The hard, unexpected fall that pulls Claire Bennet away from the cameras that were on her moments ago only triggers one immediate emotion: confusion. She knows where she was - in New York City, at the carnival, being bombarded by reporters after she took a dive off of the ferris wheel. Unfortunately, it only takes her a quick look around to realize ( Read more... )

It’s been a little while since Claire braved going outside since the attack but there’s only so much time that a girl can spend inside when the only time she is going out is to head to work. So she’s finally deciding to be brave in going outside and doing something. Right now she can be found in the coffee shop where she’s sitting quietly at a ( Read more... )

As it turns out, the pier-- Navy Pier-- is not far from the Conrad. But Jonathan has no particular desire to see the sights down that way; call it interdimensional overload, but he'd like someplace that can guarantee a little less by way of tourism and more by way of peace and quiet ( Read more... )

Wednesday nights at the Luna Bar are generally slow, but somehow, Dean gets stuck working most of them. He's standing behind the counter now, cleaning off the surface for the thousandth time that night even though there's nothing to clean. To keep himself entertained, he's been humming Zeppelin songs under his breath all night - possibly hoping if ( Read more... )

Night has settled over Chicago. Rachel (Dawes if you will) is new to the city and to the world within the world itself, but even she's beginning to understand the quiet is never truly quiet. The silence that surrounds her up on the roof of the Conrad seems harmless, but her thoughts are loud ( Read more... )

The Organization's primary headquarters is located in Millennium Park, disguised as an innocuous corporate building for a company that manufactures, of all things, bubble wrap, which isn't that bad a front, all things considered. No one suspects bubble wrap.

At the present moment, Adam is standing in the front lobby with his hands folded behind his ( Read more... )

Claire is shaking.

Ever since running from the scene in the alley, she hasn't been able to stop.  She has no idea what's going on with her but she knows that it's bad, very bad.  All she had done before was cause a flower to wither when she touched it but now she had killed someone.

He's dead.

A shudder rips down her spine as she presses herself ( Read more... )

Fred is holed up in her room at the Conrad Hotel, in the process of becoming engrossed in a very stimulating book. However, she has made the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on who comes across her) decision of leaving her door partially ajar.

Care to interrupt the bookworm?

Sam and Avery are behind the bar and in the basement of the Luna ( Read more... )

Chicago, Phoebe Donovan isn't having a good day. Nay, she hasn't been having a good month.

For one thing, she's still a bit sore about the fact she's finally moved out on her own and she hasn't done anything worth mentioning. She also doesn't have a ward. Yes, she's a very young guardian angel and she has to wait a fuckton of years or so she's been ( Read more... )

If you were to ask why a somewhat weepy Rachel Dawes wound up in a bench across from a church after a long and emotionally exhausting day, she'd be hard-pressed to give you an answer. She simply doesn't believe in coincidence, so she takes the fact most of her recent conversations have revolved around faith seriously. She doesn't, after all, leave ( Read more... )