So far, it's all wrong--
Jo is pacing back and forth in Grant Park. It's later, and she's having a bit of a conversation with herself. She's not sure which side is losing. But she can't stay in the Conrad's basement with that construction going on. She'd rather sleep on the streets. It couldn't be safe, not with the construction. She wanted to believe it's possible, but the paranoia is setting in, and well, it had been nice of Robin to help her but--she just can't.
Her thumb is in her mouth, and she's bitten down too hard on it. It's bleeding slightly, but she hasn't noticed yet. She's trying to still her mind. She's trying to remind herself that she can't just go hunt down all of the fucking bastards she wants to. She's trying to remind herself that if she wants to live, she needs to stay under the radar. Not just go out in a blaze of glory. She's lucky enough to be alive now.
If lucky is the right word. She's still not entirely sure what's going on. She's gotten basic information here and there from Malek and Robin, but nothing really comprehensive. She knows that if she keeps standing like this, though, someone's going to call the cops, and if she knows anything about cops, they're all dirty, and besides, if they find out who she is, she's gonna go down in smoke. And she can't let that happen.
So she's walking without an aim right now. Just trying to stop thinking. It all hurts so much. She needs to get it all out of her head. And she can't.
Ricky is currently outside of a sporting good's store. He's looking past the window display and further into the store. He's wondering if he can disable the alarms and steal some ammo for his gun. It wouldn't be wrong, exactly. He needs the ammo.
Shakespeare is in the library. He's reading up on himself because he has an ego. That, and he's learning about the history of television. He has some inspiration.
Francis is in a bar. He's incredibly drunk. He has his phone out, surveying the journals. And thinking about sending Tay a message. Bad idea.
Her thumb is in her mouth, and she's bitten down too hard on it. It's bleeding slightly, but she hasn't noticed yet. She's trying to still her mind. She's trying to remind herself that she can't just go hunt down all of the fucking bastards she wants to. She's trying to remind herself that if she wants to live, she needs to stay under the radar. Not just go out in a blaze of glory. She's lucky enough to be alive now.
If lucky is the right word. She's still not entirely sure what's going on. She's gotten basic information here and there from Malek and Robin, but nothing really comprehensive. She knows that if she keeps standing like this, though, someone's going to call the cops, and if she knows anything about cops, they're all dirty, and besides, if they find out who she is, she's gonna go down in smoke. And she can't let that happen.
So she's walking without an aim right now. Just trying to stop thinking. It all hurts so much. She needs to get it all out of her head. And she can't.
Ricky is currently outside of a sporting good's store. He's looking past the window display and further into the store. He's wondering if he can disable the alarms and steal some ammo for his gun. It wouldn't be wrong, exactly. He needs the ammo.
Shakespeare is in the library. He's reading up on himself because he has an ego. That, and he's learning about the history of television. He has some inspiration.
Francis is in a bar. He's incredibly drunk. He has his phone out, surveying the journals. And thinking about sending Tay a message. Bad idea.