There's a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street
Cy has been cornered by bullies. This time, bullies of the fluffy variety.
One of them just called her smelly.
Currently, she's tearing off his ear.
Ragnar is sitting on a bridge over the Chicago river, staring at the water. He's been doing this a lot, lately. He's gotten several odd looks from passerby, but no one wants to--or sees reason to--mess with him. A fact for which he's quite grateful.
Ruvin is out of the Conrad for the first time in a couple of days. She left a note for Dusty, telling the angel she was going for the walk, and she did, for a while.
She went up to the Conrad's roof, thought about Robin and how they met until she had to run to the edge and vomit from fear at the emptiness in her own head.
She went to Navy Pier, almost ready to reopen, and clung to one of the few memories she has of him that doesn't feel somehow fake.
She went to Millennium Park to watch people gather and wait for her.
Now she's sitting, tucked under Cloud Gate, curled up in a ball with her head on her knees. She's still wearing--or rather, she's again wearing--the pants and sweatshirt the Doctor gave her, crinkling the blood-crisped cloth under her fingers.
One of them just called her smelly.
Currently, she's tearing off his ear.
Ragnar is sitting on a bridge over the Chicago river, staring at the water. He's been doing this a lot, lately. He's gotten several odd looks from passerby, but no one wants to--or sees reason to--mess with him. A fact for which he's quite grateful.
Ruvin is out of the Conrad for the first time in a couple of days. She left a note for Dusty, telling the angel she was going for the walk, and she did, for a while.
She went up to the Conrad's roof, thought about Robin and how they met until she had to run to the edge and vomit from fear at the emptiness in her own head.
She went to Navy Pier, almost ready to reopen, and clung to one of the few memories she has of him that doesn't feel somehow fake.
She went to Millennium Park to watch people gather and wait for her.
Now she's sitting, tucked under Cloud Gate, curled up in a ball with her head on her knees. She's still wearing--or rather, she's again wearing--the pants and sweatshirt the Doctor gave her, crinkling the blood-crisped cloth under her fingers.