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It was seven thirty in the evening when Margo decided to go out for a night of fun. She made a phone call to her friend tam, asking if she wanted to hang out in the club downtown. Tam said that she would meet her there after taking care of things. Smiling she picked out a dress, shoes and makeup.

The weather was not as chilly as it was earlier in the day so she opted for carrying her shaw to go with her dress. Not planning on staying at the club too long, already having the habit of returning at a certain time as to not stay up late tonight. On the other hand why should she worry about that when it was her four day vacation from work. Besides she needed to let loose and dance with her friend, just forgetting about responsibilities for once.

While driving in her car, listening to some music she thought about that guy Luke north. Her Mind kept nagging at her that he looked so much like Loki, at every turn he gave good explanations, seemed truthful in what he said. She still had a lot of research, with the whole Norse mythology and what exactly happened with him. Until then she would try to relax and enjoy herself. She found a parking spot, walking towards the club seeing that the place was full of people around she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her.

The sound of shuffling, dragging and feet hopelessly trying to gain a footing as a person was pulled down the hallways against their will reached the small cell Elise currently called home. Curious she rose from the cot on which she’d been dwelling and wandered the small distance from the back wall to the door. The clicking of a metal chain followed her movement to the small window in the door.

Whatever was happening out there it surely required a lot of people.

She could spot at the very least six, seven if you counted whoever it was they were dragging along. He was doing a valiant job of trying to avoid getting to wherever they were dragging him, but it was completely futile with so many people around. A guard took station next to her door. He was holding some sort of dart gun, though she could not for the life of her determine what the dark brown, almost rust red, liquid in the darts were.

Looking back at the new prisoner with a more critical eye an inquisitive look came across her face. Whoever this was he was drugged. His movements, though still fast, were definitely not as fast as he was used to, leading to a sluggishness in the way he moved and struggled.

The door opposite to hers, and much heavier, was opened revealing dark, iron-clad walls. Heaving the group of guards managed to get the unfortunate man wrestled into the room before the door closed and locked.

Now that they were no longer moving she was able to get a proper look at the group. They looked worse for wear and curiously enough several of them had...claw marks in their skin and clothes. Who exactly was this new person?

Waiting for the group to dispatch she listened as the footsteps grew faint before disappearing.

“Hello?” Her voice was hushed. Despite the fact that it was several minutes since the guards disappeared and them being the only ones on here you never knew who could be listening.

It was a rather calm yet cloudy day, the wind was strong and the air was clear and crisp, it was a pretty good day for a walk around the plains near the woods.

Saga decides to walk around for a bit before his brother Shadow paid a visit, and his teammates Atticus and Millennium were asleep back at their home.

Perdão senhorita, mas acho que está perdida... aqui é apenas a forja do castelo

;; it’s been a while, since he’s ventured over to gotham. contracts in bludhaven have kept him busy, some more fulfilling than others. but tonight, he finds himself perched in the shadows of a building’s outcrop, tense and silent as he watches the streets far below.

the city is as DARK as ever, even with the sun yet to fully set. smog pools around his still body, police sirens a distant orchestra to the theatre of violence that is this sleepless city. and yet, compared to bludhaven, gotham almost feels...calm. there’s a FEAR infesting the streets, one that renders the whole city silent. a fear of what will happen, if they choose to expose themselves in open waters.

it’s...boring.

Cheryl novamente se via deitada na cama com um pote de Nutella enquanto assistia seus seriados favoritos. Por sorte, trabalhar com o pai de seu filho lhe trazia grandes vantagens, uma delas era a tarde livre apenas para si e seu bebê, mesmo que ainda na barriga. Já estava no oitavo mês de gestação, faltava apenas mais um para que enfim conhecesse seu Matthias. Alisava a barriga quando escutara a porta abrir, certamente era Ewan novamente fazendo a visita diária, sabia que aqueles pequenos momentos com o bebê faziam bem ao cabeludo, principalmente no momento em que o mesmo se encontrava. “Olha só, ele já conhece quando o papai se aproxima, está pulando como um louco aqui.”

----- Mon amour, finalmente te encontrei. Onde você estava, hum? Fiquei te procurando durante horas, sabia?