Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. :) If I haven't posted an update before you post, I'll send you a PM for what Mercurial does. She and either Jade/Aloise are going to be acting as claimed NPCs of sorts.

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

@Morose
I saw that the original GM of the Powerbound Alliance wanted to get us all together again... I didn't say anything in fear that it would be dropped once again by the person.

It was dropped/closed again ._.

@Din

I saw that too xD Had the same reaction. At least it lets this timeline we have work out

Also I'm thinking about making an Austean for the Austea saga :)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'll be posting at some point today :)

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@Lady Amalthea I'll let her know :P Syllabus says we start Egypt on the 28th. We are currently on the creation of agriculture

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@Lady Amalthea Yes, I see the irony. :P It's more that the teacher is a bore and assigns about 50 pages to take notes on each day

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@Lady Amalthea I decided I hated my archaeology class and to screw taking notes for it :P

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii @BlueSky44 On day 4, folks, with the extension....Please get a post in soon!

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Spare Bedroom - Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha

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Nora sighed, turning the page of the latest novel she had procured for herself. She'd always been desperate to read it as a young child, yet her father had condemned it as improper. The family had been scandalized when her uncle read it in The People's Periodical and Family Library growing up, and eventually, ended up cutting all ties with the fellow. Her brother's wife, Fannie, enjoyed imagining that he had left for America and took on a life of crime. Nora had no patience for such theories. Why bother focusing on what was not real?

Ladies and gentlemen - I fear that what I am going to say will spoil your appetites; but the truth is beautiful at all times, and I have to state that Mrs. Lovett's pies are made of human flesh!

Nora chuckled a bit, smiling as she turned the page of The String of Pearls: The Barber of Fleet Street. A Domestic Romance. Penny Dreadfuls were her guilty pleasure, despite the cheapness of them and the sensationalist attitudes. They were the only departure from reality that Nora condoned, mostly because she found that the presented their own form of truth. Black Bess remained her favorite, though the intriguing murderous barber fascinated her. Had she been in London at the time, she would've booked tickets the see the play for herself, having been introduced to the stage just fifty years prior. Egypt was a mecca in its own right, of course, and English habits were always so frightfully dull and rigid...but so was Nora.

Sipping delicately from her cool beverage, Nora set the book aside, instead grasping her pocket notebook. The dream continued to torment her, a side effect she assumed from her assisting her uncle. Despite not doing much more than collecting papers and cleaning his clothing, she did, on occasion, get a moment to put her mathematics degree to use. The words, as she originally supposed, were likely some form of code. She sketched out variations in spelling each time she had the dream, but had made no progress so far.

Glancing outside of the pristine window of her apartment, Nora witnessed the sun hanging low in the sky. Soon enough, the temperatures outside would be one that she could tolerate. Setting both her notebook and novel aside, Nora arose from the bed, stretching idly. Her father had deemed it improper for an unmarried woman to live alone, yet the scandal of her living with another man seemed even more fearful to him. The apartment had been a compromise, with Nora largely using the spare bedroom for reading, the other spare room for smoking, and her bedroom for sleeping. Lighting a cigarette, Nora placed it within its holder, and took a soft drag.

The day had already proved to be just as disappointing as the last. But no matter. Nora wasn't foolish enough to imagine that anything would change in her circumstances. She exited the room and headed into the kitchen, determined to attempt to have some fun that evening. The bars and parlors would be opening up, and away from the watchful eyes of England, Nora wouldn't be as heavily judged for heading to such an establishment on her lonesome. Putting her cloche hat smartly on top of her curls, flattening them slightly in the process, Nora vacated her apartment, looking for something unknown to herself.

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Posted. :) Now to pray that Cecily survives the week lol

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: The Roller Derby

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Cecily let out a bit of a happy squeal, as soon as she saw the text from Roy. It had been ages since anyone beyond her friend Bonnie had understood her references. Tempted to ask Roy exactly which Batgirl he thought she was, Cecily paused a bit. It wasn't the time to have a fangirl freak out and ask Roy all about his knowledge of comic books. She'd be able to do that later. For now, she had to focus, in order to avoid another member of the ever shrinking Justice Forensics Department from perishing.

She glanced up, seeing Lawson and one of the woman from the security team the night prior. Instantly, Cecily relaxed slightly. Lawson, as far as she was concerned, was perhaps one of the nicest and least corrupt people in the Boston Heights. He had helped Riley the night prior, and as far as Cecily was concerned, her odds of being murdered dropped significantly.

"Er, sure," Cecily squeaked, recoiling a bit from Caesar's comment, and at the realization that they were likely crashing a date. She'd never been on one before really, but her knowledge from films and comics told her that it never ended well, when minor characters crashed the OTP's outing. "You two look...nice together," Cecily commented, feeling a slight juxtaposition between the Southern goof and the hardened security expert. Had it been a Netflix show, she likely would have raved about it...Though, she always did say gay ships are yay ships, so perhaps she would've supported Lawson and someone else.

As the game started, Cecily winced a bit, remembering her one time trip to watch Seattle's Rat City play. It almost seemed illegal, all of the violence....but it was nothing compared to this. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Caesar taking more photos and videos. He didn't seem to be the supportive parent type in her opinion, and she couldn't help but be skeptical of it. Maybe he's trying to give himself an alibi... Cecily pondered. Having someone who worked for the police as a witness didn't hurt. And again, it was suspicious the way that Caesar always seemed to be present.

Murderers don't preserve evidence, Cecily chastised herself. Caesar was likely just a fan of serial killers.

"That's the secretary of defense!" Cecily exclaimed, recognizing Admiral McCormick. Her grandmother, Annie, had made a big deal out of the fact that a woman had been appointed to that office. It was all the old lady blogged about on facebook, commenting about how her aunt would've been so happy to see that day, had she not died too soon. "And...I think she runs the news..." Cecily murmured, more talking to herself, as she spotted Regina. However, her line of thought cut off when she spotted Proserpine.

She stiffened, recognizing the woman who had attempted to kill her. Pulling out her phone, her hands shook slightly as she snapped images, texting them to Roy with the simple explanation:

To Batman:
Positive I.D.

Had she continued to look at the members of the team, perhaps Cecily would've noticed another individual affiliated with the legal industry. Instead, she felt only panic, standing on red alert. Caesar's daughter was on the team, wasn't she? She bit her lip slightly, wondering whether or not to tell the muscular Mexican that she was staring at her would-be killer.

"I think I went to a Comic Con with the blonde girl once," Cecily instead blurted, staring intensely at Proserpine. "You should ask your daughter to give me her number, her cosplay skills were fantastic..." Truthfully, Cecily didn't have any clue what she was doing. It was her rather awkward method of trying to get the name of her almost killer, without saying anything about that being her killer. She smiled weakly, knowing already she should've left the investigation to Roy. "I mean...Forget that. I think it's the...the shock talking, yes." Without even realizing it, she had begun to quote one of her favorite television series, checking her phone every second for a text from Roy. She wanted to run and leave the Roller Derby Arena, but she felt frozen, unable to move her legs.

As the lights went out, Cecily nearly sobbed. Prosperine likely realized she was here, it was all a trick. Regretting deeply that she hadn't started to carry her pistol on her, Cecily started to try to find her way out of the arena, with gunshots punctuating the air. Instead, she felt a strong arm grab her, and she nearly screamed, as she attempted to call Roy in the dark. Eventually, however, she heard Caesar's words.

He wasn't trying to kill her after all.

Good.

Letting out a deep breath, Cecily felt even more relief as the lights turned back on. The teams are gone, and a few bodies litter the arena. Slipping out from Caesar's grasp, Cecily couldn't help but be surprised to be alive. She felt her head, thankful that there didn't seem to be any indications of a bullet in it. Her hands were shaking, and Cecily forced a smile, an almost creepy and mechanical one. "That was the woman who tried to kill me," Cecily said softly. She nodded at Caesar, before dialing Roy's number again on the phone. The day had been filled with enough excitement to last her a lifetime.

"Just don't mess with the evidence," Cecily added, watching as Caesar started to poke around. The bullets in the arena and the darkness had almost shocked her fear of Caesar out of her. "And erm...If you can, in some sort of fashion, ask your daughter what skeletons are in her closet...Okay? Not that she has skeletons in her closet but, well...Her friend does, at least..."