The days, they just fade together
Ricky is doing a bit better. He's still not handling everything very well, not being able to go home, and home being a safe place now. And being afraid to touch anything, lest it might break. But he left his room. He wants to go outside, so he's standing in front of the lift in the Conrad Basement, waiting for someone else to show up and let him out. He could really use some sun.
Francis is sitting on a park bench in Grant Park, a bottle in a brown bag in his hand, and his shirt spattered with black blood. He's not drunk, hell, he'd say he isn't even tipsy, but he's glad to have the alcohol. He's still pissed about being in Chicago, and he's still in some pain. If you poke him in the side, he might take your head off.
Shakespeare is in a coffee shop. He's quite early to meet Dev, but that's normal for him. He loves spending time in the cafes. It gives him a good chance to eavesdrop and spy on people. To help his English. He's currently listening to a couple in the corner talk, and is flipping through his dictionary, trying to break it down entirely.
Francis is sitting on a park bench in Grant Park, a bottle in a brown bag in his hand, and his shirt spattered with black blood. He's not drunk, hell, he'd say he isn't even tipsy, but he's glad to have the alcohol. He's still pissed about being in Chicago, and he's still in some pain. If you poke him in the side, he might take your head off.
Shakespeare is in a coffee shop. He's quite early to meet Dev, but that's normal for him. He loves spending time in the cafes. It gives him a good chance to eavesdrop and spy on people. To help his English. He's currently listening to a couple in the corner talk, and is flipping through his dictionary, trying to break it down entirely.