@Pundii: You guessed it! :P Day 6. If you could update today that'll work best for my own study/homework schedule for getting out an update. And by today, I mean in the next 9 hours.
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Cecily Ashworth
Location: the Morgue
Just moments after she had put the test results into A.F.I.S., she received yet another text from Caesar. Glancing at it, Cecily frowned slightly. She wasn't quite prepared to take a break from work to talk with him just yet. It was the very reason she told him that she'd be at the Heights that night, if he wanted to talk. And with Natasha recovering from chemo, she hardly wanted the angry Mexican to scare the woman to death. Though, the doctor did appear to be a braver woman than she could ever be.
While the computer searched for a hit on the fingerprints, Cecily set to work with the sample Natasha had given her. She prepared a micropipette, calibrating it with an analytical balance before use. Once done with that process, Cecily separated out the sample in portions amounting to less than twenty microliters, each. The more sparing she was with the samples, the more tests she could perform. She began with the basic tests first: Benedict's Solution, Lugol's Iodine, Biruet's Solution, and a simple phenol red indicator. These tests narrowed down the aspects of the unknown chemicals, and once she recorded the results, Cecily moved over to the spectrophotometer. In one cuvette, she placed a control sample -- deionized water -- and then set to work. By the time she had thoroughly completed all of the trials, the computer dinged softly. A.F.I.S. had found a match.
"Before I go and check that, here's what I found...The water contains various fuels and oils, as well as some halogens--fluoride, chlorine, and so forth," Cecily explained, powering off the spectrophotometer. She quickly jotted down the finished results for the water analysis and signed the paper, before heading over to the computer.
It was a three point match to an unknown individual. She frowned, clicking on the name, in order to bring up the relevant files--the file was scarce. There were matches to other crimes, but it was an unusual lack of information. "This isn't too helpful--but whoever did this, we're likely looking at a serial killer," Cecily said. "Got some information from the hit, but honestly, there's hardly anything here."
She strummed her fingers against the counter, quickly pulling and saving the few pieces of information she had collected. Thinking through the combination of chemicals she found, Cecily mimicked her favorite television detective. There had to be somewhere that would have all of those elements in combination. Focusing in on the fuel, Cecily continued to strum her fingers, her mind briefly flickering to Riley and her tour. It had been pushed back once again, requiring the plane tickets to be....
....Plane tickets?
Making a gigantic leap of deduction, Cecily smiled, a bit smugly. "It's some sort of aircraft storage. That's the crime scene we're looking for." Pulling out her phone, she sent an identical text to Roy, Caesar, and Detective Johnson.
Crime scene has likely been found. -C.A.
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: Boston Heights
Tuesday was preparing some sort of retort, having abandoned her sister when they were in high school, and how she'd likely be able to do it again. That was all a lie, of course. She knew that she would do the same exact thing, but it was more a matter of saving face. However, all of that vanished when she saw that fucking car. Her blood turned to ice, and she glanced up at the apartments, knowing fairly well Marc had to be inside one of them.
"Marc bloody Tinder is here," Tuesday groaned, kicking at the ground slightly. "Why must bad things happen to mildly bad people?"
She looked up at the apartments once again, knowing that Riley would be in the classic building. Her producer, as far as Tuesday was aware, had put her under house arrest. It helped that Riley had a broken bone, it forced her to stay home and not get herself mixed up with anything. Biting her lip, Tuesday contemplated her options. She could walk into Riley's house and pretend, if she ran into Marc, that she hadn't seen his car.
Blinking her eyes several times, she couldn't help but feel trapped regardless. It seemed fate had decreed that Marc would run across her, and wherever Marc went, murders were sure to follow. It was the balance of the universe. "Come on, let's go." She tore her eyes away from the car and crossed over to the classic building, hoping that Marc wouldn't be looking out one of those windows and spot her flaming red hair.
I'm waiting on @BlueSky44 to post.
Nora Kingston
Location: Bank of the Nile River (C10) ---> Egyptian Museum
Nora's eyes watered, as she struggled to keep the pain from bubbling to her mind. The initial shock of seeing the two strangers had distracted her for a mere moment, and she continued to clasp her hand tightly, cutting off blood flow to that finger. Had she not been such a naturally quiet person, Nora would have been screaming and wailing from the pain--instead, tears shed from her eyes quietly, but she kept up a cool expression as always.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Nora said, her voice steady. Haakon seemed to be rather sensible, yet Josephine immediately struck her as pretentious and foolish. Perhaps it was a cultural bias against confident women, or maybe just a genuine dislike of the woman. Her instinct was to run and leave, to withdraw into a quiet place and call a physician, once ready, to examine the wound. She fancied she felt a bit of blood on her hands, and she continued to squeeze her finger tightly, preferring its irritated protest at being touched over allowing the blood to flow to it.
However, Haakon and Josephine's questions startled her. She had, of course, seen the ring floating like a specter in the watery depths of the Nile. But did she tell them she had seen it? Word would get out -- journalists would scandalize her family if Nora admitted to having seen an apparition in the water. Her family would be forced to send her to an institution, such as Briarcliff Home for Afflicted Girls, in order to save their name. They had already made it quite clear to her the stakes when she attended university for maths, explaining to her the exact institution she would be sent to.
She bit down on her lip, the brand forcing itself to the front of her mind once more. "Yes," Nora replied simply, honesty an intrinsic part of her character. At that answer, she quickly let go of her finger, only to grasp it again in a more comfortable position. Not pausing for Haakon and Josephine, Nora quickly began the dark walk towards the Egyptian Museum.
By the time Nora arrived at the museum, she really wished she had gone to see a physician first. The branded finger was throbbing despite her best efforts, and she allowed herself to let out a small whimper of pain. She pushed open the doors of the museum, glancing around in search of someone who could give her help. "I'm in dire need of assistance," Nora eventually said, to whomever greeted her upon entering the museum. She let go of her finger, allowing the brand to be visible. "Is anyone on hand who is well versed in Egyptology, perhaps? I'm afraid it's quite urgent..."
Jaina Sarbye
Location: Hangar C ---> the Shuttle; The Vindicator
Jaina eagerly skipped into the shuttle, before pausing in the middle of the space. Glancing around slowly, she remained eerily still, as if trying to determine the absolute best seat on the shuttle. She extended her fingers gently into the air, before spinning and twirling with an unnatural quality, as if she was bewitched. Gasping for breath, Jaina then took her seat, and glanced at the safety equipment.
"Do you think we'll crash or somethin'?" Jaina asked to no one in particular. As much as she loved flying, she loved crashes even more. They gave her an adrenaline rush, a sense of pure bliss with each and every near death situation. Despite not understanding the danger they presented, she still got the same thrill. It was perhaps lucky that she wasn't listening as Morgbra mentioned the medical supplies, with the unhinged maniac ready to the latest mission.
"Why so serious, Morg?" Jaina squealed, smiling widely. It only accented the lipstick she had smeared across her face, turning it into a grotesque grin. "Let's put a smile on that face~!" She reached over, and forced Morgbra's cheeks up into a grin, before giggling with delight. It was fortunate she hadn't decided to carve it into him, instead satisfied with the temporary solution.
"Koooooordath! Are we theeeeere yeeeeet?" Jaina whined.
Sutton Corandel
Location: the Bridge; The Raven
Sutton shook her head, despite the Captain speaking to Stehrr. She knew that he was a bit out of his depth on occasion, but she wouldn't have followed him if there wasn't a decent man underneath the snark and charm. "Untwist your boxers and deal with it, Captain," Sutton advised. "You know how Faces are. Angry one minute and completely blank the next. I doubt it'll come up again." Of course, she did happen to agree with Kayala about the Captain's poor planning--but that would be a discussion for later, and not in front of the entire crew.
"I mean, I could always punch you to give you some authentic bruising," Sutton offered, a cheeky grin on her face. They were practically there, and her stomach flipped and flopped around practically with nerves. Matthew's usual antics weren't calming her down at any rate, and Sutton briefly regretted sticking out her neck for the Republic. She watched as the small settlement came into view, and she nodded at Stehrr a bit of thanks for not crashing the ship--not yet, at least.
"Do we have any intel on if any of the big guns are here to play?" Sutton asked, knowing that Imperials would show up sooner or later. They never tended to stay gone long. And as her unease increased, Sutton made a mental note to not find herself in a situation where she was alone with the Face. She didn't trust Kayala to not hand her over to the Imperials if they were caught.
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Actually, I had to let that job go because the guys were shady and they still haven't paid me :( So, yeah, I'm really stressed out because I have to make my car payment by the 12th or be late on the payment. I don't want my car to be taken away :'(
The only silver lining is my boyfriend took us out to get sushi last night and we tasted the most delicious Toro ever. Also I replaced that second job with one nearby my first job, lol. But I'm not sure how often I'll get to work there considering it's seasonal.
Sorry, I'm in a spiral right now :( I really want to reply.
Hey, don't worry about it. ^_^ As long as you're okay!
@Lady Amalthea Posted, m'lady. :) Had a bit of inspiration from Tristan in my last post. And the Dropkick Murphys.
Jack Hudson
Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall: Kitchen)
A wave of relief washed over Jack hearing the all clear crackle over the radio. At Miss Sally's instructions, Jack instinctively got ready to help serve the food, only to realize he was being dismissed. They were new to the community and didn't have assignments yet. Sheepishly scratching the back of his head, he awkwardly sidestepped out of the way, until he found Tatiana's arms wrapped around him. "'Course," Jack replied, though his heart skipped a beat.
Had his mother still been alive, he would have eagerly called her to share the news. Tatiana called the house home! he would have excitedly explained, as hyper as a young girl asked to her first high school dance. And then it dawned on him. While Tatiana was grabbing her shoes, he could grab the ring and quickly finish the knots. The slight scare they had today, as well as the fact that Tatiana called the building their home had made his mind clearer than ever before.
"You evah heard of the Dropkick Murphys?" Jack asked. "Maybe you could dance to that or somethin'," he joked, remembering the iconic song released in 2005. As the pair of them got ready to head home and leave the Mess Hall, Jack glanced over at Bazhooli, wondering if he would also be dancing tonight, rather than juggle knives.
Oh yes. He needed to see that. If only, of course, to defend his reigning title as the best dancer in the state of Georgia. "And tonight, I got a present for you," Jack added to Tatiana, unable to resist hinting at it. He was the friend you never let plan a surprise party, as he couldn't help but spoil the secret. He nodded at the group of kids and adults as they came inside, despite not knowing any of them. He was just too nice of a person.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)
Have you ever scolded a child, a particularly irritating and obnoxious one at that? If you have, you know that it is far better to hear them scream and pout. To hear only silence is the most troubling thing of all, as this special type of brat is at their very worst. Rather than throwing a tantrum blindly, silence on their part means enormous trouble on your part. It's the moment when you realize things are too quiet, and you run, thinking to yourself one simple word:
Fuck.
That was Édouard now. Rather than hiss biting remarks or ponder about the few weeks his tutors had attempted to teach him English as a child, Édouard remained eerily quiet. Not even a smug smile graced his lips, yet there was an intense concentration in his eyes. For a man who dedicated his life to winning the world record for Lowest Amount of Impulse Control, it was sacrilegious almost. He merely stood up from his position on the ground, not even whimpering in pain from the abuse he had been put through.
And he remained silent.
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: Behind the Sporting Goods Store
Tuesday frowned a bit, hearing Cynthia's rhyme. Ever since she ceased to go by Chloe and instead went by Tuesday, she always tended to notice days of the week a little more closely. She felt a kinship with other people, such as Wednesday Friday Addams, who also had names derived from it. Initially, her mind leapt to the conclusion that Cynthia was talking about her, before she shook her head. She had said between--not after. Though, she had admittedly been surprised that everyone in town seemed to address her as Tuesday. Some talk show must have done a tell all about Riley or some sort, bringing up her own past in the process to stun their viewers.
"Racism and comics?" Tuesday asked, chuckling a bit at the almost pathetic situation they were all in. And at Roxanne's question, Tuesday blurted the first thing that popped into her head. "Someone who realized the highlight of their shitty life in Grimm was murdering Simone, probably. Wanted to relive their greatest hits just like Ada and Kai are doing."
Glancing around uneasily, Tuesday hoped to spot a convenient sign, something that would give her an idea of what to do next. She knew that private eyes could be hired on occasion, and she mused with the possibility of hiring one--that, of course, would require money...which the drug addict lacked. "At this point, we might as well hire a fucking P.I. They'd do a better job."
Cops tended to make her uneasy--but at the moment, they were irritating her with their incompetence instead.
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