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[neveragain]

[OOC: SO SORRY FOR ALL THE CURSING AND ASSHOLENESS IN THIS.]In all his fucking years alive, Adam never fucking expected that he'd be in Chicago for as long as he has been so far. It's not like this is the Best Place to be with all the shit that goes down here, all the fuckin' disasters that get this city talked about from one city to the next, all

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... i think you said you wanted them to meet?

[laywastetothee]

Paz is starting to rather enjoy Chicago.

She could see why the Society thinks that certain issues are problematic, but as far as the spirit of the city is concerned, she has to admit that it has a certain kind of charm and anonymity. It is a city with a personality all it's own, and some days, it knocks you down and makes you want to kill, more so than usual.

And other days, it drops a werewolf at your feet.

Paz's head tips to the side when she comes upon Adam on the sidewalk, then her eyes turn towards the woman who's walking away. She knows who he is -- you can't work for who she works for as long as she has and not recognize the key players, but she never expected to see him here of all places.

"You seem to be having an interesting night."

Sorry, Adam. Your day might have just gotten worse.

Yesssssssss ;; :3

[neveragain]

Adam sure as fuck isn't expecting to see anyone Society related. Well, no, it's not like it'd be impossible. They come through sometimes looking for shit or trying to force the hands of fate before they leave again. He is not really expecting to see Paz

[laywastetothee]

Luckily for you, Adam, Paz knows who you are and isn't looking to start a war, so her particular brand of torture and death are not on the menu for you. Not that she has any idea what's going on in the first place, but that should at least be considered a small comfort.

She doesn't react to the surprise on his face beyond registering it's there, and makes no move to help him up either. He's a werewolf. She might catch something.

"I suppose some people can't account for taste." It's unclear whether or not she's referring to Adam or the woman. It's probably best it stays that way.

[neveragain]

Adam appreciates this, and he is going to try to stay under the radar as much as he can... But he really fucking sucks at it. It's part of the reason that he doesn't stay in one city too long, because his big mouth usually gets him in trouble and he's not really willing to take any fucking chances.

He raises an eyebrow at what she says, but he's not going to question it nor is he surprised when she doesn't move to help him out. Werewolves are seen as the bottom of the fucking Society totem pole. For that reason. Adam especially tends to lead people to believe he's riddled with some sickness or shit.

"What the fuck brings you into the windy fuckin' city?" Not that he's expecting an answer, an honest one anyway. But if the whole Society is moving in, he's gonna want to find a way out before Papa Crazy shows up.

[servenogods]

Alek has been walking on a tight rope these days.

He's been pushing his luck both at home and at school. There's the fights he gets into on a regular basis, and there was an incident in Vegas he will never really talk about. It's the only reason he's even going on this stupid educational tour to Sears Tower

[neveragain]

Adam is filled with so much What the fuck? as he is being chased by old ladies. This is the thing with Chicago. Any other city in the world? The old ladies throw shit at him and walk on about their day. Here they feel the need to chase him around even though he's fucking faster than them when he's fucking walking around in circles

[servenogods]

Alek is initially filled with amusement.

It's not every day you see a guy tell a flock of old ladies their bones are dust and call them bints, and then have them chase said guy around in circles with their purses up in the air as if they want to pelt him with it.

You really know how to make an impression, Adam.

"I think I heard one of their hips crack. Possibly. They were yelling too loudly for me to really discern," Alek says, and he lifts up the cigarette to his own mouth, before he flicks some of the ashes onto the trash bin beside him.

Alek's about to say something that's equally smart ass when the doors open, and he spots one of the teachers glancing around. He does not need one of them catching him sneaking out of the educational tour and to smoke, on top of all that.

He can only imagine his brother's lecture if that happened.

Really not in the mood for it, either.

He steps on back, hiding partially behind Adam, tossing the cigarette to the side and crushing it with his foot.

[neveragain]

Adam would say that he tries to make these first impressions, but he really doesn't at all, people. This is just his fucking life. A bunch of people who can't appreciate his comments and take to chasing him in circles, crying, or slapping him in the face.

This doesn't count all the punching, shooting, swordplay, chopping, tackling, and more that generally comes into play when he meets someone. It's not necessarily always the person he's meeting that's involved in that shit, but it just seems to be how it works out.

No clue why either. Seriously, people. The fuck is up with this shit?

"Somethin' cracked. Could have been a hip, could have been a leg. Jesus only knows. Guess they might have survived the Sears Tower," Adam says with something of a shrug. WELP too late now. He thought the height and all the moving they'd have to do would give them some collective heart attack

[allthesigns]

The thing about being an angel of death is sometimes you have to follow really random people to really random places at really random hours, without making it seem as if you are following them. She's helped people die pretty much everywhere, scattered all over Chicago

[neveragain]

Adam is well acquainted with being smacked to the pavement. Honestly, it's usually a fist. That woman had quite a slapping hand on her, and he wasn't really prepared nor is he the type to attack someone back when he was the one being the asshole. Well, that's not fucking true. He frequently fucking attacks right back.

But it's different when it's a woman that he's hit on and not just some drunken asshole in a bar. Sometimes he wonders why he ever bothers with picking up women at all, because it's complicated shit and it's real fucking simple to just get a painted whore for the night. They make really nice company. They know what the hell they're doing, and it's a simple fucking transaction.

Definitely an angel though if she had a slap like that, maybe a demon. Either way, not just any slap will have him on the pavement. His face even stings a little, and Adam winces at the feel of it.

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

"She's dead so I can safely say, no," Adam says, and he breathes in before he looks up and is caught by her

[allthesigns]

Sarah winces slightly, almost apologetically, but doesn't have time to actually apologize--whether he'd want an apology or not is irrelevant. It's not a comment she should make, considering she never knows if someone's mother has died or not.

It's rather callous in retrospect, and she's lost her own mother.

His reaction once he sees her immediately has that apology dying on her lips, though they remain parted as if she wants to ask a question, and she does. She just isn't sure what question to go with. It's weird, and she nearly falls back on her butt, flattening a hand on the ground behind her before that happens

[neveragain]

Adam would not need the apology. A nicer person than him wouldn't have been an ass to say something like that. It's not like he hasn't dealt with his mother's death... as much as he could anyway living on the other side of the world, not having talked to her in years when it happened.

It's not like he expects other people to know that or to think about that. He was basically being an ass by making that comment, sole reason for making it.

Still it would have taken him by surprise to hear it in this part of town, it's not like everyone's tripping over themselves to be fucking polite and apologize for any comment made, for any reason.

It would have taken him by surprise if her very fucking existence wasn't taking him by surprise at the moment. It hits somewhere low, and it flashes through him like fire. His hand becomes a fist, and he feels something unfamiliar like bile, like bitterness rise up in his throat. His throat that tightens, and Adam discovers it is not such an unfamiliar feeling anymore.

Not since Katherine died, and