They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone, and hope has been succesfully undone....

[teenaged_twin]

Over the past week, a memorial spot appeared near the Wabash Street Bridge. (Near, because if you leave something on a double leaf bascule bridge, it'll be lost and/or destroyed the next time the bridge is raised.) Nothing fancy, just a batch of frozen flowers, blown out votive candles and little soggy scraps of paper bearing prayers and

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[omnomnomface]

Trin has not been pleased with her life as of late. She hasn't actually been in human form in a week, and hasn't been outside in four days. She looks a bit of a mess.

But she's at the bridge, looking unhappy. Here, Gabe. Have a tiny sad Behemoth girl.

[teenaged_twin]

It's a moment before he looks up and-

Ah hell.

"You know, I'd ask what a nice girl like you is doing out in lousy weather like this, except - one? That's a pathetically cheesy line if ever there was one, and two? Knowing the way the world works, I'd probably get a kick to the groin for it, and that only if I was lucky."

[omnomnomface]

Trin looks at him a little confusedly. She hadn't been paying any attention at all to the other people out here. No attention at all.

"Dunno," she says, then turns away again. "Thinkin', I guess." She pauses. "What are you doin'?"

He's cute, but she has a boyfriend. Or something. And she's not in the mood either.

[teenaged_twin]

"Thinkin', I guess." He says it plainly, with no hint of mockery. "Though I'm starting to think it'd be better to find a warmer place to think. Any suggestions?"

And no, he's not hitting on her. He's just trying to be a nice guy. He does that sometimes.

[changingtheodds]

Ruvin almost walks right past him. She almost misses the feeble offerings completely. She's just walking, really, until she tires herself out or gets too cold to think about anything but getting warm again.

The little, unlit candles hurt to look at.

Without speaking, Ruvin slips away, back to an alley, and wrestles some of the soggy material she's told is called 'cardboard' free from a pile of junk. She carries it back with her, crouches down next to the candles and fashions it into a little barrier against the wind and snow. She fumbles out a pack of matches she took from the Conrad's front desk on impulse and burns through half the book trying to light them before she's actually able to get it done. It might not hold for long, but it makes her feel better.

[teenaged_twin]

He doesn't say anything until the girl's finished.

"Friends of yours?" It's a cautious question, because Gabe? Never did find out who the other two guys were. No run ins with family in the waiting area, or names mentioned by doctors who didn't notice him or cops who gave him the brushoff.

[changingtheodds]

She rubs her arms as she straightens up. "No. But you knew them."

Ruvin glances at him and then away, feeling suddenly guilty for some reason. She has no business being here, stopping here, helping mourn these people she doesn't know anything about. There's been enough death in Chicago in the last few weeks that they could be wanderers or CLF, and if it's the latter...

If it's the latter, she should just blow the candles out and walk away.

[teenaged_twin]

"I knew one of them, yeah." He sighs. "And Jake? He could be an asshole now and again, but never like that. Not before all hell started breaking loose, and I don't know why he changed, but he did and it got him killed.

"I just want to know what the fuck he got himself into."

[curtainfalling]

Revan is (cautiously) out and about, dressed in civvies instead of her normal robes. Her lightsaber is hidden in a bag and wrapped up in a towel from her room. Just in case, you know. She's not about to become another victim.

She's passing near the bridge when she spots the tiny shrine. Her face fills with sadness and she kneels, pulling a lighter from her bag and flicking it open to light the candles. She casts a wary glance at Gabe before she does so.

"Family of the victims?" she asks, quietly.

[teenaged_twin]

"One of them, yeah." Looking over for a moment, then back down.

[curtainfalling]

"All of this hate is very distressing," she says, quietly. "I wish it would stop." Never mind that she's feeling a good amount of hate towards the CLF right now. Then again, she feels the hate towards them is deserved. They're hurting people. The people the CLF have been attacking, on the other hand... they don't deserve it.

"Who did they take from you?" she asks Gabe, giving him a steady, almost apologetic look. She hasn't lost anyone she knows here yet, but a friend of hers has, and she's felt that grief before, before she came to Chicago. She hopes she won't have to feel that grief again.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay in responding. Was very busy for the past week. ^^;)

[teenaged_twin]

"My brother."