[[OOC: Wanted to get this post up since family might arrive tonight. If under-18-year-olds attend, Martha will set up a separate section for them exclusively. Treat this like a party thread! Post in your character, and then the assumption will be that everyone who attends (in either the over 18 group or under) will have talked to your character at ( Read more... )

There's a small girl raiding the dumpster behind the coffee shop. She keeps looking behind herself as if she's not sure if someone's watching her, or is going to call the cops. But Annabelle Jo is hungry, and she's not about to beg on the street. It's not safe. Even in the middle of the day.

Her wings are out; she hasn't exactly figured out how to ( Read more... )

At the Main Gauche, there's a new resident moving in -- a little blue-haired behemoth, carting more bags than someone her size should really be able to handle. But then, she's a demon. She's totally fine, really.

Besides, being a whore for the Organization requires quite the extensive wardrobe. There's a giant suitcase devoted to shoes alone... ( Read more... )

Tay really hates her life right now. More than usual. Hell, possibly more than she did when she found her ward, or when Romana was killed. She hates her life because she almost lost a fight the other night, she's still got cuts and a black eye, and now she's meeting up with one of her many cousins, who came to town on (she's assuming) Granddad's ( Read more... )

{Main Gauche party thread!}There's nothing like a scrum team if you want to drum up an impromptu hunting party for CLF whackjobs, and after a long day of scrumming and scouring the suburbs, there's nothing like crashing at one of the guys' houses for an impromptu party after cleaning out the ice cream, candy, and snack isles of at least one small ( Read more... )

Mac is lurking around the pier.. Or rather, she's lurking around the parts of the pier that people can actually get to, considering most of it is closed off thanks to whatever the hell went on down there about a week ago. She's annoyed that she wasn't there for that- it could have been awesome. For the most part, she's trying to see if she can ( Read more... )

Rusty Hunt leans against a tree in a park with his face pressed up against the bark. There's only partial awareness of his surroundings right now. He's supposed to be working. He hasn't sold shit this week. Rusty feels like shit. Sick as fuck. The trashcan sitting a foot away from him is filled with trash and his vomit. He may have seriously fucked ( Read more... )

Ragnar and Cy are in the middle of the sidewalk and appear to be staring each other down. In fact, Cy is hissing and spitting and leaping up and down in some sort of psychotically excited dance while Ragnar blinks at her in perplexity ( Read more... )

In a bar somewhere in the heart of Chicago, there's a man playing pool and winning. You know this, because he's being very loud and boisterous about it and possibly because Tyler knows this, but that's neither here nor there. Gray Raines has the night off, although he has his beeper hooked to his belt and he figures any minute now his fun is going ( Read more... )

Huck is walking around downtown, weaving in and out of the people on the sidewalk, looking like she's in a hurry somewhere. Except for the fact that she's not actually going anywhere, just circling blocks and blocks over and over again because she doesn't really have anywhere to go. The Conrad's being watched, she doesn't want to go to Grant Park ( Read more... )