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

Location: In Front of the Sporting Goods Store


Tuesday removed the clothing obstructing the bullet wound, only to see something akin to a masterpiece of scarring. It took her aback for a moment, seeing the living record of the hell this man had gone through. Some of the other inmates had similar scarring, but she'd never seen anything to this extent. If there ever would be a decent candidate for immortality, Tuesday figured this man would be it. She removed her sweater, intent on using it as a compress.

"Breathe easy, cowboy," Tuesday said. "Your life is in the hands of a convicted felon," she joked, before realizing that probably hadn't been the best thing to say. Stanford, evidently, hadn't offered courses on bedside manner. Tuesday motioned towards Riley, putting pressure on the shoulder wound with the sweater. "Hold this here."

Once Riley (or anyone) had done that, Tuesday went over to the thigh wound, tearing Lawson's pants off in order to get a good look at it. The bullet was still inside of the man, and Tuesday felt a bit of relief. Aside from the downsides of lead poisoning, bullets could provide a fairly decent plug, so to speak, on the blood. She took off her blouse, now clad in a tank top and jeans, and used it to put pressure on the thigh wound. If they could stop the bleeding, Lawson's chances would go up.

Holding pressure on the wound, Tuesday couldn't help but be impressed with the man's tolerance. Most would've fainted or passed out at this moment, either from shock or blood loss. He certainly was a bit of an enigma.
Works with me as well :)
GM update will be tomorrow at the latest. Taking a bit to determine the rewards you earned for surviving day one. ;)
@Lady Amalthea I'm so sorry for being terrible lately. D: I'll get a post in tonight or early tomorrow morning
You're just jealous of his devilishly handsome good looks


Cecily Ashworth

Location: Taqueria ---> The Roller Derby


Cecily watched, dread filling her stomach, as grimaces marred Caesar's quite marred face. She reached her hand down, pulling out her phone, ready to call Roy in an instant. Her heartbeat accelerated, as her eyes darted around, once again confirming where all of the entrances were. It was one of her darkest fears, sexual assault, and it couldn't have appeared any the more possible.

That was, of course, until Caesar assaulted her by spewing his taco all over her. Cecily blinked, recoiling in disgust. Though she didn't mean it, she almost wished that Caesar had been hitting on her. Gingerly, Cecily picked up the lone napkin on the table, and wiped her face clean. Bits of taco meat clung to her hair, and the partially chewed bits of wonder covered her shoulders as well. Something was definitely going to leave a stain, she realized with a bit of a sigh. As terrifying as the man was, she couldn't help but be slightly irritated. Her parents would've killed her had she acted like that--in fact, they'd screamed at her brother on numerous occasions over it.

Cecily nodded slightly, returning her attention to the videos. They, at least, didn't seem to spray taco bits all over her. She frowned slightly, pausing the video on an oddly familiar man. For all she knew, he lived at the Boston Heights--but that didn't feel right to her. She recognized him from somewhere, but with her line of work, she met new people every day. Sure, half of them were corpses and the other half murderers, but it was still a healthy variety. Her phone buzzed, the burner one, and Cecily glanced down.

She quickly tapped out a text message in reply, using her own sort of code. It wasn't filled with cyphers and symbols. Instead, it relied on someone with the sense of humor involved with late nights spent watching Netflix.
To Batman
Rising Tide, could be Hydra, could be S.H.I.E.L.D. Got a potential Capaldi in Pompeii. Video evidence. Heading to Harley Quinn's night job.

To anyone with an insane knowledge of comics and other pop culture, the message would be simple: an organization of unknown intent [Machete Security Services] took a video of someone familiar that Cecily place [Mr. March]. She was heading to the Roller Derby [Harley Quinn's second job in the New 52 Comic Series.] She put her phone away, and paused for a moment, before following Caesar out the door and getting on the trike behind him. Roy had told her to trust no one.

Perhaps Machete Security Services knew more than they were letting on. At any rate, it couldn't hurt. Someone had already attempted to kill her that day, and she was certain that Roy would be able to figure out her message eventually if he tried hard enough, and her death wouldn't be chalked up to an accident. Besides, she was fairly certain it was in her will to perform an autopsy.

Though, she couldn't quite remember whether or not she actually had a will. She pushed those thoughts away, holding onto Caesar as the trike headed towards the Roller Derby.
I'll get a post up tomorrow or Saturday. Got absolutely swamped tonight.
GM update will be out tomorrow at some point. :) For now, enjoy the bombshell Pundii dropped
@Din Don't worry :) I'm cool waiting
I need a love button for that Kordath gif, man.
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