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[misterjameswesley]

I do, thank you again, ma'am. *smiles at Scarlett**offers a hand to Walker* I will take you home, Mr. Fisk was waiting for you there in case you happened to show up. He'll be relieved to know you are alright. *walks towards the truck*

@maryfisk

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

I will. *takes the buttons and heads out*

Oh, Mr. Fisk, is there anything I can do? I'm bored.

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

[misterjameswesley]

Thank you. I'll be sure to arrive there quickly. *hangs up the phone and drives to Central Park* *arrives and gets out of the car* Mrs. Fisk! *running to them*

@maryfisk

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

Yes, I'm on the way. I'll be there in a few minutes. Could you stay with her until I arrive? *running to the black SUV*

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

*answers the phone* Hello?

@waterysister @maryfisk

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

Oh, Mr. Fisk, is there anything I can do? I'm bored.

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

[misterjameswesley]

*sighs softly after hanging the phone up and makes another phone call @wilsonfisk-thekingpin* Mr. Fisk, do you happen to know where Mrs. Fisk is? Did she say she was going anywhere? I called and she didn't pick up.

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

I'm right outside of the forest, in Hell's Kitchen- *frowns looking outside* I was only parking the car... I had to get rid of the driver after we left Harlem earlier. He had seen too much.

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

I cannot confirm or deny that at the moment. I just left your Father, he was fine. I was, unfortunately, unable to reach your Mother. Also, there's a forest in the middle of the city.

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

Mrs. Fisk, please, call me back as soon as you get this message. *hangs up the phone, grumbling, kinda worried* ... Now I have to check on everyone. Mr. Fisk is at his office, I saw him this morning. There's one more though... *calls @katherine-fisk * Ms. Fisk, are you alright? You aren't in this forest, right?

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

That's not right... *looks to the trees from my car, scrunching up nose* *calls Mary* Mrs. Fisk, please pick up... *taps on the steering wheel while the phone rings*

There are weeks where nothing happens and weeks where years happen. This was the week of the latter. It was Monday, the sky was packed with dark clouds that would bring rain in a few hours.

In the city commonly called a concrete jungle, trees sprang up abruptly in the middle of the day. A dense canopy of trees, a jungle that rivaled even the buildings around it. The trees were large, if one hadn't been familiar with that fact that the city didn't have a forest, it would have felt natural.

The trees themselves looked as if they were over 1,000 years old, with trunks larger in width than four car tires put together and lengths that required craning your neck to even see halfway. It was impossible to see through them to the other side. Anyone who had been around the epicenter when the trees appeared hadn't been heard from. The forest seemed to block cellphone reception. Shining a light on the trees only revealed more inky darkness within them. Attempts to cut down or burn the trees resulted in the forest encroaching on the city further, expanding it's perimeter and threatening to swallow the rest of the city. If someone listened closely the trees seemed to be echoing the voices of those trapped inside. "Help me, help me, help me!"

[misterjameswesley]

I want to participate. What are you doing?

Let's do something fun!!! Give me 10 minutes.

[misterjameswesley]

Yes sir. I'm doing well, no concussion. My head is healing fine. *sits down* I heard Leland is back in the city. I can kill him, if you would like me to.

Anything I can help with, sir?

@misterjameswesley

"Yes, make sure the other employees get their payments... Additionally, I would like an update on how you are doing." Wilson replied, steepling his hands together.

[misterjameswesley]

Of course it was that masked menace. I do hope you guys injured him back. *sighs heavily* I can get the window fixed, but you guys also need medical attention. And you shouldn't be driving in the state that you're in. *leads the way to the other truck* Come on. Leave that car here, I'll have someone else come pick it up later. Get in the back. *climbs into the truck, next to the driver* *glances to the driver* We're going to Metro General.

*they drive to the meet up point, driver window is broke, car a little dented* *they get out of the car very much beat up*

> Ayo, Mr. W!

> we need some help

> please.

@street-thugs

I was actually on my way to see— *pushes glasses up, frowning* What on Earth happened to you boys?

[misterjameswesley]

*they drive to the meet up point, driver window is broke, car a little dented* *they get out of the car very much beat up*

> Ayo, Mr. W!

> we need some help

> please.

@street-thugs

I was actually on my way to see— *pushes glasses up, frowning* What on Earth happened to you boys?

[misterjameswesley]

Have fun, Miss Walker. *fixes the desk drawer*

"Wesley, I need your help."

- Walker

@maryfisk

Yes ma'am?

[misterjameswesley]

I can do all of that... *raises eyebrows* Forgive me for asking, but what's going on?

"Wesley, I need your help."

- Walker

@maryfisk

Yes ma'am?