@BlueSky44: On day 6
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@Lady Amalthea I can't wait to see Jes' reaction to what's going on :D
@Witch Cat: On day 6
Jack Hudson
Location: Center West End of the Outer Wall
Jack chuckled a bit, warming up slightly to Bridgette. Sure, she seemed to have a screw or two loose, but he did admire her candid nature. Covering his eyes with his hand as she fired up the torch, he did as instructed and tried his best not to look at it too much. It reminded him a bit of a lab he did in high school chemistry, where they burnt magnesium and put it in dry ice. And by they, he meant that they watched while the teacher did it carefully, since they broke at least ten beakers during every lab that year.
"It's a shame, that someone'd want to hurt this," Jack lamented. "Guess people are the real monstahs, huh?"
Once Bridgette was done and the wall repair complete, Jack consented to the trade, swapping the shotgun for the ladder. As much as he wanted to go running back to Tatiana, he also realized that she needed time to practice without him being his goofy self the entire time. Perhaps there'd be something else that he could help with. "Where do you want the laddah?" Jack asked, readjusting his grip slightly. He couldn't quite recall exactly where it had come from, having devoted most of his memorizing to the simple route for getting out of dodge in case something happened.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Heard County High School (OR) ---> Front of the School
Édouard rolled his eyes at Lyon, judging that it was some sort of praise from the ridicule. Of course he was being praised for the menial slave labor! That was typical for America. He regretted ever coming out to the country, even if his family had been plotting against them. At least he could sleep when he was dead, he wouldn't be scrubbing the filthy floors of the OR, and getting appreciative nods from the living filth of Franklin. The pride in Lyon's eyes only served to confuse and irritate the Frenchman, and for a moment, Édouard considered spitting on the floor of the OR.
But then again, Lyon would probably make him clean that up too. Merde. He wrinkled his nose in utter defeat, attempting to come up with another scheme, since already, the workload of this one was going to kill him. There was blood and dirt under his beautiful hands, and if anything, the Frenchman wanted a manicure. His life had been a never ending party before, filled with sex, booze, and adventure.
This life, though, felt like the equivalent of an especially bad hangover.
"Pas de problème, monsieur! Votre vœu est ma commande!" Édouard muttered under his breath, before following Lyon to the front of the school. Maybe he'd get lucky and he would be able to bolt. Or perhaps Lyon was going to pull him aside for a special chat, and there, he could choke the life out of the man. But regardless, Édouard knew that he would have to bide his time, no matter how much patience and meticulous planning irritated him.
@Lady Amalthea No worries ^^
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: The Park
The negotiations, as she liked to think of them, were relatively short. A plane ticket was arranged for her to fly home to Los Angeles, and she simply needed to head to the pick-up location to get it. As she ended the call, Tuesday put on her favorite song in the world, swinging her legs as she listened to the beat. There wasn't much else for her to do, aside from finding a way back to the airport. She could do that whenever she liked, and she felt no rush, no hurry. They didn't need her to start until next week.
"The fuck you want, Tinder?" Tuesday murmured, looking at the phone. It continued to angrily buzz at her, beckoning for her to answer the call. And sure, she realized that they could be worried about her, with the serial killer running around. But if the FBI agent extraordinaire couldn't find her, she doubted the killer could as well. She simply stared at the phone, watching as the call went to her voicemail--the same voicemail message she had in high school, she realized. It was a little silly, but she couldn't remember ever bothering to change it.
Once finishing with her brief trip down memory lane, Tuesday swiped through the apps on her phone, looking for anything that could potentially distract her for a little while. She didn't want to leave her little calming perch in the tree--it was too nice, too calm, too isolated for her to give it up. But unfortunately, none of her apps proved to provide a distraction. She frowned a bit, before heading onto Safari.
Movie Nerd Grimm Indiana Class of 2006 Tuesday typed, tapping the Go button on her phone to search. Maybe she'd be able to solve the case without ever leaving her tree. Wouldn't that be an irony, she mused, if the ex-con solved a case that puzzled the FBI?
@Lady Amalthea: "That's another long ass story," Hanson chuckled, a mysterious glint in his eye. Those who knew him fairly well could tell, it was the look he got when he was lying. "I did it to impress a girl--wanted to fuck her, ended up getting fucked over by Satan. Isn't that how shit always ends up going, though?" He doesn't talk all too much though, going a bit quiet. Amy might not be able to tell he's lying, but there's definitely something going on here. However, Amy and Hanson are no longer alone in the church (see below).
@BlueSky44: Katsumi eventually stumbles upon a store with smashed in windows, books lying on the ground inside and outside. The broken sign reveals that this is Forgotten Relics, and a healthy coating of police tape, one of the last acts of the Altsoba PD, is trampled on the ground. Once she goes inside, she'll notice that practically every book she could dream of is on those shelves. However, that isn't the only thing. A plump man with shrunken eyes is sitting among the rubble, blood on his hands. Yep, you fucking guessed it. Another round of fighting the undead, huzzah! Katsumi is okay for now, but he manages to bodycheck her and send her to the ground.
@Witch Cat @Nallore: Sylvia is going to get a bit of an odd vibe about Sera. It's almost a sense that Sera used to have some great gift, only to have lost it forever--a bit of a sad vibe, to be honest. The area in the woods seems to be mostly calm, but being by those bodies can't be easy. If they try to turn around, a demonic voice will taunt them, almost beg for them to test its power and cross the town line. Leaving Altsoba isn't an option--might as well head back to town together?
@Witch Cat: It takes Eudora a bit, but eventually she spots the girl from her vision. Wearing a black dress and having her hair in braids, the girl emerges from a building. The building just so happens to be on fire, and in Mercurial's hands, she holds a gas mask and an empty container of kerosene. (See below for more details).
@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: Most of your information is contained below, but Belladonna and Javier are safe to proceed. Madame Violca can be found in the Shopping District, while the Faith Healer lives in a small little annex by the Methodist Church.
Mercurial Crypt
She couldn't help but find her parents to be slightly clingy. Some societies buried their children beneath the floorboards, a practice that Mercurial would not put past Javier and Belladonna. In fact, she knew that they likely very much wanted to smother her in her sleep. But, she reminded herself, it was just an expression of their love, the fact that they would be willing to end her miserable life and allow her to experience the greatest symphony of pain ever known. Still, sometimes she yearned for a cemetery of her own.
"He won't be coming back," Mercurial shrugged, fully intending on fetching her great uncle's things. "No one returns from the Bermuda Triangle, mother dear." If she had been one to smile, she might have done so at the memories she had, learning to fence from her father. It was a necessary skill, swordplay. How else would she cut up her enemies?
Fetching her uncle's belongings, Mercurial returned as her parents finally made the decision to go out on their own. She had gone to see Father King on a few occasions as a child, mostly in order to study weakness. And Madame Violca was perhaps the only one who approved of Mercurial's favored tarot cast--it was a sort of Russian roulette, but in reverse. Only one card with beneficial meaning was allowed in the deck. It weaved a great tapestry of sorrow and tragedy, how could she not adore it?
Nodding at her parents, Mercurial exited the family home, her gas mask dangling from her wrist by the straps. She smirked slightly as she saw her target near. It was the home of an organization--one that championed the denial of rights and services. They irritated her in particular, claiming that abortions were the work of Satan. It was an insult that the Lord of Darkness would have gone so soft.
"I love freedom of expression," Mercurial murmured, before entering the building. In less than ten minutes, it was ablaze, the fire alarm blaring, a signal for help that could never come. Only Mercurial emerged, as calm as ever, as she flicked a piece of dirt off the collar of her dress.
Jade Cornish
Location: On the Road ---> Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Jade smirked a bit, imagining a rap sheet about a mile long for Darren. He seemed to be the type that would get into trouble while trying to do the best thing, a bit of humor that tended to cheer her up in these times. As they drove, she gave him directions, only pausing when she glimpsed a burning vehicle on the road ahead of them, with a body near it. It was the wreckage the Sheriff had perished in--and curiously, there was no logical explanation Jade could think of.
"Bollocks," she muttered, before shaking her head slightly. They weren't too far from Altsoba County, as it was just past the farm. The idea was that the prisoners would be kept away from the main portion of town, but if anything, it just put the criminals closer to the highway--closer to escape. Strumming her fingers on her leg, Jade was a bit perplexed at the scene that greeted them.
"Does everything look too...ordinary...to you too?" Jade asked cautiously, seeing the quiet and otherwise well kept prison in front of them. There was no sign of rioting or destruction, as if the apocalypse had passed the criminals over, and let them be. And while the couldn't see anyone, no one being in the yard or in the towers, there were no bodies as well. It was still and quiet, enough that Jade felt herself get goosebumps.
"So, ex-con, know where everyone is?"
Aloise Zamora
"You sound confident," Aloise observed with a smile, almost defensively driving the yellow bug through the tattered streets. Her posture and body language suggested that she was in a war zone, back in the Marines, and it wasn't an entirely incorrect concept. Any undead she saw coming towards them she quickly avoided, merely slamming on the breaks, and taking a tight turn. And by some stroke of luck, Liam's directions were sufficient.
"Our Heavenly Father Methodist Church...Huh, long name," Aloise murmured, as she parked the car. The world might have been ending, but she wasn't going to just stop the car wherever, and she took the time to carefully parallel park. It was almost her way of preserving something akin to normalcy, until she shut off the car and grabbed her gun, glancing around with a calm eye. "All clear for now. C'mon, let's move."
She didn't let Liam protest. Having him walk behind her, Aloise carefully approached the church, peering inside quickly to confirm that the coast was clear. Once being sufficiently certain they were safe from any further danger, she motioned for Liam to follow her inside. It wasn't the fanciest church by any standards, with shabby pews and chipped stain glass. And at the very front, Aloise saw two strangers.
"One of you a Dr. Chang?" Aloise asked, gun in hand. "My name's Aloise Zamora, ex-Marine. I'm here to help. And this....this is Liam...He's Australian."
@Lady Amalthea Sigil's old....right?
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: Riley's Apartment
A detective as well? Tuesday frowned slightly, dimly recognizing Gregory. Of course, she couldn't place him. She might have seen him on the news, or he could have been arresting someone in her building. Cops tended to look the same to her after a while, more of a uniform than an actual person. Tuesday grimaced a bit at Ronnie, her eyes flashing wide to signal her agreement. This was exactly the kind of situation that she tried to avoid. Ever since she started smuggling, the police possessed an additional threat. It wasn't just usage charges they could come up with now--it was a whole new ball park. She leaned up against the wall, trying to think of some sort of reason to leave the scene, until she spotted the door to Cecily's room.
"Your roommate home, sis?" Tuesday asked, figuring that there would be a fire escape or something she could climb out of. Marc may know she was in Justice, but it would only take a phone call or two, as well as some promises to a kingpin, for her to vanish and resurface in some other cesspool. Or at least, she hoped that was all it would take. Walking over to the door to Cecily's room nonchalantly, Tuesday pushed it open, peering inside.
"It's a fucking nerd paradise," Tuesday murmured, before glancing back at the others. She wouldn't be too surprised if Marc accused her of breaking and entering, just for opening a door in Riley's apartment. But to be truthful, at this point, she was expecting him to press some sort of charges against her in general.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: the Morgue
Cecily nodded a bit, agreeing that it would have been best for Dr. Brinne to remain in India. However, she didn't want to scare the woman too much--just make her aware of the situation as it was. "Just leave town as soon as you can. And if you already signed a contract, let me know. My parents are lawyers," Cecily advised, a slight bitter taste in her mouth at the thought of her parents.
On paper, they were only slightly questionable in their ethics. They were the types who would defend OJ Simpson, who profited off of weakness and gave no signs of remorse. They forgot the human element of their cases, instead only focusing on the pay off. And they were well paid for it--it was how they put Cecily through university, the reason they moved so frequently, hardly staying in a city for more than a year, and how they afforded to send her brother to a boarding school specializing in performing arts.
Seeing the text come in from Roy, Cecily wasn't certain whether or not she was supposed to laugh. She could hardly think of why Riley would have all of those people over but...It wasn't really her business what Riley decided to do, especially given her accident. Tapping out a quick reply, Cecily tucked her phone away into her pocket.
Tinder? Isn't that a sex app? -C.A.
She couldn't help but feel slightly conflicted. Roy had given her strict instructions to trust no one, and while Caesar had been cleared, no one else had. There was no logical reason for her to delay heading down to the airfield, but the prospect of going without Roy made her uneasy. The pessimist in her said to play dumb, to wait for Roy, and make every cautious move that she could.
But as her eyes saw the broken man in front of her, as well as the bodies set on the table, she knew that she couldn't give into her fear. "Queensguard's Private Air Strip. We'll want to move before they realize what we're up to, otherwise, they'll make sure to give the place a deep cleaning before we can even get through the gates."
@Pundii I can't even today so you're all good. Especially if you're willing to take in an American refugee :P
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