Let me be your ride out of town

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Chicago is full of demons today. Well, it is every day, but particularly today the demons are out and about. The population of Chicago's demons just went up one today, with the arrival of a lanky almost-teenager. Okay, so he's a little older than a teenager, but he forgets that a lot

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Katja is also in front of Union Station. Take your pick from any of the reasons listed below:

1. Because she can.
2. Because Union Station might be fun to blow up when she's bored.
3. Because Katja has a weird manic compulsion to wander all the hell over the city to familiarize herself with it. Familiarize meaning, in this situation, 'memorize every little detail neurotically'.

Yeah. Take your pick.

Her wings are out, under her light jacket -- and she hates summer for this reason, it's blastedly hot with a jacket on but hell if she's going to wander about the city with her wings in -- and she's chainsmoking again because when is she not? And she notices the lost little demon right away

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Spencer turns around, fighting that urge to just jump. He may look a little frightened, but he's not really. He swears.

"Um." Oh the grasp of language. Can you tell he dropped out of high school a little too early? Can you? Really? "Thank you?" he asks, even though he knows it's not a compliment. "I don't really like candy."

Man. If only she were a pretty girl. Not that she's not attractive! She's just... not Spencer's type. He's not good at girls that aren't his type.

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Katja takes a drag on her cigarette. "Good, 'cause I don't have any and I wouldn't give it to you if I did," she says. "Just dispensing advice to the unwashed masses, which is getting to be a bit of an inadvertent habit given the sheer amount of times I seem to run into people who're new to Chicago. At least you didn't fall here and just showed up in a normal mode of transportation like a sensible little demonspawn."

Smoke smoke smoke grin! smoke smoke smoke. Don't mind her, Spencer. She's a little high-strung lately. Moreso than usual. A little manic, moreso than usual. A little wanting to stick eight billion needles in something and watch it liquify.

Suddenly she breaks off from this to give him a suspicious look. Or what could be interpreted as a suspicious look, anyway. "You have a place to stay, right?"

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Spencer blinks. "Well that's not nice," he tries. "Sharing is caring." She moves a little too fast for his slow peabrain. He's not going to ask her to slow down, he'll just... miss a few things. Or rather, have a few things go over his head.

"Um, yeah, buses are good," he agrees, even though that's not what she's talking about at all. He blinks at her again, just for good stupid-boy measure. He then looks around and points towards a Dumpster. "Yup," he nods, which gradually turns into him shaking his head wordlessly. Nooooooooo.

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Anka is wandering around the city, because that is what she do. It is impossible not to stop and investigate someone curled up in a cardboard box, no matter how fascinating the city is.

She nudges the box with her boots. "Not a good place for sleeping, no."

She's very a very astute person, that Anka.

[crashiscoming]

Scout curls up even tighter in her box. "Good for sleepin' if wanna," she replies, then snaps her teeth. And then she growls, because that's what happens. She's like a kitten, or an abandoned dog--more animal than human. Not that she was particularly human in the first place, and when you are already pretty low? Going down is a fun journey.

[leanhungrytype]

Anka does not jump back at the snapping of teeth and the growling. She is a behemoth demon and no boxdwelling crazy person is going to terrify her.

"Fine," she mutters, nudging the box with a finger now. "Better places to sleep though. Easy to find, yes? That big building where the coldbloods live or the bigbig fortress." She nods enthusiastically. "Yes."

She's trying to help! In a condescending 'why are you dumb?' sort of way.

[crashiscoming]

Scout squirms a little. Boxes are hard to make comfy. She pokes her head out and just looks at Anka. "Gone," she says simply. "All gone, down the drain or othersided. Dead or in the KGB." She blinks. Yeah, she just said that. "Nowhere t' go, nowhere to wait so just wait here." She retracts her head, like some kind of demented tortoise, and curls up even tighter. And then, muffled by the box: "Wait here?"