@Lady Amalthea And thank you in turn for being such a fantastic GM. :) This quickly has become my favorite RP lately and I am just so excited whenever I get to read another post. Definitely is the highlight of my day ^^
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Virginia is also not beneath murder ^_^ It's what best friends are for~
Jack Hudson
Location: Newnan Building E - Apartment E2
Hearing the knock on the door, Jack snapped out of his pacing, grateful a bit for the distraction from rehearsing his vows. His tongue was feeling a bit twisted from it all, and he was curious to know what was going on in Newnan. While he might not have been security lead that day, he couldn't shut off the mentality of it. If something had jeopardized the safety of Newnan, he'd want to do his very best to help. Opening the door, he grinned a bit as he saw Ray and Tiffany.
"Hey man, come on in," Jack said, stepping aside to let his friends through. "Miss Sally hasn't come back yet, just been here practicin' for the wedding."
Once Ray was through, Jack shut the door. Turning around to face his friends, he clapped his hands against his face, grinning awkwardly the entire time. It was clear that he was starting to get a bit of the pre-wedding jitters. His tuxedo was neatly folded in a corner, and with his face shaven, he didn't have much else to do to kill the next two hours. Time felt incredibly quick and incredibly slow that day.
"What went down at the meetin', you know?" Jack asked Ray, his curiosity getting to him. After all, curiosity killed the cat--and satisfaction brought it back. There couldn't be any harm in him knowing, right? Although... "Actually, don't answah that. If Ash doesn't want me to know, that's that."
Beatrice Decker
Location: Outer Wall ---> Lagrange Street ---> Jogging Around the Inner Wall ---> Franklin Apartment C3
Beatrice paused for a moment, hearing Riley's sarcastic shout. Had she not told Riley to inform her if she needed help later? Was she supposed to feign ignorance and remain on the wall longer than needed? If Riley wanted her help still, then the woman should vocalize the request. Beatrice didn't feel there was any need to be nervous about asking for help. It was better to be blunt. Besides, there were two hours left until the wedding. If she wanted to go for any sort of run before getting dressed, she'd have to do it now.
Beatrice turned and glanced up at Riley, tempted to show her the middle finger. "You know where to find me," Beatrice replied. "And I did ask you earlier to let me know if you needed help. Sarcasm does suit you, however." And then she turned around, making the rest of her way down the wall. She nodded at O'Riley as she passed him, and once she made it to Lagrange Street, Beatrice took off at a brisk jog, using the inner wall almost as a guiding mark. She ran a few laps, enjoying the added challenge of the cold weather. She had always loved running, the feeling of the ground moving away beneath her feet.
A secret twin, however? She could understand all of the fuss over it, to say the very least. It probably would've been like seeing a walker, only an intelligent one. A glimpse at the living face of a dead woman, but truly living--not the half life of walkers. Part of her mused that perhaps the dead woman had merely faked her death--the entire twin thing seemed a bit overplayed. Newnan already had two sets of twins, for example--a third seemed to be pushing it in Beatrice's mind.
But the universe did love to play jokes on people. The current state of the world was proof enough for that. And no, it wasn't entirely impossible--certainly more possible than some of the suggestions heard on the wall. Beatrice decided to finish her jog early, as once she returned to her starting location, she headed down Lagrange Street and went home. Weddings weren't her thing, but she might as well look decent. There was no reason not to, really.
Chloe Ridgeway
Location: Outer Wall ---> Building 7 (Rec Center)
Chloe nodded earnestly. As much as she'd like to pretend she had been above reality TV, having received an expensive and extensive Stanford education, she still loved them. It was the petty gossip she tended to enjoy, and with her previous lifestyle, there never had been a shortage of gossip, both in and out of prison. On the outside, it was all about power struggles--and on the inside, it was much the same. Criminals didn't stop being criminals once they were locked behind bars, after all.
"Want me to shank her?" Chloe teased, elbowing her sister slightly. "But really, that bitch isn't worth your time. She's judgmental enough that our parents'd love her to death." But Meg arrived, diffusing the potentially tense situation quickly, and Beatrice had already left. Eyeing the smashed CD player, Chloe frowned a bit. Dick must have gone batshit crazy to smash that. He practically worshipped everything of Zoie's left in the Ex-Con House.
"Shit," Chloe murmured, shaking her head slightly. "Guess Dick finally snapped, huh?" The news was a little mind boggling, even though Chloe knew next to nothing about Newnan's previous second. It was almost soap opera like, and Chloe had to hold back the temptation to make a comment to Riley about how they didn't need reality TV anymore, as this was just as dramatic and juicy. Unfortunately, Meg left before Chloe could learn more about her housemate's likely shitty emotional state.
"I hope not," Chloe chuckled. "I really love all the free stuff, you know?" She had had a few conversations with Riley about what to do with Ryan, of course. The only problem was that the man didn't seem to care that Chloe was gay. Beyond just reminding Ryan of that, she wasn't exactly sure what to do. And she didn't see any big problem with her accepting all of the little handouts he gave her. Who else was going to bring her cigarettes, after all? "But speak of the devil..."
Just as they had started making their way to the rec center, heading out from the outer wall, the Irishman in question came sliding over. She rolled her eyes a bit at his clumsiness, not sure how much of it was designed to be a performance. Though he came with more information as promised, and Chloe was extremely curious. Not only Dick, but Sana as well? She hadn't known that the two of them were an item. The wedding that night was going to be a mess.
"You look awfully happy," Chloe commented. "Like you're about to get away with murder--so spill. What else aren't you saying, Irish?" She continued to walk with Riley and Ryan, rubbing her hands against her arms to warm them up a bit as they went inside of the rec center. She noticed the way Riley shivered, and if she had had another jacket, she would've given it to her.
"You think we'll be able to find anything in here?" Chloe asked her sister, feeling a little bit skeptical about their chances. Looking for instruments at this point felt to be like a bit of a last minute effort, one that they couldn't guarantee completing.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: the Morgue
Cecily furrowed her eyebrows. The FBI agent on the Lawson case, who had taken a special interest in it, was also a good friend with another stiff coming to the morgue--the stiff that belonged to her roommate's twin sister. There was some sort of intricate web there, and for a moment, Cecily wondered whether Riley was being entirely honest with her. She was a famous rockstar, after all. Perhaps Riley was a member of this organization, or at least, maybe they had approached her for membership. But her thought vanished after a moment. It was too ridiculous.
"I can call Riley, see if she can get a hold of Tinder," Cecily offered. "Set up a meeting with him, see if he knows anything about why his friends keep turning up dead."
As for Caesar's offer to take her to Mexico with him, Cecily nodded. Getting out of Justice didn't seem to be too bad an idea, and they could always bring in some other doctor to man the morgue while they were gone for a few days. Natasha and Cecily weren't the only ones in the world who could manage the forensics and autopsies needed. "Yeah, I'll come with. I don't speak any Spanish, so should be fun."
She wasn't sure as to whether or not Caesar was asking her, but she made her statement as just an addition to her acceptance. Just in case he was addressing Natasha or Roy. The thought of having Natasha come with them brought a comfort to Cecily. Having a doctor with them, with the adventures they were getting up to, sounded like a good idea. Though...she wasn't certain as to whether or not it'd be healthy for Natasha.
Iris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building (Outside)
As she reached into her phone to call for an Uber, Iris noticed the woman who had come to see her in the office earlier. For all of the rush to get out of the asylum, they hadn't gotten very far. It bemused her and brought a slight smile to her face, though she didn't feel it was wise to go over and say hello. She glanced at the man she was talking with, wondering for a moment where Mr. Relic had gone off to. From this vantage point, Iris couldn't see him at all.
And although Iris was dearly tempted to interact with them, she knew one thing very well: meddling was to only be left to the experts. But pulling out her phone, she figured it wouldn't hurt to take some time to research those people. Her memory was photographic, and she figured she could identify Relic's friend and the woman in better detail later. If that didn't work, there was always the card she had been given, with the messy handwriting that was nearly illegible. Justice tended to provide surprises tenfold, she'd found.
Switching over to the uber application, Iris put in a request for an uber to the Diamond District. She had time for a little bit of relaxation, as she wouldn't be due to call her brother until rather late that evening--just before she went to bed, and right when he woke up. Timezones could be a bother like that. Tapping the side of her phone, Iris peeked back over at the strange group. The strange man had left them, leaving just the woman. Iris reasoned that Relic was probably in front of her.
Getting a post up now ^^
Location: Crypt Townhouse; near the Strand, London ---> Almack's
She had changed into something perhaps a bit more comfortable, enjoying the plainness of dress for a mere moment. Although it was a black dress with white sleeves, it had a certain boyish character that Virginia felt gave it a particular charm. Whenever she trained, she wore this dress. It prevented her from becoming encumbered with lace and frills, allowing the freedom of movement that she so desired. If she could, Virginia would simply attend Almack's in this more natural dress. But that was not to be.
"Are you sure you will be attending the event tonight, my lady?" Alfred asked, as he handed Virginia the various pins and ribbons needed to attend to her hair.
"As sure as I am that Great-Grandfather Crypt was fatally stabbed by an Irishman," Virginia replied, as she quickly braided and put up her hair. It was perhaps a bit fanciful for her taste, but the Season demanded it. And while Crypts were many things, she hated to think that she could be called rude.
"But think of the risks, my lady," Alfred cautioned her, as he selected an ice blue gown from the wardrobe. "An attack is imminent and your will inherit the earldom if you are no longer among the living. Who shall stop the courts from declaring the Lord Dywell dead at sea?"
"You shall see to that, dear Alfred," Virginia replied, rising from her seat.
"And if I am not here to do so, my lady?"
"Then I shall have to try earnestly to remain among the living," Virginia replied. "Though my dear Alfred, do not speak like that. You are not in our employ to die at such a young age. I should be terribly cross with you if I live to see your demise."
Alfred shook his head ever so slightly, and retreated from the room as to give Virginia privacy while she changed. With a bit of solitude, Virginia took a moment to close her eyes, imagining the release of sweet oblivion. Her mother had always explained that there was a certain jump to throw oneself towards destruction--a desire to step off the edge of a cliff and to fall. Did that explain her behavior this evening? To be truthful, Virginia did not fancy the society she lived in. As much as she did not wish ill upon her father, his absence was the only thing that allowed her to continue to rebuke suitors.
She slipped into the soft, ice blue gown and partnered it with fine gloves. Her weapons were attached as always, as she was expecting tragedy that evening, and would have brought them even if she did not. Slipping the family ring onto her finger, Virginia was as ready for the events of that evening as she ever could be. "Arthur, I shall return late," Virginia announced, as she made her way out of her room and down the staircase, headed for the carriage that would whisk her away to Almack's.
"Do come back in one piece, my lady," Alfred replied, nodding at her as he opened the door.
"I would worry myself more with the clueless young men who fancy they can make me their wife, dear Alfred," Virginia replied. "It is perhaps them who will not return to their homes with all of their limbs attached and operational."
"Welcome to Newnan, Home of the Judgmental Bastards"
It's got a nice ring to it
It's got a nice ring to it
Nora Kingston
Location: Garden City - Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha
With the guards dispatched, Nora was perhaps tempted to take off into the night herself. She might be able to ascertain more information about what had occurred, as foolish as it would be for her to leave the safety of the Maratos. Her father would surely confine her for hysteria if she left her rooms that evening. However, as her finger brushed up against the brand, Nora recalled the offer of the night clerk.
"Yes, I would be most grateful if a surgeon could be sent for," Nora replied. Truthfully, she had no intention of taking any medicine to help her sleep. Her mind needed to remain sharp. But a surgeon would be able to examine the wound, and potentially, take courses of action to prevent it from becoming infected. The pretense of an escaped convict causing a bit of a fright would work excellently, and Nora deemed it would be for the best. How else would she explain needing the attention of a doctor, after all? She could not merely explain that she had been branded.
Taking another drag of her cigarette, Nora did recall her hunger, yet she wished to be no large inconvenience. She could continue to consume the meager supplies stored in her pantry if the hunger would not subside, she decided. And perhaps, from the confidential nature of her medically inclined inquiry, it would be best for her to take to her rooms at any rate.
"Please send the surgeon to my rooms once he has arrived," Nora requested. "And should there be any developments, please send word to me. I fear for a dear friend who has likely not returned to her home yet this evening."
Jack Hudson
Location: Newnan Building E - Apartment E2
The words fell a little awkwardly off of Jack's tongue, and he paced back and forth in Miss Sally's apartment. He wanted his vows to Tatiana to be perfect, but the nerves were starting to get to him. He made little mistakes, changed words around by accident, and he pulled at his hair ever so slightly each time. The last time he had memorized something so fiercely was when he was studying for the police academy, back when he had his mom to help him with mnemonics and whatnot.
"Today I make the most sinceh promise one heart can make to anothah..." he paused, and glanced up at the wall. The wall, being just a wall, did nothing particularly excited. He laughed awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his head, before trying to run the vows from the start all over again. Truthfully, though, Jack knew that he'd be fine when the moment came and he married Tatiana. That would be the easy part.
It was the waiting that would be difficult. Having to avoid Tatiana consciously and not see her before the wedding--Jack wanted nothing more than to go be with her at that moment. She was his happiness and his sunshine. Without her, Jack doesn't know what type of man he could have become. The very thought of her filled him with warmth, as cliché as it may have seemed, but he didn't care. Almost every cliché he had heard about love applied to how he felt about Tatiana.
She was just that amazing.
Beatrice Decker
Location: Outer Wall
Instruments out of people's bones? The idea hardly seemed practical to Beatrice. It'd be easier to use people as fertilizer she figured, or to fashion their bones into crude weapons. Yet to make someone into a flute or a drum? It'd be easier, in her opinion, to cut down a tree and fashion it by hand. But with the lack of information they received, she had to suppose that it was just as reasonable as any other idea that had been suggested.
She bit her lip ever so slightly as the annoying Ridgeway sister began to reminisce about horror films. Beatrice had a soft spot for horror films. The adrenaline in them matched the adrenaline she felt on the streets of Justice, the adrenaline that she associated with being alive. But on principle, she didn't want to agree with Chloe Ridgeway of all people. The girl was a waste of space, a used up honors student who couldn't take the pressure of an exam and turned to heroin. The day Chloe left Newnan, Beatrice figured she'd be ecstatic, if anything.
If Beatrice was skilled at anything, it would be how to hold a grudge.
Once the Newnanites returned and they were relieved from their posts, Beatrice hurried down from the wall, glad to remove herself from the company of people. She tended to do best on her own, and besides, there were tasks still at hand. Getting dressed for the wedding could happen later--for now, Beatrice wanted nothing more than to take a long walk or a run.
Chloe Ridgeway
Location: Outer Wall
Chloe noticed Amelia's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She turned her head slightly, that way Riley could see, before giving her an approving nod. While Chloe didn't know Amelia now, her sister deserved happiness--and even after the world ended, rockstars still had mad game with the ladies it'd seem. Chloe had never quite been able to bond with her sister over crushes. Back in high school, Chloe still thought she was straight, and with their religious parents, talking about Riley's crushes was out of the question. Their parents still didn't know their prodigy child was gay--she had been disowned as well the moment she was convicted.
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered," Chloe remarked, rolling her eyes playfully as she handed over a cigarette to Riley, using her own to light it. Before she was imprisoned, Chloe could've smoked an entire pack in an hour if she was really stressed out. But in prison, cigarettes had a lot more value to them. To get one, you needed connections or to perform whatever sexual favor a guard desired. Chloe learned to make each cigarette count after that. "Besides, lung cancer seems like a fucking blessing of a death nowadays."
Holding onto her smoke with her lips, Chloe slipped on the gloves, grateful for the bit of extra heat. She figured she'd head home and grab something to slip on over her shirt, to give her a little added layer of heat. If she didn't have anything that'd work, she figured Ryan wouldn't complain if she stole something of his to wear. But at the comment about making instruments out of their bones, Chloe grinned a bit at the thought. Even with everything that happened, some people's nightmares never changed. They were still the things found in horror movies.
Speaking of which..."Fuck, I miss thrillers," Chloe sighed. "Where creepy shit like using humans as instruments would happen...Some stupid ass white girl calling out if anyone's there...It's the little things in life that you miss." Of course, Chloe didn't mean the apocalypse. She hadn't been able to watch a decent movie since before the start of her final incarceration.
With people sent to relieve the Franklinites from the wall, Chloe finally gave up on the pathetic endings of her first cigarette that day. Snuffing it out with the toe of her boot, she waited with a mixture of patience and impatience as the Newnan rotation resumed guard duty. She half expected Ryan to come running up with them, bearing news of what had happened. But with him absent, Chloe raised an eyebrow, and turned towards her sister.
"Shit must've been real," Chloe murmured. "You don't think they put Ryan in lock-up again or some bullshit, right?" She paused for a moment, as Beatrice left. "Here, I'll help you look for something with strings on it, sis."
@Lady Amalthea Will do! I just finished season 2. Ryan's brother is too pure
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