We thought we lost you... welcome back
Chance Adams is sitting on a bench somewhere on the streets of Chicago, waiting for a goddamn bus to pick her up. She's pissed because summer school is sucking and she KNOWS this stuff already. She angrily throws down first the highlighters she's been using primarily to doodle in the margins, and then the textbook itself. And then a car drives by and splashes a puddle all over her and her book.
Chance leans forward and curls her fingers into the edge of the bench, dripping wet and trying not to cry. She's not exactly having the best day ever at the moment.
Gladys, in contrast, is having a great day. Or a very restful one, at least. She's sitting out in Grant Park, under a tree, a book in her lap, watching the sun go down over the buildings. There's a faint smile on her lips.
Michael Vaughn, too, is having a quiet day inside the Kashtta. He's reading a book he randomly got out of the Chicago Public Library--it's a book about the Chicago Fire. He's reading it in the cafeteria while simultaneously trying to eat a bowl of oatmeal, but the oatmeal is really runny and he keeps inadvertently dumping his spoonfuls back into his bowl as he turns pages. Needless to say, engrossing stuff.
Scout is sitting on a street corner, her chin in her hands, watching the cars zoom by. They're the heartbeat of the city, thud thud thud, as they drive over the cracks. Her hands are sticky with blood, and some of it's getting on her face. She doesn't care either way, though some other people might.
And finally, Trinity McFasater is dancing at a club, smiling and laughing. She's consumed a couple of drinks, so the party's really starting to roll, and she would love for you to come party with her. Totally.
[OOC: Just as an FYI, this will probably all be slowtimed to hell, as I am in Iowa and therefore doing some visiting and stuff. :) Of course, I say that and then it won't happen, but still.]
Chance leans forward and curls her fingers into the edge of the bench, dripping wet and trying not to cry. She's not exactly having the best day ever at the moment.
Gladys, in contrast, is having a great day. Or a very restful one, at least. She's sitting out in Grant Park, under a tree, a book in her lap, watching the sun go down over the buildings. There's a faint smile on her lips.
Michael Vaughn, too, is having a quiet day inside the Kashtta. He's reading a book he randomly got out of the Chicago Public Library--it's a book about the Chicago Fire. He's reading it in the cafeteria while simultaneously trying to eat a bowl of oatmeal, but the oatmeal is really runny and he keeps inadvertently dumping his spoonfuls back into his bowl as he turns pages. Needless to say, engrossing stuff.
Scout is sitting on a street corner, her chin in her hands, watching the cars zoom by. They're the heartbeat of the city, thud thud thud, as they drive over the cracks. Her hands are sticky with blood, and some of it's getting on her face. She doesn't care either way, though some other people might.
And finally, Trinity McFasater is dancing at a club, smiling and laughing. She's consumed a couple of drinks, so the party's really starting to roll, and she would love for you to come party with her. Totally.
[OOC: Just as an FYI, this will probably all be slowtimed to hell, as I am in Iowa and therefore doing some visiting and stuff. :) Of course, I say that and then it won't happen, but still.]