epic post of epic-ness [and open like burning]
6am: Dani Reese is running. More accurately, Dani Reese is running in the park. It's about the hour of sunrise now, but she's been jogging around long before the light actually started filtering through the trees, casting everything in a sort of misting glow. It's getting colder, and she watches her breath seep out in front of her like fog as she stops to check her pulse and change the track on her iPod. (She keeps telling Crews not to upload his Zen recordings on her playlist, but somehow that keeps escaping his memory.)
10am: Fred Burkle is working out in the Conrad. She's done a little research on tai chi after a conversation with Mat, and especially given the hecticness of her life lately, she figures she could use the excuse to slow down and take a few deep breaths. She's moving slowly and deliberately, arms winding above her head before she nudges them down and forward with an accompanying exhale.
2pm: Selina Kyle is window-shopping. (Or, more accurately, she's browsing the contents of certain window displays and making a mental note of what she'll buy as a treat for herself for Christmas.) Little does she know that her separate, catlike personality is considering breaking into said stores later on so she won't have to do something as silly as pay.
4pm: Teddy Rowe still can't find her ward, and it's seriously worrying her. And now she's pissed that she's worried, which is only contributing to make her mood pretty shifty. You'll either catch her in the throes of anguish or at the height of her anger, and either way, it probably means you'll get a punch in the face for caring. Or worse.
6pm: Sam Winchester is preparing to dig into a particularly greasy dinner at the diner. Dean would be proud at the rate in which he's currently shoveling food into his mouth, only pausing to take the occasional sip from his frothy chocolate milkshake. There's just something that has him craving it like wild today, and maybe part of it has to do with the fact that Dean hasn't been able to eat meat since he's been here. Maybe his brother can live vicariously.
10pm: Gabriel Gray is taking a brief stroll in the park. He checks the synchronicity of his pocket watch to a nearby sign over a bank, then makes the appropriate adjustments by turning a few dials. There's nothing like being on time, and he needs to be prepared for any possible situation that requires timeliness. (He's also trying to ignore the accompanying tick-tick-ticking in the back of his brain, but that's becoming increasingly difficult to do.)
2am: Avery Campbell is just about to announce last call at the Luna. There are a few last-minute stragglers coming in, needing that one relaxing beer after a difficult late-night shift. There's also the regular who's had too much to drink passed out at the end of the bar. She heads over to the phone to call him a cab before her eyes scan the bar, seeking out people to serve.
It's [insert hour here]. Do you know where your Chicagoans are?
10am: Fred Burkle is working out in the Conrad. She's done a little research on tai chi after a conversation with Mat, and especially given the hecticness of her life lately, she figures she could use the excuse to slow down and take a few deep breaths. She's moving slowly and deliberately, arms winding above her head before she nudges them down and forward with an accompanying exhale.
2pm: Selina Kyle is window-shopping. (Or, more accurately, she's browsing the contents of certain window displays and making a mental note of what she'll buy as a treat for herself for Christmas.) Little does she know that her separate, catlike personality is considering breaking into said stores later on so she won't have to do something as silly as pay.
4pm: Teddy Rowe still can't find her ward, and it's seriously worrying her. And now she's pissed that she's worried, which is only contributing to make her mood pretty shifty. You'll either catch her in the throes of anguish or at the height of her anger, and either way, it probably means you'll get a punch in the face for caring. Or worse.
6pm: Sam Winchester is preparing to dig into a particularly greasy dinner at the diner. Dean would be proud at the rate in which he's currently shoveling food into his mouth, only pausing to take the occasional sip from his frothy chocolate milkshake. There's just something that has him craving it like wild today, and maybe part of it has to do with the fact that Dean hasn't been able to eat meat since he's been here. Maybe his brother can live vicariously.
10pm: Gabriel Gray is taking a brief stroll in the park. He checks the synchronicity of his pocket watch to a nearby sign over a bank, then makes the appropriate adjustments by turning a few dials. There's nothing like being on time, and he needs to be prepared for any possible situation that requires timeliness. (He's also trying to ignore the accompanying tick-tick-ticking in the back of his brain, but that's becoming increasingly difficult to do.)
2am: Avery Campbell is just about to announce last call at the Luna. There are a few last-minute stragglers coming in, needing that one relaxing beer after a difficult late-night shift. There's also the regular who's had too much to drink passed out at the end of the bar. She heads over to the phone to call him a cab before her eyes scan the bar, seeking out people to serve.
It's [insert hour here]. Do you know where your Chicagoans are?