McAnally's Pub

He'd heard of some strange happenings in the area again. Or, someone higher up the chain of command had and has sent him to check it out. He doesn't understand why, as there is a fully practicing professional wizard in the area, but he does what he's told.

Sometimes he thinks he shouldn't, as that's how he ended up with the broken leg before, but disobeying orders is less beneficial than bending the 'letter' of those orders.

So, he's checking out the cemetery, but he's not having much fun with it.

Rosa has spent just enough winters in Chicago to understand that she needs to have thick clothing for the rapidly approaching cold. This is the reason that she is sitting on a bench in the park and knitting.

To her credit, it is a) still light out and b) underneath a streetlamp anyway. See, sometimes she learns from her mistakes! Sometimes.

Right now she's working on a massive ink-blue blanket, the finished portion draped over her knees.

Van Helsing is prowling around the city of Chicago. The weather's warming, in fact, some days, it's downright miserably hot, but still he dons the leather duster. He never complains about being too hot or too cold. He doesn't complain about his job at all, most of the time.

The sun's sinking slowly below the horizon, orange and red and the beginnigs of blue streaking the sky. He's ready to call it a night, but he's really only begun for the day.

There hasn't been much supernatural activity in Chicago of late, but the slow trend doesn't mean he has no need to patrol. There could still be something lurking in the shadows.

She hadn't spoken to Harry since she had dropped by on St. Patrick's day, and now it was the weekend...so naturally, Rosa found herself milling around the general neighbourhood that Harry's apartment was located in near what could be described as the very beginning of the evening.

Probably not the smartest thing to do, but she wasn't sure what she was doing there in the first place. Their last meeting had been awkward (to the point where she had gotten upset enough to take off her engagement ring and store it in the top drawer of her nightstand), so she wasn't eager to have another.

And yet ... she did want to. At least some things would become resolved if she did.

That said, please feel free to bother the poor girl sitting on the bench in the dark park. She probably needs the company.

Current Location: streets of Chicago