Lady Luck

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Scallop @Nallore

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Justice Asylum: - Marc heard the ongoing through the ear piece as he was listening to Cecily. He knew that tone and looked over towards Riley. This was not going to be good. "At this rate the hospital or the morgue," he said before tossing the phone to Riley as he sprang from his chair. What in the hell was Felix thinking? He was pushing a woman in an asylum? Maybe he should have been the one there. Sprinting towards the Asylum he ran inside, pulling his gun and his badge.

"Marc Tinder, FBI. Open the damn door," he said to the nurse at the desk.

"You think you can just..." the woman started but Marc wasn't playing. This was life and death. Pointing his side arm at her face he narrowed his eyes.

"Open the fucking door!" he spat. Marc hardly every cursed. He was reserved, kind, a gentleman. Cursing was usually something that never left his lips but every so often, it slipped. Trembling the woman hit the button and the door clicked at the sound of the "beep" - He didn't even look back as he ran through it and took the stairs, bounding up them as quickly as he could but could he get there in time?

A simple step back and a knife was nothing that was going to deter Cynthia. She had been bent on causing major damage for maximum splattering of "paint" - her favorite paint, blood. It was her true medium and she wanted it now. A lot of it. The step back caused her finger nails to miss but she was still able to take Felix down to the floor. The knife being knocked out of his hand and landing on the ground, sliding under one of the book shelves. The crayon.... It hit its mark. Driving it into his eye socket. The only good thing was that it was a dull crayon, small and thin. Being held in her fist the way it was, like a knife, it could only go so deep. Damage was being done though, that crayon went halfway through Felix's right eye before anything else could be done.

The orderlies were not watching and only turned when they heard the crash but the tumble had knocked over the desk Cynthia had been drawing on and the door was blocked. They kept shouldering it but it wasn't moving. Marc came out of the stair well, looking around as he spotted the men trying to get in and darted over to them. Cynthia was cackling, trying to push the crayon even further in but it wasn't working. Pulling it out she went to gouge his other eye but Marc was on top of things.

A firing of his side arm took out the glass window looking into the room and he jumped through, side tackling Cynthia and pinning her to the ground. Coming in behind him were the orderlies as one pushed the mess out of the way of the door so it could open and the other rushing over to Felix who's eye was torn and ripped, half hanging out of the socket.

"We need back up! Someone call 911!" the orderly over Felix yelled.

Cynthia just lay there, her face in the ground as Marc held her there. A pouty smile on her lips as she looked at her work. "Aww, I wasn't finished..." she said in a voice of child like innocence.

Cab: - Zoie chuckled and shook Mali's hand. "Ain't nothin' to be sorry about. Juniper throws most people off," she said in a light hearted voice. "Don't cha be frettin' none though. She just playful is all." Relic rolled his eyes as he adjusted his glasses.

"Yeah, real damn playful sis..."

"Well, let's be gettin' inside. Dinner almost done. Hope yous liked fried chicken and collard greens," she said before turning and walking into the house. The house was old and inside it looked like one might have imagined some plantation home would have during the Civil War. A lazy looking bassethound was sleeping by the fire place. He lifted his head just long enough to let out a very long yawn before licking his lips and settling back down.

"That's Colonel, laziest assed coon hound this side of the Mississippi," she laughed as she walked through the sitting area and into the open kitchen towards the back of the house. "Makes yerself at home, can's I get ya anything to drink? I gots spirits, some coke, sweet tea, what be to yer likin'?" she asked as she pulled out a few glasses from one of the cabinets.

Relic set his bag down next to the couch and shrugged off his hoodie, resting it over it. "Tea," he said.

"Ain't askin' ya. Yous know where shit is. Askin' yer guest," she scolded him and Relic rolled his eyes again before entering the kitchen to fix himself something to drink.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Time Of Death: Evening, June 13th, 2010

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The Crash Site - Astrid looked over towards Meg as a few droplets of sweat beaded down her brow. It was obvious that the fever was setting in on her. "Hoard... Got Bridgette, we lost the horses. One man that was coming to help with prosthetics got thrown and impaled, we lost him. Boy with a compound fracture severed an artery on the way, we lost him. The woman was thrown from her bike when we came around the corner and she re-ended the truck. Landed on the tree. Me... Walker, retrieving Bridgette's body," she said rather flatly but that was her normal tone, though it did seem weaker than it normally did.

"No need, I will take care it myself once we reach the outer wall. I will not enter. I simple request a burning for myself and Bridgette once I take care of my last act," Astrid said to Ash once he finished giving orders. "We have several that need to be transported back to Newnan for medical attention. One severed limb, Ray. One severe malnutrition, Ciel. Tiffany and Chloe there are tending to the two. Chloe has medical training. Truck cannot make it back to Newnan, need to transport rest of remaining Franklin folk to Newnan to meet up with Beni," Astrid added as she stood there before walking off towards the back of the Buster and climbing up as best she could to the top where Jack would be setting up look out. "If I drop just let me go," she said matter of factly as she sat down.

Things seemed pretty calm as they began to move people from the back of the truck and over the tree. That was until the Russian caught some of the blood soaked wood that was there thanks to Tryke's little impalement and well... You see, he was trying to move one of the people over the try with the help of someone else. He laid down his end of the stretcher to step over and shit went south... He ended up doing the same damn thing. Except not through his chest but his eye socket and down till his skull bulged at the back side. Seems Jack needs to find a new best man.

Inside Franklin High School - "Okay, just start at the one end of the cut and work your way to the other like you would sewing up a rip in your shirt. Tie off each stitch as you go, should only take 10 or so to get it done," she said as she took her belt off and laid her head down with the belt between her teeth. Before she did that she slipped off her jacket and tossed it to the side, revealing the long trail of burn scars along her shoulder. "Alright, go for it girl, you got this," she asurred Amelia with the belt in her mouth.

Outside Franklin High School - Lyon was out in front of the school, along with others dealing with the left over remains of the injured and those that had died. Hearing a voice Lyon looked over past the chain link fence and stood up to his full height. "Hold your fire," he instructed as he stepped over towards the gate and motioned for the girl to come over to the fence. "Pick up your weapons, last thing you need is to be stuck out there and get eaten before we can do anything about it. Now, rules. You come in and try anything, we will kill you without a single question. You need something, we will help you as long as you work. We don't put up with anything. No fighting, no bickering, no hassles. No tolerance policy. If you can handle that, you can come in," he said as he undid the chain on the gate and opened it slightly. "So gonna come in or stay out there? I really gotta get back to these bodies," he said tapping his foot slightly.

Newnan Northern Gate - "Alright Mr. James," the man radioed in and then turned his attention towards the woman on the street after calling for a detail to meet James down at the outer portion of the northern gate. It was rare they ever used this gate, in fact most were required to walk around to the southern gate because coverage was better there for those defending the wall. "Weapons on the ground," the man called down to her. Once she had placed them on the ground and James had arrived the gate would be cracked open just wide enough to let one out at a time. The detail would take point coming in and surrounding her as the wall kept an eye out for Walkers along the north end of the city.

Newnan Streets - Outside Kris would see Froggy helping various people get small cuts and bruises tended to. Dick was heading back towards Zoie's house, his arm was obvious hurt considering the bandage on it but Froggy just looked over at Kris and shook his head. It was obvious it was better to just let the man go for now, Dick was hard enough to get along with at the best of times. Right then, Froggy felt he would just snap on anyone would get near him. Standing up he ushered a couple of people over towards the infirmary before stepping over to Kris as he cleaned his hands off on a rag. "We have a lil' problem. Sophia," he said as he motioned towards her body. "Do not want to take her in and have Niesha see just yet. Help me get her into the back room where I have Zoie's body through the back entrance please," he said with a sad voice.

Newnan Infirmary - Tatiana mimicked what Niesha wanted her to do, she was a little stiff in some movements but nothing major. Lowering her arms, she held still as Niesha cleaned up the small cut on her forehead and placed a little band-aid on it. "Dank you," she said with a slightly less nervous smile as she slipped off the gurney and stood up. Nodding towards Kris as Kris headed out of the infirmary. "I can help here vhile she out there helping Doctor. I knov basic first aide, learn from EMT out in... vhere vas dat? Place Dorthy from? Kansas?" she said softly. A couple of Newnan folk came into the Infirmary, glancing around and just having a seat. There were a few small second degree burns that needed more tending to, a couple of scrapes and bruises. The burns were the worst of it is seemed, people who had helped with the fire had gotten too close but they had managed to get everything put out before anything else went boom.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Time Of Death: Evening, June 13th, 2010

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Even though the evening sun is setting and their has been a lot of noise coming from where those on the road are, things seem to be calming down. An explosion miles away has gotten the main attention of the hoard and it is turning before it rounds the corner and sees the group stopped at the fallen tree. Ray is holding steady and with some IV adjustments and the hanging of a new plasma bag, he should be coming too. Astrid looks over towards Tiffany and asks her to put the gun away for now. The last thing they want it draw more attention to them. Pulling out her long sword she hands it to Tiffany. "Rest of the group seems to have things covered but if any get too close or I black out, you know what to do," she says rather matter of factly.

Ceil should be doing better despite everything, a lot of IV fluids with various vitamins and minerals, plus the medication he is being given by Astrid should have him feeling better than he has in a while. He will still feel hungry of course and weak but no where near deaths door unless he is a hypochondriac at this point. He will have a long road of recovery ahead of him but as long as he holds still and doesn't try to move too much he should be stable for now.

Looking over as Chloe came out of the woods Astrid narrowed her eyes. A new person coming out of no where? Normally she would have just tackled the woman but she was too tired and feeling the fever beginning to set in. It wasn't time to turn away help. The members of Franklin kept an eye on her as Astrid motioned for her to come over. "Good, we have several dead and two left alive that we are trying to get to our doctor. One has lost a limb, the other is suffering severe malnutrition. You take the leg, leave weapons on the ground before you come close or someone is going to take your head off," she said coolly as she added medication to Ciel's IV and checked it's position on his arm to make sure it was open and flowing.

Over in Franklin - Sana gets to the infirmary with Amelia and starts telling Amelia where bandages and such are so they can get to work on cleaning her knife wound and putting some stitches in. The sounds of gun fire continue outside of the school but they are slowly dying down. It isn't that the people of Franklin are picking off whoever is attacking them, just that the group in the woods is starting to pull back at this point considering they have picked off a few of the group. Doesn't seem like they want to raid the place. Out near the center of Franklin there is the round of trucks and cars starting up and people laughing over the fact they killed people. "That'll keep them scared a while longer," one says before climbing into the bed of a old Ford and driving off towards the north east.

Down in Newnan, things are going better than expected - All those piling up to leave - ARE GONE NOW! (All characters that are planning on leaving out of the front gate at this point and on the road.) Jim makes sure the gate is locked up tight once the crew it south of the outer wall. Guy and several others are getting the fire put out and Dick manages to get the gas cut off so it doesn't spread anymore. The walker formerly known as Sophia is rising up, still smoldering from the fire and begins shuffling down the street towards anything that moves - Right now that is Bazhooli since he seems to be heading towards her. Froggy looks at Sophia and sighs as he sees her walking in her now toasted form but has to turn his attention to Dick who comes out from behind the armory holding his hand from a severe burn on.

In the infirmary, is where things are going bad. Can't tell what went wrong but Tom is starting to convulse. Seems like the burns are far more severe than one might have first thought, or maybe when everything erupted he took some major blunt force trauma. Either way, the obvious pain in his eyes doesn't last long. Tatiana gasps as he just goes limp and his eyes close, there is nothing more that can be done for him.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

How it seems I never get a holiday....

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Time Of Death: Evening, June 13th, 2010

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The second of Newnan was dead but no one but the people in the infirmary at her time of death knew that. That meant that only Victor, Tatiana, Neisha, Tom and Kris were aware. None on the street, none over the radio. It wasn't announced so no one else knew. (Glad that is cleared up)

The armory has had two explosions now. One inside and one outside. The place is on fire, having killed Sophia and knocked Dick back. (Oh, some of you ran in? Tsk tsk, why would anyone run into a burning building >.>) - Yet no one was taking care of the flames. (Seriously, I find this funny. Two explosions and no one even tried. You all really have made this round all too easy on me.)

Now, where was I? Oh yes, what is happening now, not what was happening last couple of rounds. Forgive me, I do so like looking back and chuckling. Though, you do know I could have had this post done by now but right now I am taking my time. (Game of Thrones is on, it is rather inspirational)

The flames in the Armory in Newnan are creeping higher inside, smoke is billowing up and crawling over the ground as the flames lick the ceiling by the basement door and are making their way towards the main room where all the weapons are housed. This isn't good, especially considering the list of items in there. There are some boom boom materials. That isn't the only problem, a single stream is rocketing out of a broken pipe outside of the infirmary outside in the alleyway.

While in Franklin the bullets keep flying. Amelia and Mike are trapped in a room with no other exit. Outside the sounds of gunshots can be heard, some in the far distance (must be outside) and some that echo (must be inside) - that is until the sounds in the hallway go silent. It is a long moment before the handle of the door starts to turn slowly.

On the streets of Newnan, nce Dick has Sophia's body put out, he lays his jacket over her and scrambles to get his tools. Picking them up he runs back towards the alleyway but stops in his tracks as his hand comes up to cover his face. The flames and heat is too much. Taking a detour he runs towards the other side of the building to try to get to the propane tanks. It's time he cut of Lady Propane from doing anymore damage.

Inside of the infirmary, Froggy rubs his face as Tatiana is tended to. She is alright, just a little banged up but she looks worried, biting her bottom lip as she sits there. Froggy grabs he radio from the ground where it fell and looks over towards Neisha, not believing what he is about to say. "Neisha, you're in charge, I'm going to check the streets for wounded and see what I can do there," he says. Froggy darts out the door with his medical bag. Tom looks over towards Neisha and sighs as he lays back. "Well this fucking sucks. Not you girl, but the whole damn thing..." he mutters.

In the forest near the down tree there is the sound of screeching tires and the small sound of a crash. Chloe is in the woods, does she want to check it out? She hear voices of people. They don't sound threatening but sound angered. If the girl looks out from where she had made camp they will see a Viking looking woman covered in blood trying to tend to one man and then jump over to a child, trying to control bleeding but there is nothing she can do. A quick thrust of her dagger to the back of the boys head and it is over. Another child is in the truck and Astrid gets back to work on him, trying to steady him. Poor thing looks sickly and like he hasn't eaten in weeks. "Get her corpse, make sure it doesn't come back," she says.

"Ash, we got this," Froggy says through the radio. He isn't about to announce Zoie's death right then. People needed to focus. Miss Sally gets outside of the Rec center and starts directing people to start getting water and fire extinguishers to the armory. Dick radio's in. "Keep everyone clear until I get the gas turned off!" he yells through the radio before getting to work to try to stop the flow of gas and things getting a lot worse.

Beatrice is coming up on Newnan from the north when she hears the explosions go off one shortly after the other. You can see the wall from where on the road you are and smoke billowing up. There is no gate to enter from what you can see from here but hey you can see people on the wall looking around. At this point it doesn't seem like that have spotted you though, they are looking within the walls towards where the sound of the explosions came and not out and about outside of the city.

The door to the room where Amelia and Mike are held up in is slowly opening, Mike places his finger to his lips to quiet Amelia before picking up his gun slowly. The door swings open. "Put that damn thing down man and get on the roof, school is clear," Lyon says as Sana looks around from the floor outside of the door from where she is sitting. "Amelia, get her to the infirmary for Medic to take a look at please. Come on Mike, we have work to do," Lyon says before turning and heading towards the ladder that would take them to the roof. Sana looks over towards Amelia, peeking in through the door. "Well isn't this fucking fun..." she mutters as she holds her hand out, needing help to get up.

Riley is coming in towards Franklin, the roads are pretty clogged at this time from the cars pushed here and there in the streets to block others from getting too close. As you come to a crawl you can hear the gun fire off in the distance but you can't tell where it is coming from or why at this point. You want to turn around but sadly because of the debris in the road one of your tires is going flat. Try to drive on it too much longer and you might not be able to use the car anymore.

In Newnan, an orange cat is just sitting there looking at the charred remains of Sophia. Oh god, please tell me he isn't about to have lunch. Oh shit, look out. Sophia's body sits up and tries to grab the cat!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Nallore You were saying my dear

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Time Of Death: 7:13, 7:25, Etc p.m. June 13th, 2010

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I feel as if I should give a eulogy, many eulogies. Though, I know no matter what I could say the words would not help you. At this moment, I only can say that you need to brace yourselves for what is about to come. Life is a fickle thing, it is given and taken away in a heartbeat, or even less. What occurs is just the results of the luck of the draw. There was nothing more and nothing less to it. Sometimes the dice fall in your favor, but please remember, every time you cheat death it is bound to come back. So it was this evening. Here is what happened.....

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Over in Franklin things are not going well. The attack on the school is heating up even though people are trying their best to pick off who ever is in the line of the trees. Sana takes the piece of cloth and smiles towards Ed as she quickly goes to tie it around where she is bleeding. Tightening it around her calf, her cross bow is set down next to her. She knows she needs to stop the bleeding and apply pressure if she is going to be able to make a dash to better cover for her and Ed. It is for naught though, as she finishes tying it into place, she looks up, just in time to see the results of a bullet tearing through Ed's back and out his chest, her body getting covered in the splattering effect as the bullet embeds next to her in the cars door. "Ed!! NO!!!!" she screams as she lunges forward to catch him and pull him down but there is nothing she can do, the Cabbage is gone. Lyon is out in the yard of the school, ducking down and grabbing Sana. "We have to pull back," he yells but Sana is fighting him, she doesn't want to leave Ed behind. Not like this. Lyon isn't having it, he picks her up and makes a mad dash for the school.

Not knowing of the events unfolding outside Mike looks over towards Amelia and shakes his head. "No, we were at blank spot in the rotation, so the guard was down," he says as he shuffles to get his rifle on his shoulder to make the climb up to the roof. That is until he stops and he hears gunfire inside the school. Turning as another bullet makes its mark but thankfully does not do as much damage as the one that hit Ed. Amelia is hit in the forearm, just a graze but it is enough for Mike to grab her and dive for cover in a room, kicking the door shut behind him and scrambling in his bag for a flashlight so he can see. Turning it on, he shines it around a minute to try to get a look. "Shit, are you okay?"

Over in Newnan, things are not going any better. You see, even without the threat of Walkers or Attackers, there is just life and life is a strange thing. As I said, it comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Zoie looks over to Froggy and picks up her radio. "Yeah, a few hurt but nothing ba.." she says but is cut off suddenly as she stops speaking. She just sits there for a moment before one of her pupils dilates suddenly, part of her face sagging as her breathing stops, her fingers release the radio as it stops to the floor beneath her. Gradually she starts to slump over as Froggy races to her and catches her before she manages to hit the ground. Checking her pulse he lowers his head and lays her down gently. He knows that look, that lack of pulse. Pulling a sheet over her Froggy takes a deep breath. In the end, it was a simple aneurysm that had blown. Nothing could have stopped it.

"Neisha, please get everyone patched up while I move her to the back. No one needs to see this right now. Kris, do what Neisha tells you to," he says as he scoops Zoie up in his arms and makes his way to the back room beyond the infirmary. No one needed to see her body right then, they had injured incoming and people hurt in Newnan. They did and they would have more. Outside Dick meets up with Sophia as he runs back towards the armory. Sophia has a bit of a head start on him and as the alleyway erupts in flames Dick finds himself behind hit in the chest by Sophia's body as she is sent by the force back into him. Hitting the ground they both roll and topple; head over heals, side over side. Dicks tools scattering on the ground as Dick gasps for breath, the wind having been knocked out of him. Rolling over he looks around and sees Sophia unconscious and burning. Ripping his jacket off he lunges over her and starts patting her to put out the flames but at this point it doesn't matter. The blast, the hit, it was like a grenade going off. Sophia has joined Zoie.

Out on the road - You know when you say things can't get any worse? Well yeah, we know that is never the case. It can always get worse and it does for the group on the road. Astrid is doing what she can to keep those in the back of the truck stable but Marx's leg getting tossed around like they are in the truck, the injury, everything, it is just too much blood loss. Slowly he slips away. Astrid is hanging in, the fever not setting in yet as she drapes a blanket over him and gets back to work on Ciel, grabbing him as the truck suddenly cuts a corner towards Newnan but the corner didn't show the downed trees. This wasn't the route they had taken to Franklin so it hadn't been cleared. Slamming on the breaks they come to a sudden stop. "Hold on," Astrid says as she opens up the IV and tries to adjust it to get the much needed fluids into Ciel even faster. Tryke is not so lucky to catch the sudden stop. Cutting the corner behind the truck, her bike slamming into the back of the truck and sending Tryke over the top of the truck and into the downed trees. Her chest is impaled by limbs. "Pokker," she mutters under her breath as she looks at Trykes body. Picking up the phone she shakes her head. "We have a road block, hurry," she calls in and leaves the line open as she gets back to work on Ciel. "You, get that leg up higher," she tells Tiffany pointing to Ray as people from Franklin are scrambling to move the debris enough to be able to get around.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

~finishes her rolls~

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Pundii @Scallop @Nallore

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Now now, don't get mad at me. It as bound to happen sometime. It had been far too long since one of you had to weep for your fallen here. The dice are tossed, the numbers fall where they may, and today they fell on Snake Eyes. Bow your heads.... More than one of you have just entered the life beyond.

Club AfterDark: "Yeah, probably a good idea," Relic said towards Mali as he waited for their food. He wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. The yelling was growing more intense. Ronnie looked towards Chloe and nodded, standing up. "Yeah, we're good. We can grab food later, or on the way," he said as he started to head out of the club. Freddie watching as they exited before standing up and looking at the Kitchen door. The yelling stopped and the woman came out, following the steps Ronnie had taken to leave out the front door. Freddie shook his head, at least that was over. Or so he thought.

As Ronnie made it outside and turned to speak to Chloe about where they were headed his brow perked up when he saw the woman exit not long behind them. Then everything slowly went into slow motion as the sound of tires squealing could be heard cutting around the corner down the street and an engine barreling towards them. Ronnie moved quickly, drawing his pistol and pulling Chloe close to him as he tried to dive down, the area getting bombarded with gun fire as the 73 Black Mustang sped past them. Bullets cut into Ronnie, into the woman who had just stepped out, into Chloe. There was nothing anyone could do. The area was so covered with gunfire, it was taking out the three standing there trying to move out of the way as well as many others waiting to get into the club. Screams were breaking out and before anyone knew it, it was over. A total of 17 were dead on the side walk.... Including Chloe and Ronnie...

Relic stood up quickly as he heard the screams and the gun fire, going white as a sheet. "Let's get the fuck out of here, back door," he said before grabbing his bag. He wasn't waiting for a last meal.

Justice Asylum: Cynthia chuckles as she sits back in a chair and spins around and around as her head flops back and she looks at the ceiling. "Well there is Ada, she is always there for me. Oh, then Riley and Chloe. They feed me and hang with me, or at least they used to. There is Roxanne, she likes to keep me from painting on the walls but she's okay. There was David but he died..." she said before closing her eyes. "It's happening again, death death, toil and trouble. Would you cut it out, let's not start this again. I didn't start it. I know we didn't. So why are you telling me to stop? Because you sound like a crazy person. Well we are a crazy person. Damn it..."

Classic Building 3D: "More?" Marc more of stated than questioned, more of disbelief than actually asking if he had perhaps misheard Riley. What was Lawson doing with all of these? One bag would have been enough to report in, enough evidence to go after the man legally. With what he could see in this bag and the fact there were more still in the closet, Marc could only wonder if Lawson had actually been preparing for war at this point. Looking over towards Felix as he sketched down the object he nodded a bit. "No, no cops. We don't know who is on the take and who isn't. The last thing any of us needs is to let whoever is behind this know what is going on or that we found it. We don't need a neon target on our backs," Marc said as he started shoving the weapons back into the duffle bag. "Alright, grab what you can, let's get these up to your place Riley, then I need to see those bodies," Marc said as he slung the bag over his shoulder. He didn't want them lingering in the place any longer than they had to.