Shack

Shack woke up in bed as the alarm beeped loudly, letting him know it was time to get up. He yawned and stretched himself out, then he turned to his alarm clock and stared at it for a moment. It was early, too early, but, he had school. He sighed, and rubbed his eyes for a moment, then clicked the button on the alarm clock to turn it off. He got himself up and took a shower, once he had a shower, he dried himself off and got some clothes on. He brushed his teeth and had some cereal. Once his morning routine was done, Shack grabbed his keys and opened the door, he walked outside and quickly closed it again, locking the door behind him. Once that was done, he began to walk towards the school. As he did, he looked around, watching as everyone was starting to wake up. He hated getting up so early, he wished school started later, that way, he'd feel a lot better when he got up. He sighed, and continued to walk, within a few minutes, he reached the school gates. He walked inside and leaned back on a wall. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes and a lighter. He pulled one out and quickly lit it up, he placed it in his mouth and began to smoke.



Scarlet

Scarlet was already up and awake, and in the police station, checking files of the newest criminals. After flipping through them, she nodded to herself, and placed the files back down on her desk. So far, everything was in the clear, no reports on crime. It was going to be a good day. She sighed, and stood herself up. Now, it was time for her daily patrol. She walked out of the police station, and got into her car. Once it was started up, she slowly drove out of the parking lot, and onto the road. Once she was on the road, she slowly drove around, making sure everything was tip top. The road was busy, the city was full. She sighed softly, looking around slowly, paying extra attention, she didn't want to miss anything, and New York had a lot of crime. She knew it would get busy later on in the day. She drove past the beach slowly, looking out, and saw a fair ground, to right of the beach in a large field. It was already packed full of people. Roller coasters, the wall, the cage, bumper cars, they had everything. She had to admit, she was certainly tempted, but, she was on duty. She sighed, and continued to patrol.



Dexter

Dexter sat down on his bed, he was awake but, he didn't care. He refused to do prison exercises, and he knew the guards would come any moment now. He hated this, waiting to hear what would happen to him, innocent or guilty. He didn't even know anymore. He shook his head for a moment, looking out of his cell as he thought back to that day, trying to figure out what happened, but, every time, he came up clueless. He had no idea, and nobody would believe him. They all thought he was crazy, well, maybe he was crazy. He sighed softly, shaking his head.



Yimika

Yimika was currently in her attic, playing with her toys happily, she had Mr Snuggums, the rabbit, Tweet Tweet, the bird, Chocolate, the bear, Croc, the crocodile, Pleakley, the Cactus, and even Mr. Mime, the clown. She named every one of her toys, she loved them so much. She giggled softly, her eyes glowing a little with excitement.

"You know guys, you're my only friends! I love you all!"

She giggled again, and continued to play with them as the toys leaned against the old boom box behind them which barely worked anymore. It was an old model, with average sound quality. and it required so many wires, it was just messy. luckily, the new model was a lot neater and much better in every way, although, that was downstairs.

Day 1, 7:00 AM | Toronto, Canada
Thomas Anson

Mondays sucked. Every week, that thought hit Thomas. It didn't help that he had an 8am class, too. Every Sunday, he'd tell himself he needed to get to bed early, but he never listened to himself, and always regretted it in the morning. Without fail.

The boy spent his entire morning routine in a sort of daze, as per usual. Just going through the motions, ones that he had done many times and no longer required any thought. Sometime between his shower and his breakfast, he began to actually wake up.

Everyone else in the household was also up and about, getting ready for another week. A long, arduous week.

Finished with stuffing his face, Thomas rubbed his eyes with one hand and threw his dishes in the sink. After throwing on a thin jacket for the cool morning air, he mumbled some sort of farewell to his family and walked out the door, backpack slung over one shoulder.

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A short walk later, he was underground and on a subway train, sitting on a bench for four, alone for now. With each stop, the train filled up more and more, yet no one sat on the same bench as him.

A cute girl around Thomas' age stepped through the sliding doors, causing the boy to perk up ever-so-slightly. She looked around for a moment, clearly spotting the bench only occupied by him, but chose to stay standing, not five feet away.

Thomas sighed. His classmates had informed him numerous times that he "suffered from bitchy resting face," as they put it. Apparently, he looked annoyed all the time, like he'd knock out the first person who spoke to him. Which wasn't entirely untrue -- he did feel annoyed near-constantly -- and he did make a bit of an effort to appear at least a little bit unapproachable, but sometimes it just got ridiculous.

At the next stop, a woman and her three young children got on. Thomas took a moment to admire how stupid she was for trying to drag multiple young children around at such a busy time, and to wonder where she could possibly be going at seven in the morning with them.

Even before the woman looked up to search for a seat, however, he was up and off the bench, making his way further back to grab hold of a handle and stand, freeing the bench for them.

Vince Mcragi

Vice was currently behind bars, lounging against the wall. He sighed softly, as he stared outside the bars. His foot against the wall as his hands was in his pockets. He didn't care for prison exercises. Whenever he was forced to go out, he just stood around and did as little as possible. It was too much effort for him. It wasn't worth it. He yawned softly out of boredom, and gently closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall, blanking everything out.



Alesha

Alesha was currently in school, she sat back in her chair, listening to her teacher, as she did, she stroked the rabbit that was sitting on the knees, hidden under the desk. She couldn't resist, even though animals weren't allowed in school. When everyone began writing, she gently pulled the rabbit up her legs a little more, so it wouldn't fall, then leaned over and began to write an essay on the school trip last week, just as they teacher asked. She was normally a well behaved girl. The only rule she broke was bringing animals to school. Every so often, she pet and stroke the rabbit on her knew as she continued to write as quickly and as neatly as she could.



Dray was currently on a tour of the white house, it was a college tour, learning about politics and the history of the presidents. He sighed, he hated politics, even more, he hated history. He sighed, drawing in his book as he nodded every so often, pretending to be listening, when really, he wasn't hearing a word of what the tour guide was saying. He yawned softly, as he continued to draw. At the precise moment, he was drawing a dragon, and putting as much detail as he could in.

Day 1: 27th April 2015, Monday, 8.00 Am New York.

Viper

Viper was already awake she had completed her morning routing and just picked up a cup of coffee from a coffee shop and was just leaving. Now she had her coffee Viper began her way to the NYPD station. Once Viper arrived she noticed how quite the station was she looked around for the FBI agents and the Military officers that would be taking part in the investigation But it seemed she was the fist to arrive Not which was not serpriseing since she was 30 minuets early. Viper walked over to the briefing room. Viper Starting up for the briefing and once she was done she set down and waited for the other to arrive.

Day 1: 27th April 2015, Monday, 7.00 Am Toronto.

Leonard

Leonard just woke up and looked at his clock seeing that it was 7am he decided to get up as he had a lot to prepare for his fist day of University tomorrow. Leonard started running a bath and brushed his teeth while it was running when he was done with his bath he headed down stares and made some sausage, bacon and eggs for breakfast once he finished eating he washed up and headed out. Leonard started making his way into Town as he had some supplies he needed to buy.

Brock

like the other inmates Brock was already awake and was in the yard doing his morning exercises he stared with 15 pull ups then 15 push ups and 15 sit ups followed by 15 crunches. Once he had done that he started lifting some weights he decided to start light with 40Kgs he lay down on the bench and started his reps.

Day 1: 27th April 2015, Monday, 9.00 Am Japan.

Kasumi

Kasumi in her room practising for her concert later she had finished practising she headed to a local coffee shop for a CD sinning she walked in waving to her fans that where waiting in line and sat down at a desk a huge stack of her CDs she greeted her with a big smile as she asked their names and singed the CDs.

Day 1: 27th April, 2015, Monday, 8.00 Am, Washington, D.C.

Shay sped down the hill on her bike. She screamed and turned the bike when a woman appeared suddenly from behind the corner. The bike tipped over and threw her off, onto the concrete sidewalk. The woman flipped her off and mumbled something about stupid kids while she walked away probably on her way to work.

She looked down at her knee and saw bright red. She hopped up on one leg and picked up her bike. She wobbled and limped her way into a convenience store down on the corner. She pulled her bike inside and leaned it against the wall. Heading to the bathroom, she used a paper towel and cleaned the cut as best she could. Walking back into the store she bought a box of Hello Kitty bandages. She had one covering her knee before she even got the receipt back.

Moving her bike out of the store and back onto the street, Shay hopped up eagerly and began pedal king down towards the National Mall.

Shack

After Shack had a smoke, he threw the cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his foot. Then walking into the building. He knew he was late, but hey, he didn't care. He walked into class and sat down, ignoring the teacher who quickly began to lecture him. He gave a soft yawn, leaning back on his chair. He really didn't care. He hated school, if he could, he'd skip it, but, then he'd be an idiot. He had to at least learn something.



Scarlet

Scarlet continued her patrol, she looked at the time, and gave a soft sigh. It was time for her meeting. She turned around, and began to head back to the station. It only took a few minutes. Once there, she walked into the station and went into the meeting room, sitting down, then, she looked over to Viper.

"This better be good. I could be patrolling the city right now."

She sighed for a moment, and looked around the room. It must of been something serious, otherwise, she wouldn't be here, but, she wondered what exactly it was.



Dexter

Dexter sighed, continuing to just relax, until the guards came, he rolled his eyes for a moment, as they opened the cell door. They quickly grabbed him, and threw him out, it was time for his exercise, as much as he hated it. He stood up for a moment, looking back to the guards, then walked to the yard. Once there, he immediately saw Brock lifting some weights. He looked back to the guards, then slowly went to the bench next to hum.

"I hate this. Why won't anyone believe me, when I say I'm innocent!"

He sighed, and started with 30 kg, he lifted them up, as he did, he watched Brock in the corner of his eyes.



Yimika

Yimika got herself up and then put her rucksack on, which was filled with some of her favorite toys and headed to the coffee shop, when she entered, she saw a long line, and got curious, wondering what the long line was for, and what was the commotion. So, she decided to join in, and see what it was, as she did, she held Foxy, the fox, and Freddy, another one of her bears, but, this one was a golden yellow, Fazbear a brown bear, Bonnie, a purple rabbit and Chica, the chicken were all in her rucksack. She smiled as she walked up to the desk, she looked at the CDs, seeing only one left, then looked at the girl.

"Who.......are you? What is this?"

She looked to her toy fox, and then back to the girl, tilting her head. She had no idea what this was, but, it looked quite interesting.

Harley

It was the night of grand day, the stars had aligned- Yeah, okay buddy, I'll handle the narration, just... just get back to your corner. Ehemm. Harley is sitting at a his work station, filing reports and call logs, lazily snacking on some sunflower seeds as time goes on. Honestly he liked the job, he got his own nice thick walled office, so the voices were just the typical weird *HEY!* ones today, and he wasn't really required to attend many meetings. His life in the Greatest Country's Capital was rather mundane though. His condo -which was more of a glorified burrow- was in the suburbs on the same riverside as the DHS HQ so no scenic bridge crossings on a sunrise for him. Additionally the DHS HQ wasn't anywhere close to the popularly known DC landmarks -in fact he couldn't even see the gosh-darn Capitol Building from here, AKA technically the tallest thing this side of the Potomac river- and his commute didn't even take him past them either. He wasn't complaining too much, the tourists never came by here, and he hears traffic is killer on 17th Street anyways.