the world is no place when you're on your own
Wes Gannon is looking for Rachel Conway. This is not surprising. She is his ward. And ever since that fateful week--he cannot get it out of his mind, it plays over and over and over until it's bleeding out his ears--he has been more vigilant, whether he makes her aware of it or not. That means there is a very tall, very big angel prowling through most of Chicago and he can be found basically anywhere.
Rachel Dawes is sitting outside the courthouse steps, a manila folder on her lap. She looks a bit dejected. There's a coffee cup beside her, and it's remained untouched for the most part.
Phoebe Donovan has tackled a stranger to the ground. She is about to open up a can of whoop ass. She did warn the fothermucker not to touch her bum.
Josef Soltini is on edge. His cousin is in Chicago and that cannot bode well for him in any way, shape, or form. Naturally, the way to deal with this is sit in a park bench, looking like a creeper.
Lex is hiding behind an alleyway. She has blood on her hands, and she is shaking. She killed her first Mark. There isn't much that she is saying, save for a string of I didn't mean to.
Rachel Dawes is sitting outside the courthouse steps, a manila folder on her lap. She looks a bit dejected. There's a coffee cup beside her, and it's remained untouched for the most part.
Phoebe Donovan has tackled a stranger to the ground. She is about to open up a can of whoop ass. She did warn the fothermucker not to touch her bum.
Josef Soltini is on edge. His cousin is in Chicago and that cannot bode well for him in any way, shape, or form. Naturally, the way to deal with this is sit in a park bench, looking like a creeper.
Lex is hiding behind an alleyway. She has blood on her hands, and she is shaking. She killed her first Mark. There isn't much that she is saying, save for a string of I didn't mean to.