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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

Location: The Hotel


Tuesday could have kissed Cynthia right then. Balcofen, from what she could tell, must have been a muscle relaxer. She highly doubted that it would be hurtful to her in any manner, but anything that could take the edge off was certainly worth it. Swallowing the pill dry like a pro, Tuesday walked over to Cynthia by the window, and gave her a big hug and a peck on the cheek. "You're a lifesaver," Tuesday explained, smiling at her. "I owe you big time."

Following Cynthia's gaze out the window, Tuesday giggled. No matter how things changed, they always seemed to stay the same. "It's high school all over again, huh?"

She glanced back over at Riley, biting her lip a bit. "I'm still really bad at the entire relaxing thing, huh? Tuesday joked nervously, accepting the tea from her sister. Hopefully, as long as Cynthia was around, she could avoid the talk. Sipping the tea, she smiled gratefully at her sister, and would have hugged her had she not had a mug of hot tea in her hands. That would have been a disaster waiting to happen.

"They didn't have this stuff in prison," Tuesday commented idly. "The closest we got was boiling green apple flavored Koolaid," she giggled, an honest smile on her face. "And of course, whatever powder was left over was used for makeup...It was insane."


Cecily Ashworth

Location: Coroner's Office ---> Car Headed Towards Justice Memorial


Cecily glared at Tank, as soon as her heart restarted. Even after Gregory had pulled a similar stunt, she couldn't help but be too trusting, or too paranoid. She read into the situation beyond what was there--though Tank hadn't exactly helped there. He'd done it on purpose. "You deserve to be ripped apart by reavers," Cecily pouted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Or maybe locked in a room with Khan, where he's convinced you've got all seventy-two missiles with you."

She took Gregory's elbow, and as they went, practically stuck her tongue out at Tank. It was rather fortunate hardly anyone else was in the building. She likely would have been scolded for her demeanor in a place filled with the recently dead. Giggling a bit at Gregory's comment, she sniffed her own shoulder. "I think I've stopped smelling it..." she pondered, getting inside his car. Do I smell like embalming fluid? Cecily wondered.

"And they say chivalry is dead," she joked, putting on her seatbelt, and setting her phone in her lap. She rubbed her thumb over a smudge on the Hufflepuff case, returning it to its nerdy glory. She threw a glance over at Gregory in his shades, reminiscent of almost every bad procedural cop show on television. Of course, she doubted Gregory would enjoy her pointing that out.

She paused, hearing Gregory list off the information. Her mind flickered to Caesar, and the meeting he wished to have with her. Would she be asked to spill evidence then? Despite the horrendous disregard for keeping information secret, hidden from the press, within the JPD, Cecily was one of the few to have never leaked evidence. Not even her former therapist had heard anything slip from her mouth.

"Both suicides occurred in approximately the same location. Both suicides happened during a Block Party. Another Boston Heights resident was found in a fountain last night. " Cecily added, an idea springing into her head. Perhaps avoiding the press was the wrong way to go about this case. The criminals behind it seemed obsessed with hiding evidence, with concealing it. Desperation only brought about mistakes.

Why not make them desperate?

"What if we told the press that we have a solid lead on a suspect? Cecily posed. "Say that we got crucial evidence from the gun, that it had been analyzed almost instantly last night...It could draw out whoever's doing this, make them paranoid, anxious, afraid...And then they'll give themselves away."
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Jack Hudson

Location: The Mess Hall


Jack's eyes, and mouth, widened at the sight of the peach. Fresh fruit had become a rarity, and glancing up almost like a little kid deciding whether or not it was okay, Jack took a bite. The juice that trickled out of it covered his mouth, and his eyes closed. This was heaven. Years of eating bags of chips and roasted squirrels made this into a delicacy, and Jack was almost sad that eventually, the peach would be gone. There was no use in saving it -- it would go bad eventually. Glancing up at the hissing of the radio, Jack blinked, and in a moment, found himself lost in a memory.

Jack and his partner, Darren, were on a sting operation. The two of them sat inside their car, eating some Chick Fil'A they had scrounged up, as their other partner, Serenity, waited in the hotel room. The perp they expected had been known to frequent the area, soliciting prostitutes and butchering them in kind. Their walkies hissed, and Jack picked up, hearing the precinct come in.

The perp had been spotted near the area, and all police were expected to go on alert. The memory blurred, flashing by far too quickly. Little snatches popped out to him. The sound of gun fire. The chill of screams. The blood, as Jack and Darren rushed into the room, finding Serenity against the wall, gun in hand. The perp across from her, his eyes glazed over.

"You're late," Serenity sighed, closing her own eyes.


Jack shook his head, snapping back to the present. "Hope you ahen't in any trouble," Jack said, watching as Zoie stood up, and walked briskly out of the mess hall. He bit his lip. It would be just his luck, for Tatiana and him to have found somewhere safe, only for complications to arise. He squeezed Tatiana's hand back, and took a bite of his peach. "Solovey, you got to eat," Jack chided, kissing her cheek softly. While he did recognize that Tatiana might have been embarrassed about the peck on the cheek in front of the stranger, it didn't stop him in the slightest.

"Uh, veahy," Jack answered with a goofy grin. "Haven't had a fruit that wasn't a fruit snack in ages," he admitted, still holding Tatiana's hand. His eyes lit up at the doctor's comment about their hands, potentially looking like the dorkiest boyfriend in existence.

Édouard Riviere

Location: Sign Man Graphics, Arnco Mills, Georgia ---> Heading Down Fourth Street


Édouard gazed down at his 3 in 1 Survival Whistle with Compass and Thermometer, frowning. As far as he could tell, the heat should have killed him and all living life on the planet. It was over 90 degrees, yet it only felt around 32 degrees. "Allez, coco!" Édouard whined, but the thermometer didn't change. The compass was functioning, and giving a very soft blow on the whistle, a small noise emitted from it. Édouard sighed a bit, throwing the whistle in his pack, and picking up his rapier. He had failed, of course, to notice his thermometer did not read in Celsius. "Mais je suis en bonne santé, alors, il ne marche pas...Merde."

The dilapidated building had provided him shelter the night before. From what Édouard could gather, it was some sort of business, or the home of someone who loved advertisements. The gravel road seemed to be off of the main, beaten track, and he hoped that it would serve as shelter. Despite popular opinion, Édouard wasn't entirely stupid.

"Adieu, mon amie!" Édouard said to the small house, waving with his hand. His pack over his shoulder and wielding his rapier, Édouard headed on the road, going nowhere in particular. Keeping track of where he had been before had become a complicated process, especially without the help of his guide book. He lamented allowing Félix to use it for a fire. All he had to navigate the vast and confusing country was the remaining pieces of his French-English dictionary, and of course, his dashing good looks.

By some stroke of luck, Édouard headed away from Main Street, going towards Flower Importers of Georgia. Despite having some food, he didn't want to have to eat the tins of baby food. The French and English words for infants were close enough that he figured out what it meant. And Édouard was certainly not a baby. He mused to himself of the croque monsieur he would consume as soon as he found one readily made, uncertain himself as to how to put it together. Or perhaps, he would upgrade to a croque madame!

Of course, every so often, Édouard would glance around, looking to see if des morts-vivants were about. They did terrify him to the extent that his cowardice became evident, but in small numbers, he could handle them. It wasn't everyday that he was legally able to drive the point of his rapier through someone's head. It was the best part of the apocalypse to him.

@Witch Cat And room 3 at Aunt Sue's inn for her! :)
@Witch Cat She has one too many physical skills, otherwise she is good to go :) Make that change and put her in the characters tab, I'll roll for her housing in a minute and she can then join the IC
@Morose ~points to the post above~ Sorry, forgot to toss you into the mix for your character as well. ~tosses Morose up into the new entrance scenario~


*sniffles* And here I thought we had something special...

I'll get a post for the cabbage up later today. :P
@YoshiSkittlez A woman has made the changes. :P

@YoshiSkittlez I'll make those changes! As for the photos, those are all of the same actress, but I can find another one for the Earth appearance one if that works better.
@Ojo chan 42: It has been 7 days since your last post in the IC. Per the rules of this RP, you must post every 7 days in order to remain in the RP. Are you still around or in need of an extension? From a glance at your post history, you have been posting in other RPs.
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