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Name Of Character: </b>Karen "Scoops" Brightspring<br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 08:15<br/><b>Location: </b>Tina's apartment<br/><b>With whom: </b>No-one - phone with Barry "Column Inches" Dawson<br/><b>Trigger Warnings: </b>None<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Karen rolled over and swore in Cheyenne, reached out to grab her phone that was playing<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DSsmVgoXDq2w&amp;hash=558bf0e410172156b3630817931049e1" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsmVgoXDq2w" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The Bangles' Manic Monday</a>at full volume. She resisted the temptation to fling it at the wall, the temptation to reject the call and the temptation to sing along for a bit. That song was her boss calling - appropriate, she always felt. She slid the "accept" icon and managed to say "Yo, Boss..."<br/><br/>"Scoops, where the fuck are you? Don't you check the feeds?" Dawson called her scoops because she always seemed to get the best stories ahead of everyone else, and the nickname stuck.<br/><br/>"Uh, actually, I was having a lie in. After last week I thought I deserved it."<br/><br/>"Forget last week!" the Editor of the Ubiquitous Gazette almost yelled at her "It's today, it's now, what's up Scoops, your source let you down?"<br/><br/>"Uh... Well Tina did leave early for some call out..." She began to have a bad feeling, and pulled up Twitter on her phone.<br/><br/>"Not just some call out, dam it, there's a whole bunch of poice cars and unmarked cars and your bedwarmer all gathered on Syracuse between fourty nineth and fiftieth. Get your ass in gear and get down there and get me that scoop! I want nine column inches at least!" Dawson hung up and Karen growled in frustration.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><b> <br/>
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</b><br/><b>Name Of Character: </b>Dr Tina Fletcher<br/><br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 08:25<br/><b>Location: </b>158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom: </b>Keith Lewis (NPC)<br/><b>Trigger Warnings: </b>Cheyenne<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Tina was wheeling the gurney with it's grizzly load now concealed in a black rubberized canvas zip-up bag, out through the door just as Daisy was taking her dog back to her car. Keith had reversed the ME truck onto the drive way and erected the canopy so prying eyes and phone cameras wouldn't get to see what was going on. It was fairly obvious but still.<br/><br/>And then her phone started playing "Steady as the beating drum", the theme from Disney's Pocahontas. She sighed and swiped accept. "Hi sweetheart, what's up?"<br/><br/>"Hemahkȧse-mo! H<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fjavascript%253Ago%28%252703%2527%2C%2520%25273645%2527%29&amp;hash=0fee6424e5b528b6490e89e026cec058" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/javascript%3Ago(%2703%27,%20%273645%27)">énaa'e</a><a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fjavascript%253Ago%28%252703%2527%2C%2520%25275479%2527%29&amp;hash=2e088c8d5d0efaeb326bb88eba7b904a" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/javascript%3Ago(%2703%27,%20%275479%27)">ho'nóhetómestá</a>-mo?"<br/><br/>"Hey woah slow down there my cute ignorant savage! I did tell you the truth, just not the whole truth. I said I'd call you!"<br/><br/>"Ugh! Paleface speak with forked tongue!" Karen was clearly not satisfied but at least retained her sense of humour. I'll be there in ten."<br/><br/>"I'll me in autopsy. I don't want to see you there, ever!" That was a standing joke between them.<br/><br/>"Love you too<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fjavascript%253Ago%28%252703%2527%2C%2520%25273787%2527%29&amp;hash=a7caf63e7d65b9673866ff1f87b196b0" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/javascript%3Ago(%2703%27,%20%273787%27)">Heóvá'é'e</a>. Call me!"<br/><br/>Tina hung up and sighed.<i>How did I get into a relationship with a reporter...? </i>She knew the answer, it was a mutual hate-to-love thing between two high school enemies who had suddenly found themselves in competition with each other. "Right let's get Mr Doe back to the lab."