#grimstoneexecutioner

[fionadrake]

Lake Grimstone wasn’t exactly a luxurious holiday, but she wasn’t here to drink cocktails and sunbathe, that wasn’t Fiona. She was here to work, to protect the people she could and to get to the bottom of this murder spree. Coffee cup in hand she sat on the porch of her temporary house as she looked over her notes on the cases. As soon as she heard someone approaching, she slammed the file shut. “You come to tell me someone else is dead?”

[liamxslater]

On a normal day, Liam would be at football practice, throwing around the football and learning new plays. But since he wasn’t at college, he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took the football out to the empty field near down and began throwing it with himself, and his power. He spun the ball in his hand, gripped it, not too tightly, and then threw it as hard as he could. He pulled gravity away from the ball, forcing it to slow down, and then he used it to throw it back to himself.

He glanced over his shoulder at the person coming up behind him. “Cool trick, huh?” He smirked as he turned, gripped the ball in his hand, and then threw it. “Heads up!” He warned the person. 

[natfoladare]

“See you guys next week.” Natasha laughed, waving to the last of her students for the night as they shuffled out of the studio. It was late so she lingered, watching carefully from the door as they piled into their parents’ cars and drove away. Sighing, she ran a hand over her ponytail and turned back toward the studio to begin closing down for the night. Nat turned on the radio, listening to an announcer speak about the latest victim. She puffed out her cheeks, releasing the air in a loud huff. She thought she’d left crime in New York City.  The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she heard the bell chime above the door. Her last dancers had already left for the night. “Sorry. It looks like you’re too late for class and I don’t do private instruction.” She joked, calling over her shoulder to the door.

[greenman-lucas]

@cassiedaws

The rucksack on his back was heavy, it jolted each time his fast footsteps powered down the shadowy streets. Weighed down by the results of their latest successful job. Lucas’ hands wrapped around the handles of his pack, tightened them with a little unease and only briefly glanced back to his allied partner in crime.

They weren’t quite safe yet, they were still just on the outskirts of the Grimstone border and they could hear sirens blaring in the distance. Hopefully the authorities were lost on a track elsewhere. That didn’t mean Luc could relax, but it did let Greenman break his concerned expression and slip a smirk on his lips.

“Slow coach,” he joked as he looked back at Cass who was just on his tail. The two of them were perfectly suited for the illegal affairs they were mixed up in; their abilities provided more than adequate distractions as well as being unable to be detected if they so chose. It was usually clean and this one had been a breeze. “Come on, we’re almost there.” he added, nudging her arm with a playful glint sparking in his eyes.

Luc adjusted his pack and continued in a hurried pace towards the Grimstone entrance. He was still buzzed from the heist, the rush of adrenaline that coursed through him was waning, but he was ready to settle into safety right about now. He wasn’t sure if Cass was feeling the same.

“You think it’s a risk to pull one off within the walls?” he asked curiously, wondering her opinion of whilst playing fugitives to the police; they could be pulling off another theft from inside the Grimstone walls, whether she said it was too dangerous. They weren’t exactly known to be put off by that; they were both as dangerous as the game they played.

Greenman slipped through the borderline and gestured for his partner to follow in his direction; he wanted to be undetected and find a hideout before he could wind down. “You good?” he asked in a whisper, unaware if there was anyone in their vicinity to spot them and catch them post-robbery.

[rosaliemoore]

Like usual, Rosalie Moore had her camera near by. Even though the news was filled with, well nothing good, the shadow mimicker couldn’t stop herself from going outside while there was still some sun out late in the evening. She had brought a portable little tripod and had set it up in front of her with her camera and decided to experiment what she could capture with her and her background. Whether it was in the forest, in town, or even in front of people passing behind her, the image always told a story. Smiling and leaving the camera on a self timer, Rosalie looked around until she heard a bark and turned her head around to follow the dog that had passed by her. She looked around a bit and quickly asked the person who was near or walking by, “Is that your dog by any chance? Looks like he’s....missing someone?”

[miles--hall]

“The body of yet another powered resident was found in a dark back alley...”

Miles turned away from the TV and tried to block out the news report, he was tired of bad news and he wasn’t even sure why the bar had the news on. “Isn’t there a game or something else on?” He asked the bartender, “I come here to have a good time and forget all about the shitty things that go on in the world.” He said to the person next to him. “Isn’t that why most of us come here?” He said wanting to make a point.

[rheasoto]

It was time for some fun-and that was exactly what Rhea Soto was going to do. The bar was nearly empty, only with a few stragglers or her frequent customers, when a song the love manipulator loved to dance to came on. No way I’m not dancing to that, she told herself and smiled as she stopped wiping down the chairs and the high table tops and started to move her hips to the beat. “Yes!” She said out loud and laughed along with some of her other co-workers. Her eyes landed on a customer/friend and she playfully shimmied her shoulders at them and teased, “Oh come on! You’re gonna leave a poor woman dancing by herself?”

[director-patterson]

Thomas had been back at Lake Grimstone for a couple of months and was still trying to get used to the city. Lake Grimstone had grown a lot since the last time he had been there, but that was not the only way it had changed, there was also a crazed killer on the loose, not that he would use those words with anyone that wasn’t in the Bureau with him. 

“I know that you would like me to give you more information, but I really can’t say more than what has already been said to the media,” Thomas told the person that had been trying to get him to give them details about The Grimstone Executioner case while he waited in line for his coffee.