| Light of Day |
[05 May 2009|02:21am] |
She pulled back the curtains of the window to bathe her bedroom in the full light of the day. Kathleen paused to view the activity down on the street below with the usual traffic for a weekend morning. The pavement still shown signs of dampness from the spring shower that quickly passed through the city only an hour earlier, the mild cold front now somewhere over the Great Lake and heading to the opposite shore in Michigan. The skies were already beginning to clear.
( Spring Cleaning )
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| Curiosity |
[05 May 2009|09:58pm] |
The drive to Bucktown hadn't been that bad, considering Logan decided to go before the later afternoon traffic rush. Traffic was one of the few things he didn't like about Chicago, but like most places, the longer Logan lived there, the better he was able to deal with and anticipate such inconveniences. The former Watcher wanted to bring along his camera and a few other tools he would use when investigating something weird, but he figured that probably wouldn't jive with their cover of being a recently-engaged couple looking for a cheap apartment.
Logan had to admit that while it was solid idea for getting an inside look on the recently re-opened Lincoln Park, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to pull it off. The owner of Thoth's Library wasn't exactly trained in or renowned for acting chops -- the Watchers' Academy never offered Drama 101. Still, it was a prime opportunity for investigation, and since it was in the middle of the day, he figured there was little, if any, danger.
Climbing the steps to the second floor of the brick three-flat, Logan scratched the side of his neck. He'd gotten a little too close with the razor that morning; he didn't break skin, but Logan had that annoying after-shave itch that wouldn't go away. His red button-down hung untucked around his chest, his blue jeans perhaps a little much for the spring Chicago heat. Then again, Logan hated shorts, so he didn't mind.
Knocking on the door to Janine's apartment, Logan stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, listening to a dog barking downstairs and a couple birds chirping in one of the trees. He wondered briefly if this was what the complexes in Lincoln Park would look like once they were complete.
( Mr and Mrs Smith...Sort of )
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