Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: DMV in Carrollton, Georgia

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Jack grinned a bit at her botched attempt at saying Boston. Frankly, he wasn't really from Boston--he was from Boylston. No one had ever heard of Boylston, for some reason that always escaped him. It was far easier to just name the Cradle of Liberty, the famed City Upon a Hill...He shook his head slightly, thinking fondly of his mother. She'd always give him that same speech about how fortunate he was to live in a city filled with what she called "breathing history." The cannoli wars developing in the same place that grew the Revolution. He couldn't help but imagine the place was destroyed, overcome with walkers or large gangs.

His smile fell, recalling the last time he had seen his mother.

"I knov of house. Ve stay at, maybe there,"

Tatiana seemed incredibly nervous, as far as he was aware. He nodded at her, forcing a grin, as he shoved the memories of his dead mother far back in his mind. He had someone to focus on now--Sutton was right about him, after all. He always did his best when he had someone to sacrifice for, someone to die for.

Pulling out a set of keys, Tatiana glanced at him with fear in her eyes. "You knov hov to drive?" He nodded. "I go, you come or not?"

She held out the keys and Jack took them with a soft smile. "Been a yeaah, might be a bit rusty..." He chuckled a bit, glancing at the various cars outside. One of them looked like there was someone inside of it, but as far as he was aware, it probably was just a walker, trapped by some clever soul.

"Tell me how to get there, yeah?" Jack requested, the keys jingling a bit in his hand. As nervous as Tatiana was, it never occurred to Jack that he had equal reason to be nervous. A strange girl was taking him to a house. He'd read the Road and knew that situations like that usually didn't end well, but it hardly bothered him at all. The thought that Tatiana was leading him to a trap went right over his head.

Perhaps it was a desire for human company; perhaps it was a death wish. "Which caah is yours?"

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Inside the Gym

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Riley put an arm around Tuesday, jolting her back to reality. She smiled weakly, taking a few calming breaths. It was a bit embarrassing, her newfound fear of law enforcement. The other girls in prison understood, she'd talk with them and visit them, and in a way, she missed being there with them. However, the other horrors behind bars were enough to turn her into a skittish child whenever a police officer was around. All of them looked the same to her--just like the ones that took her into the station, the ones who stuck her on the bus, and ended her life.

"Just tell him, I know you are not someone who would do that sort of thing."

Tuesday nodded a bit, thankful for the momentary distraction as two people emerged from what she remembered to be the coach's office. The first one she recognized--Ashley Cunningham. It was hard to live in Los Angeles and not know who she was. High School Horrors was incredibly popular, and practically everything else that Ashley did. The second person, however, Tuesday didn't recognize at all. He dashed over to his phone and laughed a bit. "Been looking for this. Can't function without it. It's like my second brain!"

"Maybe tech-head here needs some rehab for his technology use."

Tuesday chuckled. She took a deep breath and faced Marc once again, listening to his little speech. Mentally, she went through everything she had been doing since yesterday afternoon. Of course, explaining exactly what she had done the morning prior to the flight....

Well, she wouldn't confess to that. She'd let Marc put two and two together. If he couldn't do that much, as far as she was concerned, he was a rotten excuse for an agent.

"Yesterday afternoon I was working," Tuesday began. "The agency had me manning the Slow/Stop sign for roadwork. After my shift got off, I went back to my apartment and job hunted a bit, before a friend called. I talked with her, ate some dinner, and then went to bed. The next morning I...I..."

She hesitated, practically choking on her own tongue.

"I may have done my vein of crime," Tuesday said, rushing the words and causing them to blend together. "I then sold something of mine, used the money for a ticket, flew here from Los Angeles, and hitchhiked my way to town. I arrived in town just about five minutes before walking in here. And no, I did not have access to her prom dress. Like she said, I was locked up when she sold it."

She let out a breath, thankful when it seemed Marc turned to hounding the phone addict. Cynthia returned, spouting off random facts and sounding...insane. Tuesday pitied her a bit--she reminded her of people who were sent to psych and returned, by some small miracle. They were never the same, worse off than when they were sent away.

However, something she said must have set Marc off--as he dashed off after Ashley. Tuesday glanced over at her sister. "Did those two get together?" she asked.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Lady Amalthea Does that mean I get to kill him? :P

Though, @Pundii it appears that I cannot forgive you and that I never loved you.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

@Pundii I'll have to roll a d20 to see if I love you as well and if I forgive you :P Give me a moment to find my dice

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@SunsetRoses Thanks for the heads up! :)

Morose's Character Mind Palace

Transferred to new topic.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Coroner's Office

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Cecily glanced up, seeing the two detectives enter. She wasn't usually one to be comforted by men with guns entering, it normally had the opposite effect, but it calmed her today. They approached the bodybag on the gurney, and Cecily remained back, raising an eyebrow slightly in confusion.

Perhaps this is why unions existed--to ensure that someone would care when forensic techs were shot at. It wasn't like it was listed in her job description "will be shot at by psychotic blondes; no hazardous duty pay included." The entire point was that the detectives would get shot at, rather than the geeks back in the lab. They belonged to different worlds, worlds that were only supposed to mix when the detectives came for the lab results and then took all the credit for solving the murder.

Detective Gregory started to pace, looking back at Cecily and Tank from time to time. Cecily awkwardly brushed her hair back, wondering why on earth he was looking at them like aliens. Beyond the obvious, of course--the fact that a homicidal killer seemed to be targeting everyone in the apartment block.

"Thing is though, this just got a lot more complicated. I don't know where Marleston ties into this other than living in the same damn building you two do; which is creepy enough. You two might want to find a new place to live. What really is throwing me off is this... Miss Glencross and Miss Graves... They were sisters. Half sisters but sisters."

Cecily raised her eyebrow again, glancing back down at the body. "I can't afford to live anywhere else with the salary you pay me," she chuckled a bit, tucking her hair behind her ear. She remembered the bullet whizzing by her head, and glanced behind her for a moment, almost expecting another one to have appeared in the wall behind her.

"The common factor is that they all live in Boston Heights, no?" Cecily murmured, as the detective leaned against the desk, his arms crossed. "I'm not saying it's insignificant that Graves and Glencross were related but...If the relation was the primary motive behind the killings, then the father should be dead, rather than Marlestone."

Pausing, Cecily mumbled a bit of an apology. The detectives likely didn't want her own opinions to influence their points of view, but to her, it made sense that it was the building location that mattered, rather than the relations. She herself had just been shot at hours ago, and the building was filled with security experts and others who knew how to kill someone with their pinky finger. Briefly, after the detective had informed them that Danica and Peyton were related, she wondered if Lyle could have been a brother as well.

"If my secret half-sister killed herself, I'd probably want answers," Cecily pondered. "Maybe Lyle, for some reason, was looking for those same answers."

"And from what I hear you had a little bit of trouble in here earlier with a break in? Can you walk me through what happened?"

Cecily nodded. "Yes, it was nearly a murder," she joked a bit with a smile. "I came in to work this morning to upload some files for the forensic artist--Wallace never understands the need to preserve a crime scene, always goes straight into ripping it apart, the git...Anyways, I thought I heard Wallace in his office, so I popped on over, and was shot at and slammed to the ground by some blonde woman. Something was definitely taken but I doubt Wallace bothered to log anything in."

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat Anyone sensitive to the supernatural or demons would be sensing Vivian, yup. :)

We wouldn't be putting in depth back stories -- just a little paragraph blurb for each of them, along with a photograph.