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[liberatechicago]

By 4:45, the protesters who started at Grant Park have marched past the ruins of old City Hall, stopped for a speech, and then forged on to mass across from the building which houses the legislature at the moment - across because there's a handful of police just to make sure that everything goes smoothly

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[callinallfreaks]

Huck's been trailing the march a bit, her packmates Bridget and Jon in tow. She's not participating, but she's making it kind of look like she's a supporter, just because it's stupid to waltz into a mob and look like you want to kill them all. She's hoping the anger she and her friends are displaying is taken for the same anger on the faces around her

[hey_capn_jack]

Not far from the molotov-packing college kids, there's a dog who's acting in a decidedly undoggish manner.

Jason came because how could he not? Public place aside, bad idea all around aside, this is something which could turn ugly as soon as turn against him and he wants to know exactly what's going on in this mob mentality. The CLF are something he's going to have to dodge or deal with as long as he's here, and why not learn them from the inside? Or at least, from the inside of one march, because hell if he's going to go to the trouble of infiltrating these people on the long term

[callinallfreaks]

Huck notices the dog, and might have thought it was weird that someone would bring their dog (or weird that a 'shifter would show up in animal form) were she really thinking about anything but 'well fuck, now we're totally screwed.'

Of course, the instant she hears someone yelling about wild animals, and hears the rottweiler's growling, she whirls around, yanking on Jon's arm, because hell no these guys aren't going to attack a dog. Even though they totally are.

"Hey!" she screams over the roar of the crowd, shoving her way over to the dog and the guy. Yeah, so maybe the dog's handling it. Whatever, there's like, eight billion other fucktards here that will take the dog out if it does manage to sink its teeth into the guy. "The fuck?" she yells at the guy with the pepper spray, shoving at his shoulder. Or, really, more like ramming into him with momentum brought on by suddenly fighting past some clump of protesters trying to go in a direction perpendicular to hers, but...she totally meant to shove the guy

[comewithus]

Jon is aware the instant his Alpha lets go of his arm that something's gone to shit, because these sorts of ideas always go to shit when Huck gets it in her head to do much of anything other than steal food. They went to shit that time they tried to break into the convenience store, they went to shit the time she decided that playing in the building scheduled for demolition would be a great idea, they went to shit--well, suffice to say, things go to shit a lot when plans are mostly made by teenage bravado

[stillaboyscout]

It should be said that Michael Vaughn is, without a doubt, a dumb, dumb boy.

He's been following the march, on the edges a little bit. And he doesn't see who exactly THREW the bottle, but to him that means Take. Action. Now.

He charges into the crowd, pushing through people even as he's practically trampled by the forward crush. He's not really thinking straight (clearly), but he knows he has to get to the bomber, whoever they were.

Again. Such a dumb boy.

[mustardwithat]

He slams into Fritz, who by now has her wings out and mantled under her heavy greatcoat. She grabs his arm with too-strong fingers, snarling as she recognizes him as a wanderer.

"You dumb shitass fuck, what the hell are you doing here?"

The angel's wartime reactions have just kicked into overdrive, and as far as she's concerned, Vaughn is just another panicked citizen.

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn tries to pull out of her grasp, because he doesn't react well to being called a dumb shitass fuck (even when he is being one.)

"You saw the bomb!" he shouts at her. "Someone has to get to those people and if it's not going to be you, it's going to be me!"

Uh, yeah. Hero complex, much?

[der_weevilkonig]

Owen Harper is a fucking idiot.

He's here. In the crowd. And hardly unarmed - not only does he have his Sig Sauer tucked into the back of his trousers and several spare clips in assorted pockets, but he has a few needles with sedatives tucked away inside his jacket as well. And he is strongly considering, Hippocratic Oath be damned, thinning the crowd a little.

Who knows why the hell he felt the need to come. Danger-seeking, maybe, now that Torchwood is more or less inactive. Maybe he's just not at home these days unless someone is bleeding. But he catches Vaughn out of the corner of his eye and recognizes him, cutting through the crowd and grabbing his arm.

Not to stop him, though. Oh, no. He raises his eyebrows in inquisition.

"Got a plan?"

[crimeatthetime]

Adrian has been waking up from the random snatches of sleep he has gotten, plagued by dreams of breaking the neck of that immortal. His bloodlust has been rising steadily over the past few days, and the fliers about the march--and the likelihood of something happening there--got him out and into the crowd.

He hates them all, at the moment. Every single disgusting, ignorant human around him. He doesn't bother hiding it, either. In a situation like this people will interpret his expression how they wish to, regardless of what it actually means. He mingles. He waits.

And then the cocktail goes flying and sends one of those fascinating liquid ripples of flame ripping across the ground, and Adrian bares his teeth in an animal look of satisfaction.

[duology]

The CLF has made this far too easy. They advertised where they were meeting, and where they were going; it was incredibly simple to figure out their route from that

[liberatechicago]

The police, who were here for basic peacekeeping, suddenly face not just an unruly crowd a few of whose members happen to be armed, but now a panicked riot and possibly an urban war. The noise of the bombs, the flash of the detonations and the screams of the injured and the red mist of blood whip the crowd into a frenzy, some turning to run away, some shouting with renewed rage and pressing across the street toward city hall. The folks with the megaphones have lost control of the crowd entirely, if they were ever in control at all - the people who are trying to get away are being trampled in the rush to advance, to find something to tear apart.

If there are assaults on the citizens of Chicago there have to be Wanderers here - any one of these people on the streets, any one of the spectators who don't have the sense to turn around and walk away. The mob started off throwing molotovs at buildings and blockades. Now it's well and truly out for blood.

[duology]

They even have a vantage point all picked out.

Dev stops into a little cafe nearby to buy a bagel and a coffee, then he heads on towards a tall building, some tourist attraction with partial roof access. He pulls a pair of binoculars out of the duffel, then shoves the duffel into a nearby Dumpster and keeps walking.

He takes the elevator to the roof and goes to a chair that Ace left there near the edge. He takes a seat and starts munching his bagel, raising the binoculars to his eyes so he can watch the chaos.

[crimeatthetime]

That, Adrian was not expecting

[ducttapewarrior]

Michael hasn't been trained for riots. There's nothing one person can do about a riot except get the hell out of the way, though he does make a point of accidentally elbowing a couple of the CLF members he recognizes as he passes, and as long as they're doubled over in pain, they're not throwing anything, hitting anyone... There's only so much he can do, without shifting and tearing someone's throat out, and that would get him killed

[anjelsword]

Aniki is pissed. She's so pissed. She's pissed at whoever threw the bombs into this fucking mess and fucked up her plans, she's pissed at all these idiots and their idiocy, and she's pissed at riots because REALLY, ONE IN A DECADE IS ENOUGH. Not that she hasn't been in multiple riots in her time. That doesn't mean she likes them.

She comes face to face with Michael as they're swept up in crowd, crushed and carried forward. Familiar helplessness.

Aniki really, really hates riots.

But the gods at least threw her a bone. She's seen this man with CLF members, though she hasn't tracked him personally. And in this mess, who's going to notice him disappear?

The crowd shifts. Aniki finds her footing and slams her elbow up under Michael's chin.

[ducttapewarrior]

Michael barely has time to register that she's there. Teenage girl, tall, blonde... and shoving an elbow into his chin. He's good at hand-to-hand combat, but there was no warning for that, and no reason to expect such a targeted attack from this girl.

The blow snaps his head back and he stumbles backwards... and starts to go down. This is not an unfamiliar situation for Michael. That doesn't make it any more fun.