Date: Saturday May 13th, 2017
Another day in Justice and as much as people try to keep certain things locked down there is usually someone out there that is willing to be bribed to unlock anything you could ever want to know. Every wall has eyes, every phone has ears. Well not everyone but there are enough out there to make things interesting. The Independent News Station, a small group of people bent on revealing the truth that happens in the dark corners of Justice have just got their hands on a juicy little story and they are wanting the people of Justice to know. Granted, most stories they break are believed about as much as the announcement that Big Foot just had his first born child with a Harpy; that doesn't stop them though.
"Breaking News, this is Christina Orukevic from I.N.S. and boy have we have a story for you this morning. As was reported last night there was another suicide on the streets of Boston Heights. A Danica Graves seems to have eaten a bullet and taken a back flop right into the sidewalk during last nights Block Party. Guess she really wanted to crash the place. You all might remember the tale of Peyton Glencross from six month ago. She to chose to end her life during one of Boston Heights now infamous little soirees. You might want to attribute this pattern to some really bad food and drink but we have a little something to reveal to the rest of you. Danica Graves is none other than the older half sister of Peyton Glencross! Seems suicidal tendencies run in the DNA. Makes you wonder doesn't it? We will let you know more as the story truly unfolds! This is Christina Orukevic sighing off."
This little bit of news hit the airways quickly and while not many are putting a lot of stock into it, even the regular news stations are picking up on it. Granted most all of your regular news sources are either claiming this is just a rumor and there is no proof or adding in that perhaps Danica just couldn't take the fact that her sister had committed suicide and decided to follow suit. Either way, it is hitting the news stations and airways quickly. If you are in front of a TV or listening to your radio it is getting plastered coverage along with repeated coverage of Lyle Marlestone's death.
@DizzyIsabella @Xtreme - The TV is on at the doctors office and the above story keeps repeating itself between breaking through the morning shows and cartoons. Even a few images from all three crime scenes have been leaked and are flooding the images that the news stations are throwing on the screen.
@Sigil @Charnobylisk @Lady Amalthea - Welcome to the Docks, you three are all headed to the same place. Well not really but there isn't a lot of parking along the docks and at the pier that isn't behind chain link fences. Between the radio being flooded in on the stories of the recently and not so recently deceased, you three get there pretty close to the same time. Lawson arrives first, followed by Caesar, and Lana you are pulling up last. So, let us begin - An Ex-Marine, A Russian Drug Dealer, And a Mexican Legend all walk into a parking lot near Pier 23 - Now, what's the joke?
@Dragoknighte @Nallore - Look out the window and thanks to parking lot traffic you can see each other. In your car, Riley is hearing the story over and over again between songs. On the bus, Mali is hearing the same story from a kid streaming the same radio station through their pill speaker and annoying the hell out of the rest of the patrons on the bus who really just want to deal with their own stuff than listen to some one else's stuff.
@Pundii - Noelle kind of looked over to you through her daze and shakes her a head a little. "Coffee? Oh, what type of a hostess am I, how about I make some?" she said before standing up and walking into the kitchen. You hear pots and pans being kicked aside since they are covering the floor. The TV in the kitchen gets turned on and with as quiet as it is in the house it is easy to pick out the story about Danica, Peyton, and Lyle. It is about this time you pick up a picture on the floor, it is one of two young women - It's Peyton and Danica when they were younger. It had slipped out of a manilla envelope. Only other thing inside is a sheet of paper on it with doodles of cubes. Some are just hollow, others solid, different shapes and sizes.
@Scallop - You are just now moving in. No sign of your roommate currently but with the news blaring on about more deaths for Boston Heights and the crime scene tape around where Danica's body fell it seems you picked one heck of a time to move in. The building seems pretty dead right now, most are out. There are a few cops though, trading out watch for Danica's front door for now. A couple of people are pulling out and heading on their way.
Detective Roy Gregory
Location: Coroners Office
Roy cocked a brow over towards Cecily and chuckled. "Hey, don't be blaming your salary on me. I'm not the one that sets the pay scale. Want to complain, contact your local congressman," he said with a bit of a smirk and shrugged. If he had any control over the rate of pay for the various departments he surely would be handing out raises, starting with himself first. Glancing over towards Tank he nodded a bit. "Guess we will need to take a ride over to his place and start digging around, maybe we can find something," he said before stepping around a bit. Little did he know that some one had already been to the man's apartment and cleared out at least one file from the place before anyone else could get there.
Hearing what Cecily said about the person that broke in, Roy rubbed his face and grumbled under his breath. "Okay Tank, I'll check out the office, Cecily you go over what you remember from last night; what evidence you remember getting bagged and tagged. See if you can figure out what is missing," he said before taking out his phone and placing a call. Trying to get a hold of Wallace but it went straight to voice mail. Shaking his head he headed down the hall and slipped on a pair of latex gloves before getting the door opened and stepping inside the mans office.
There was a copy of the logged list of evidence on Wallace's desk, everything was on the log minus two things; Danica's phone and the gun. Granted Gregory didn't know what was in the office and what wasn't. Cecily would be able to find everything that was logged and not logged, including Danica's phone, minus one thing.... The gun was missing.
Risa Couri
Location: Heading Towards The U.N.
Risa refused to answer that question, the only time she giggled was when she was coming up with ways to get at Lucas, something he was very aware of. Granted if she told him what she had in mind, that would just spoil any shenanigans she had up her sleeve. She kept cleaning up until everything was put away before slipping her bag over her shoulder and stepping over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Sounds perfect," she said softly before she ducked under his arm and grabbed his keys from the counter. Tossing them over to him as she headed towards the door.
She wanted to go ahead and get things over with at the U.N. in hopes of a little peace and quiet until Monday. Her and Lucas had not had anytime to really catch up yet; she had been far too exhausted yesterday. Stepping out of the door she waited for him to lock up before heading out and onto the streets. Placing her sunglasses on she glanced around. Things seemed calm enough but she doubted it would remain that way for long. There was still crime scene tape up around where Danica's body had hit the night before and the stained blood on the concrete made her cringe inwardly. No one should have to die like that.
Pulling out her phone as it rang she answered it, it snapping her out of the thoughts.
"Hello? Oh," Risa began before she started speaking in Finnish as she headed over to the car and waited for Lucas to unlock her side so that she could climb in.
"Rakastan sinua äiti," she said before hanging up the phone and dropping her phone back into her purse. Clicking her seat belt into place she looked over towards Lucas,
"was just home making sure I got in okay. Apparently a friend of the families suggested we hit the Diamond District if we want to browse around a little," she said before leaning back in her seat and relaxing a bit. Traffic seemed heavy but as long as she got to the U.N. by nightfall she wasn't going to worry.
Dj Lawson
Location: Pier 23
Lawson climbed into his truck once he hung up the phone and started the old thing up, his fingers curling around the steering wheel as he gave a curt nod towards the man watching the door for his boss. Throwing the gear into reverse he pulled out and then placed it into drive before making the drive over to the pier where he said that he would meet Lana at. Thankfully for him it wasn't but a few minutes, he probably could have walked if he wanted to but out in this part of town it was safer to be behind glass and steel instead of just air. Granted it probably wouldn't stop a bullet if one was fired but hell, it would slow it down at least a little and if anything, made the man less of a target. Something he was keen on not becoming after his years over seas.
Pulling up to the parking lot that was open for piers twenty through twenty-nine, he parked. Pulling out his colt 45, he checked the ammo before slipping it into its holster at his back and throwing on his sport coat over it. Stepping out of the truck he placed his keys in his pocket after locking up and settled his Stetson on his head, giving the rim a long run of his finger before glancing around. He didn't see Lana yet or any sign of her. Figuring he had arrived first he crossed his arms over his cheat and leaned back against the door of his truck while he waited.
He took the free moment to think about what all had happened the night before and what he had just heard on the radio on his way over there. Was a bit of information he wasn't sure was true or not, but it made him curious. If Danica was Peytons sister, why did she hide it? Or why did she even move out there. Pulling out his phone as he waited for Lana to arrive he decided to let his curiosity get the better of him and sent a quick text message to an old friend of his; one of the few people on the planet he actually trusted. He just hoped by contacting this person he wouldn't also be putting his neck on the line. He liked his neck.
Alicia Gonzalez
Location: Queensguard Industries RnD Industrial Complex - The Diamond District
Alicia looked over towards Lorna and smirked a bit as she rested her arms over the hood of her car, having watched the exchange between the two. Slipping into the car she chuckled a bit as she turned the key and the engine roared to life.
"Well, looks like a rodeo might be in your future," she chuckled as she pulled out of the parking space, glancing over towards Risa and Lucas as they came out of the building before turning her attention to the street in front of her. Last thing she wanted to do on the way to a new job was run over some idiot that was paying more attention to their phone than what was in front of them.
The radio was one and the story broke about Lyle as well as Danica's tie to Peyton. Alicia grumbled a bit under her breath as the new people went on and one about it between every song that came over. Didn't matter what station she flipped over to, it was the same thing. Someone's personal take on what was going on. Even one guy blaming the water supply on the rash of suicides as of late. Saying it was the fluoride. Alicia had finally had enough and turned the radio off.
"Always some conspiracy theorist out there that wants to take a bad situation and twist it into something even worse," she hissed from between her clenched teeth before letting out a bit of a huff and clearing her head. They had a job to do and the last thing she needed was to be distracted by dead people. This wasn't The Sign. Pulling up to the gate of the complex she stopped for the guard and handed over hers and Lorna's ID's so they could get checked in. As the gate rose and their ID's were handed back Alicia threw the car into park and got out.
"Yeah, you're fired," Alicia quickly said to the guard. He stood looking dumbfounded.
"What? Why? I checked your id!" he snapped.
"Yeah, but you didn't check the trunk. For all you know I have the clown cast from the Circus in there and they have tnt strapped to their chest," she said as she yanked the mans badge off his chest.
"Lorna, mind giving the fucker in the booth a little talk since he will have to take over for this one fully until we get more people up here," she said as she took the mans weapon as well in her palm.
