Luke has made it back to the basement. It's been weeks, maybe longer, since he's been down here. He feels antsy even now ( Read more... )

Becky wasn't thinking when she left the hotel.

Or, rather, she was thinking too much.  Too much about everything, and things are just... too much.

It doesn't matter that her wing is still injured - she can fold them, now, but not put them away.  If she keeps them folded, though, most people will just assume she's odd and wearing fake wings.  ( Read more... )

Annie's pacing in the park, for once without a puppy tagging along at her heels. She's just kind of hoping she'll run into... someone. Never mind how unlikely running into the person she wants is. And that it looks like it's going to rain any minute now. She can live with a little rain ( Read more... )

Becky has just been... traumatized seems overly dramatic, but she has been scared pretty badly.  Her wrist hurts, her hands, knees, and side are covered in blood, human blood, and she can't stop shaking.  She's only just managed to make it the couple of blocks to the apartment building she's standing in front of now ( Read more... )

Sally Sparrow has been helping Martha sort through stuff in the medical room, much to the latter's flailing and worry.  After all, if Sally could accidentally cut her finger on a bit of glass once, what might happen if she sticks her head into a cupboard possibly full of broken glass?

Sally, of course, thinks she's being silly and has continued ( Read more... )

A sane, rational person might have deduced that Desmond Descant has completely lost his mind, because only a crazy person would deliberately sneak outside the hotel to meet with a suspicious girl he only knows in passing (who has an effect on him in a way he doesn’t want to describe) to discuss demons.
He could have asked Brando, but that would ( Read more... )

There's a park across the street from the Conrad. Big grassy spaces, benches, playground, little lake (or, really, pond, but they call it a lake because that's what people in cities do with any body of water larger than a puddle)... the works ( Read more... )

All things considered, things were not going well for the King of Dreams.

Of course, this had been roughly the case for almost three quarters of a century, now. Today, however, seemed to be a little more solidly not going well than other days before. After all, with the imprisonment, it was all fairly straightforward. Locked away, without power, ( Read more... )

So, there's a girl. In a bar. (No, this is not a joke. Or if it is, it's one of the ones this particular girl finds most amusing - no one else tends to, because they all end in blood and tears.)

Anyway, this girl's a new face in town - to both the supernatural community, and the mundane. She's dressed in a bright blue dress that reveals quite a ( Read more... )