“Run, Lola. Run, fast!” Her mother’s voice echoes in her mind, it repeats over and over. She has to keep running.

Lola Hernandez runs through the forest. She dodges trees, leaping over bulks of undergrowth that threaten to catch her feet and make her trip and fall. She can’t let herself fall, she’ll break the fragile vials of morphine in her bag. ( Read more... )

Ahh, early August is a beautiful time in Chicago. The sun is shining brightly, the air is warm and the lake looks inviting...

And students at John Patrick Looney High School are returning for their first day of classes.

Welcome back, kids.

There are a number of classes you could be in at this moment. For example,Ms. Kwon's English class is a ( Read more... )

There are some in this world who can make it look like they haven't been crying when, in reality, they've just nearly sobbed their own eyes out.

Kae is not one of those people. She walks back into the Kashtta with puffy, red eyes and cheeks, a handkerchief dangling from her back pocket. She's having one of those days where she remembers just how ( Read more... )

Is this what it's like to be dead ( Read more... )

[I'M BACK. May not be tagging until I get home due to silly filter quota time here at work, but tags will happen tonight. I will still be a bit slow, but please bear with me. ♥? Also, feel free to catch Fletch while he's outside his building, should you be so inclined. I may need to do some pinging when I get home to hash out some unaddressed ( Read more... )

Like Miles Straume hasn't had enough of mistakenly appearing in a fucked up magical land full of people with powers weirder than his.

One minute he's trying to hail a cab on the busy streets of LA, stepping haphazardly off the sidewalk, and next thing he knows he's here. Wherever the fuck that means. Standing in the middle of a busy street still, ( Read more... )

[OOC: I'm sorry for the delay! I had an unexpected baseball game to attend for work. Don't ask. This is a PARTY POST. Feel free to make up booths that are there and thread-jack to your heart's content, tag characters multiple times, post characters in a couple times at different moments throughout the fair, feel free to assume that your character ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

It’s a fairly pleasant summer afternoon in Grant Park, the sun’s shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky. But this is Chicago and let’s face it - things are never, ever perfect here. Well, they can be. But it’s a very rare occurrence these days. The peaceful and tranquil atmosphere is utterly shattered by a loud grumble - something similar to ( Read more... )

It's not news that Richard Alpert is spending his afternoon on a bench in Grant Park. He's been coming here more and more often to clear his mind and relax; but today, his mind is too full to clear. As for relaxation-speak to him when two big issues that plague him are resolved. Like one of the reasons why he's here and not watching the street from ( Read more... )