at Dr. Swamp and fanned out a free hand. The other the invitations were held in.

Placing his fingers to his lips he gave a short loud whistle. Half a heart beat later one could hear rustling in the woods directly to the left and to the right on the inside of the gate. A brief moment later the shrubbery just at the inner side of the gate was moved out of the way. One could see further into the forest and a path that ran along the fence. From each side more men started to walk forward. Males varying in height, weight, and age greatly. The youngest couldn't have even struck puberty yet and barely came up to Leos chest as he walked past. They moved towards the horses and the carriages that were remaining behind and started tending them.

A eerie sound sprung up further inside the gate, down the path that lead into the property. It was like metal rolling over metal, varying and yet constant. There was another noise that accompanied it. Like gear works and fire and steam fighting one another. Puffs of smoke started floating above the tree line into the darkening sky. Two lights seemed like floating orbs moving towards them. They grew in size making it difficult to see what was coming towards them. The men of Shadowell seemed unaffected by this, just watching the guests.

Slowly it came into view. Seated in the contraption was an attractive young man with green eyes and long bronze hair. He was dressed differently than the others. A dark crimson suit that was edged in black fitted over his tall form. Behind the contraption was a line of fifteen chairs. This was something the likes of which did not exist on this level outside of Shadowell. As he reached the group the machine came to a halt the metal shrieked on the tracks. He stood and motioned towards the chairs. "Hey, I'm Owen, this be Shadowell, and yous can have a seat, I'll take you to the manor."
In 🦄 Lady A Studios → 8 yrs ago Forum: The Gallery
The Walking Dead
Survivor Tribute

The Walking Dead is about to move from Year 4 to Year 5. This is a tribute video to all the active alive characters as of this moment. They have been through hell and back and just keep on ticking. This is to honor not only the characters but the Rpers that have gone through so much to keep things moving. We pay a lot of homage to the dead but this one, this is to the Survivors.

Music: I'm a Survivor by 2WEI



In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)


Funeral Home: Ryan looked over towards Priya as she came over and spoke. His brow cocking slightly as he looked her over. "Yeah, none of your business that's what it is," he snarked as David straightened his suit. Trembling he turned and handed one of the glasses of water to Priya with an unspoken thank you in his eyes.

"Actually..." he began but then Riley spoke up. Ryan chuckled and pulled a large yellow folder from his back pocket and thrust it over towards the David. David handed over the other glass of water to Riley before taking the folder and opening it. "Um... Actually, if he wants you to help would be the case here Miss Ridgeway. I'm sorry but he is telling the truth. It seems they were married several years ago. May I?" he asked as he motioned to hand the papers over to Riley.

"Yeah, I don't care. She is my sister-in-law after all," he chuckled. "We're family." In the folder was a copy of a marriage certificate, copy of both Ryans and Chloes birth certificates, and a lot of papers for medical insurance and bills from a rehab center. "She needed help, I gave it to her." Ryan crossed his arms over his chest as he stood there.

The Farm: Relic came back outside. "Goes straight to voicemail," he said. "I'm going to try to locate his phone," he added really faster before going back inside and sitting down at the kitchen table. Taking his laptop out and getting to work. He was going to try to track Marcs phone and see if it was actually on the property the last time it pinged.

Zoie just nodded as the firefighters finished putting out the blaze. Police were showing up now, talking to the firefighters. Investigators showed up next. Zoie slowly stood up as a couple of the men came over to the house and explained that they would need to talk to everyone there. It was time to answer questions. Whose house was it, when did the fire start, was anyone home, who did the limo belong to, and so forth. One of them motioned for Zoie to follow him inside, another asked for Mali to come to the other side of the porch with him, a third went into the kitchen to speak to Relic.

Queensguard: Apparently the man at the gate was finally let in, but he was escorted by one of the extra guards just in case. After everything that had happened, it was not surprising for the added security. This was the first time these people had seen any food delivery men even though he kept swearing he had been there a dozen times before. He was nearly at the point of just throwing the food at them and leaving but he hadn't and was walked into the building and to Thalia. "Would hate to see what a dude would have to do to get in here to deliver a prescription if shit is this tight for a fucking eggroll..." he muttered under his breath.

Maria held out a bag for the diaper and then tied it up and dropped it in the waste basket. "Much better," she said as the baby giggled and smacked his dads hands over and over happily. It seemed that the little one was much better indeed. "I'll get the playpin set up for now, then we have work to do," she said as she stepped away and went to work. It was a simple enough contraption to give the child a place to lay down while they worked. Dark in colors, black, there wasn't any brand names on it. In fact it looked more military than infantile. "Kevlar baby pin, my daughter did make sure to cover bases..." she said quietly as she laid down a blanket in the bottom and spread out a few soft toys and a ring of plastic keys for her grandson.

Texas/Mexico Border: "What...who...you...god...please..." the male voice stammered on the voice. One could hear the sobbing, the worry, the trepidation even though the phone. The paramedics worked as quickly as they could but in the end there was nothing they could do. Slowly they stopped working and shook their heads towards Cecily. Seeing she was on the phone they didn't say anything but they didn't have to.

There was a simple mouthed I'm sorry from one of them before the other got up and walked back to the ambulance. "Is...she... going to be alright?" the an on the phone managed to choke out as the paramedic came back with an all too familiar black item that was folded up. A body bag. It was laid out on the street and the men as quietly as they could moved her body into it and there was a sickening sound of life no more echoing as the zipper was pulled up and the bag closed, covering the doctors face. A heft and the body was on a stretcher and moved into the ambulance. A pool of blood was left behind where Natashas body had once lay.

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