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Chicago is the largest city in the state of Illinois, and the largest in the whole of the Midwest. The city was founded in 1833 in order to link the Great Lakes with the Mississippi River System. It soon became a transportation hub of the Midwest, with major connections by steamboats, canals and railroads.
That's the basics. If you want any more information, you can find it here.
Image of the city:Teh image
City map:
http://www.frommers.com/images/destinations/maps/jpg/6_chicagoandvicinity.jpg
Map of the subways in Chicago: http://www.transitchicago.com/maps/maps/Fwebmapmain.jpg
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((First RP post with this character... yay. He'll probably just wander around until he falls in a hole. We'll see.))
A bed creaked somewhere, and someone muttered something in a language that wasn’t English, causing Clarence to bolt upright from a sleep filled with dreams of burning cities and faces that he didn’t recognize, to smack his head solidly on the bed above him. His harsh intake of breath brought another mutter from a shadow huddled on the floor a few feet away, and Clarence wondered momentarily where he was.
The huddled form muttering in what he now realized must be Russian was not the only lump of humanity sharing the room, and this brought a sigh of relief from Clarence before he settled back into the sagging mattress of what he now realized was a shelter bed. He wasn’t in an alley somewhere, or surrounded by ruffians.
Well, that last part wasn’t totally true, but a person couldn’t really help that.
He tried to remember in vain which shelter he was in and how he had ended up there, and eventually gave up. As far as he knew, he had been carrying boxes for some ancient Chinese lady over by that grocery store where the manager sometimes let him haul things for food, but he couldn’t remember anything beyond that.
This revelation might have bothered some people, but Clarence was used to confusion, and pushed it out of his mind. He was in a bed, and clearly alive, and there wasn’t much to be worried about in that.
As the boy fell back into a deep sleep, the Russian vagrant huddled in the corner wondered to himself in his mother-tongue where the fellow with the blue hair had gone, before becoming entrenched in his own problems and falling back asleep himself.
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((Yay! First post!))
City.
City, city, city, city...
City.
City translated, eventually, to people. Well. It was possible, she absently supposed for a city to be a ghost city, the billions of people slid underneath the earth to sleep for eternity... but, no, not this one...
This one was alive.
This one was drowning in people.
At least, in a city, one person wearing clothing that wasn't quite as covering as it should have been wasn't noticable. There were others, heh... others who wore worse. At least, in the underlevels, down where it was grittier. There were plenty of people willing to throw themselves at people for money in the back alleys in any city. Just one more attractive woman wasn't that bad.
The bus had left her here. She didn't mind leaving the Greyhound behind. It wasn't bad, but being in close proximity to so many people for so long... discomforting.
Raiyn brushed a strand of her loose hair away from her eyes, squinting slightly in the dim light. She hadn't been here before. But, eh, there were hotels everywhere. With a key tucked away back into her purse, the suitcase left behind at the hotel, she thought to get her bearings straight. Possibly see about a place where she could work safely...
Somewhere...
Heh.
All the jobs that avoided contact needed proper schooling.
Life hates me... oh well... can afford a cheap hotel room for a couple days... can probably get a job as a waitress for a while... get bearings again... find a map...
She kicked absently at a few stones along the roadway. Stones. Well, not really stones. She squinted down. Concrete, anyway. Broken from... time? Something... ehh.
Well, there were definately a few help wanted signs along this street. Raiyn would survive, as long as she could find a place to work.
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Anna Kraus stepped out her front door and paused for a moment so that anyone passing by could take a look at her and decide whether to freak out or not. She had gotten used to doing this in the last few weeks and now it was almost habit.
No one was coming, although she heard a bus pull out nearby which mght deposit some commuters. The street was a clean one for the city, in a generally pleasant district. Anna would have preferred almost anywhere, though. She had imagined open fields or high-tech gleaming cities often enough. One day my prince will come... For some reason that old song floated through her head. She supposed it did apply, although Anna's prince was likely to be a blind mutant wearing neon Spandex.
He'd be blind so that he could not see her imperfections. He'd be a mutant because power, as much as a Christian high school girl could know of it, attracted her. He'd have the costume of an old-style Super Hero, because that's just what Anna Kraus was likely to get.
The illogic of how she did not attribute any particular greatness to her own powers did not escape her mind, but glumness overran logic easily enough.
She sat on the steps and hunched her heavy dragon wings over her shoulders. Her mother had contacted the Xavier School in the near past, but they had not replied yet.
Maybe someone in a black limo would simply drive up and sweep her away.
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A hand resting on a brick wall...
Not brick. Granite, twined with marble, climbing high beyond his head, beyond roof-top cathedral of clouds...
... perhaps brick, after all.
Fingers arched momentarily in panic and realization, a gulp of air, thunder with no sound.
Damon sul'Nedrath stood quietly, looking down at his hands, at the familiar scars and veins crossing back and forth over familiar tendons that stood out as he flexed his fingers.
Hands that were and were not his own. A clever illusion, perhaps.
He shook his head and looked away, hands falling to his sides. These hands would never be his.
People moved past him on a busy sidewalk, in a city called Chicago, flowing around him as a stream 'round a standing stone. The new sun glinted off lenses in metal frames, off cell phone screens, and patent-leather shoes. A steady stream of busy, normal, ineffectual people, eddying back and forth between meetings and luncheons and soccer games, effectually ignoring one another for all of their being on the same street, personal contact of any kind of little importance.
Ineffectual.
Damon allowed the flow of people to carry him along with it, to catch him up in that tide of humanity. He allowed himself a moment of awe at how an entire race could be so conveniently lost in the business of nothing.
At last he broke free of the jostling stream of shuffling feet as they passed beneath a sign leading under the street to the subway, echoes of their feet and voices pasing away into the earth, like the spirits of the dead.
Ineffectual...
He turned back the way he had come, head lowered, thinking to perhaps give Clarence a familiar place to begin, yet again.
Poor, misunderstood Clarence. Damon's pity for the poor boy stemmed over into the question of what the child had done to deserve the halting half-life to which he had been assigned.
That pity, that guilt, had grown a responsibility in his breast that he could not shake, knowledge that he was the boy's only protection in this form, and a strange relief that it was he locked in this poor boy's body, and not some other fool.
So he found a place that felt familiar to the consiousness breathing deeply within himself, and waited. Whatever Clarence, his other, had done, he did not deserve being forever lost.
Someday, Damon would find a way to finish what had been started with his own people, his own body. But for now he hoped to keep Clarence as separate from that conflict as possible.
The boy deserved to keep his innocence.
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Anna glanced at the dark-clothed, nondescript man who appeared around the corner of the black. She could have stayed right where she was, or perhaps went inside and read a book, but she was feeling that an adventure was taking far too long in coming. People in adventures tended to walk into areas they found interesting, without regard for apathy. Admittantly sometimes the areas were dark and cobwebby and contained monsters, but Anna though that is she tucked her wings up she'd be likely to scare any monster, human or otherwise, which might come by.
It was on this spur of thought that she indeed got up, settled her tail next to the back of her leg and pulled her wings in as close to her back as the struts of bone could fold, and walked nonchalantly down the street toward the person. Perhaps she would just pass, and jaunt around the block.
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Eventually, her feet carried her out of the rows of businesses to a place near roads that en tered into residential areas. Prettier to walk through, generally less crowds, but less of a feel for what there was to offer. Ah, well.
After a while she let herself cross the street to where there was a bench and collapsed onto it in a moment's thought.
And it turned into more than a moment and something more like a length of time, where a few people passed by, leaving Raiyn kicking the backs of her boots against the sidewalk, scuffing them slightly but unregretfully.
Too much to think about when in a new place.
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His thoughts skirled in and out of his ears like sparrows, then exploded in a flurry like tiny feathers as a greater thought, more like a raven, burst through and scattered the rest.
Someone's following you.
A million people are following me, answered one of the sparrow-thoughts. It's Chicago, for light's sake.
He didn't turn around, didn't glance over his shoulder, didn't see the point. An expert on human mannerisms wouldn't have noticed a thing. But, Damon thought (to their credit), neither would an expert on non-human mannerisms...
He had planned on ignoring the thought. But it was persistent, cawing in the back of his head, and he wasn't going anywhere anyway. Like the majority of the people in this oh-so-ineffectual city, he was doing nothing but wasting time.
And so he shrugged his narrow shoulders in a gesture far more for himself than for anyone watching, and sidled up to the graffitied wall of a building, fingers flexing in the depths of pockets filled with nothing. He leaned his head forward and closed his eyes, why he couldn't say, and all of the bird-like thoughts from before fled from his concentration on that one thought.
All right, it whispered.
All right.
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Lengths passed. People passed. The occasional bus, the occasional person who glanced in her direction and quirked an eyebrow at the sight of a slightly scantily clad woman sitting there kicking her heels against the concrete, wondering where to go now.
Eventually she would make up her mind and stand up, wandering back down the street and attempting to avoid contact.
Eventually she would let her feet lead her absently towards another storefront, leaning against the window to peer inside as if somehow the absent focus would bring her back to life.
Where to go from here...
A milion people, a million options, and still no answers...
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Anna passed the tall man by, giving him furtive glances, but she had no desire to stop. He looked stoic, calm, mundane.
Perhaps her nervousnes translated to her new self--her back had been aching, with the ache sometimes running around to her collarbone. At this moment that ache resumed. Her left wing flapped of its own accord as if stretching and testing its bounds.
By accident, she slapped the man she had been glancing at on the chest with her wing.
Anna jumped back and raised her hands. "Sorry! Really sorry!"
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((*dies* I must off and pay homage to the hand of fate.... snrk))
He had been standing, back against the wall, ignoring the world. Then the world decided that it was no longer happy being ignored, and smacked him.
Quite literally.
Out of instinct his muscles sent him backward, and he smacked his head against the wall. Brightly colored stars flooded his vision for a moment, and he barely felt the tingling in the tips of his fingers that meant he was summoning the Way.
Fortunately, he managed to clench his fists and stem his reactions before he made more of a scene -- the winged person in front of him had already managed that.
His hand (still tingling) crept up to massage the back of his head, but he waved the other in front of him in a gesture of understanding.
"No, no, that's..."
Then it struck him that the person in front of him had wings. He had, of course, realized this, but it hadn't really sunk in until that moment. His mouth quit working in the middle of the sentence, and it took him yet another moment to regain his composure enough to continue.
"... interesting."
Of course, any other person might have run screaming. But Damon wasn't exactly any other person. He could still feel the energy crackling in his veins, and the tips of his fingers were ice-cold, but that was only a side issue.
He didn't shake his head in amazement, though he felt like shaking it. When he spoke again, his voice was soft.
"That wasn't very polite -- my apologies. You startled me, is all."
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Two things flashed through Anna's head which roughly translate as He's not freaking out! Yay! and I hit him hard. She had not in fact know that her wing could bash a man against a wall, and it scared and thrilled her all at the same time. Surely that was the strength she would be taught to use--and maybe it was gonna take more getting used to than, say, the controls for the new Mortal Kombat.
She tucked her wings and her hands behind her back, trying half-conciously to look small, innocent, and non-freaky in either a human or mutant way. "Erm, I wasn't polite either. Really sorry. Thanks for not..y'know, panicking." Or bringing out the protest signs. Usually she did not speak this much, but now she wanted to ask all sorts of questions about who he was and whether something more than her clumsiness had made them interact. She assumed, though, that it was just the clumsiness.
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The saunter down the Magnificent Mile had left Arget feeling quite magnificent himself.
The old section of the city, made famous for its shopping, was a particularly enjoyable place to be in on a sunny day like this. The sun presented its own problems, of course, but that was what he had just bought the sunglasses for. Now with most of the issues of his light sensitivity out of the way, he was free to take things in as he headed for the nearest train stop.
It was true that this brief visit to Chicago had been made partly out of mere pleasure; as cities went, it was quite clean, well-kept, and of course had its points of attraction. There were underlying reasons for everything, though. Beyond, well, that Terra had the best cigarettes. He resisted a grin as he tapped off the ash. It was fun to give passersby a scare at the display of his fangs, but now wasn't the time. He had a train to catch on the Loop, the rail that ran overhead around a section of the downtown... a train to catch, a self-made appointment to keep, and files to update.
There were always underlying reasons, and always things to research. The universe never, never ran dry of information, and Arget never stopped feeding off of it.
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He hadn't meant to think for as long as he had, but Damon had had a momentary lapse in his grasp of the English language, and had to pause to think of the translation for what he wanted to say.
He had to smile as she shifted her stances, and had to wonder at the unasked question lingering behind her eyes. If he had met someone under the same circumstances in Raendan, he might have laughed and then sketched a bow.
But Raendan was far gone, where he didn't know, nor why. He was here and now, wherever that was, and that was that.
All of his speculation lead him to the realization that he had been silent even longer than he'd reproached himself for the first time, and that he had lost something critical in the pause. At last he found the word he had been looking for.
"You should not need to expect someone to panick." Precise words, and he meant them. "That is not your American freedom, is it?"
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His smile was pleasant. Her reponse to his last and interesting words were therefor more open than she was wont to be. In fact they surprised her a bit. She spread her wings so the scaly edges came past her shoulders. "It's not. But I...It's not that different from having someone look away from you 'cause you're ugly."
I'm that scared? I'd be just as nervous around people if I weren't a mutant?
I'm that ugly?
She felt the tears, always ready, burning in her eyes and she hated them.
"I don't mean to be petty--"
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That's when Damon decided that whatever gods presided over this city had it out for him, as well.
As a general, he knew perfectly well how to deal with insubordination, and men shaking in fear as they prepared to face the brutal reality of a battlefield full of hardened bloodthirsty soldiers waiting for them. As a soldier himself, he knew how to calm a dying man so that his last moments would at least have peace, and how to calm himself when the terror of battle nearly overwhelmed his mortal senses. These things, at least, came easily.
But for all of his years (which, granted, weren't really that many) dealing with men, he had no idea what to do with an angsty teenage woman.
If she had been a child, he may have knelt on the ground beside her, gripped her shoulders, and told her it would be all right, even if he couldn't understand what was wrong in the first place. If she had been one of his soldiers, he might have smacked her on the back, and reminded her that there were more important things to the world that needed her attention that her own worries.
Before he even knew their names, Damon was cursing the gods of the city of Chicago.
"I, uh... " he scratched his nose, realizing as he looked at her that she couldn't be more than a few years younger than he was, which should make things like this easier... right? "I'm sure you have every reason to be.... petty."
You, my friend, he thought to himself, are an idiot.
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She wandered down the sidewalk, and let herself wander where she would, mostly paying attention to the people that she wouldn't crash into them. One bump was sometimes enough when it came to a weaker minded person to cause... havoc.
The city called, and it was far more fun to be in motion rather than waiting for something to fall into her lap.
Raiyn headed towards the nearest train station instead..
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Anna had no idea what to say to this, but he had a look in his eyes that made her very very determined not to keep crying.
She was not used to such an intensity in people; her upbringing had not allowed it, and books do not evoke it well enough.
"No I don't." But I don't "But I don't have a reason not to either. Nothing more important happens to me." Now, she was proud to think, she could indeed distance herself, to a point, from the self-condemnation. This man acted like someone who things happened to. More--he made things happen. He looked at them with glarey eyes and they happened in military time. Somewhere inside her the not being used to that was congealing into a pool which would spill over sometime later, if she ever had the misfortune to get bored again.
She muttered, "You're one of them, aren't you?" Not the actual word which could condemn, but a secreter one: "One of the X-Men?"
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Blink.
That was something that didn't translate quite at all. Them, Damon thought, slightly unsettled. He supposed that meant the people humanity dubbed 'mutants,' a word unfamiliar to him, that he garnered could mean anything from 'unusual' to 'hated.' He quietly noted the hesitation that was the word, the unspoken... resignation, and perhaps hope.
He also noted the awe, and the expectation. And didn't have the heart to inform her that the one of the two people standing in front of her that was what humanity dubbed a 'mutant' would have run screaming, had he been standing in Damon's place.
The moment hung in the air, and Damon knew he should speak before in dropped and shattered at his feet, but he wasn't sure what he should say, what he was expected to say. He had disappointed people before, more than once. And made a habit of it, he thought bitterly. But this was something else, a deeper kind of disappointment. One more akin to what he felt when he thought of Raendan, of her smoking Towers, and where he was. Of the disappointment he knew resided in the hearts of the people he had (quite accidentally) deserted, if they were still beating.
The kind of disappointment that he hated.
"I.... " The heavy silence, again. But he couldn't lie to her. For all he knew, he wouldn't be standing here in ten minutes, and the girl would be left staring after a shrieking Clarence as he bolted down the street. His eyes fell.
"No. Only a man."
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The metal staircase leading to the station overhead was a bit old, and it looked its years too. Pigeons lazily scattered from Arget's path as he crossed the sidewalk to the base of the stairs, beginning the little climb; once at the top, the platform shivered lightly beneath his feet as a train cruised by.
Should be on time, he thought as he passed through the gate before taking another short flight of stairs up to where the stop was.
There weren't too many others up here, a minimal gathering for this time of day, and all keeping to their own business, though he caught a few stealing glances. Well, that was all right. He was used to it. Albinism tended to get stares no matter where he was. And perhaps his braid didn't help matters; not many people had hip-length hair to begin with.
Where was he? Oh, right. Mapping. Chicago was one of those rare few large centres that had had its downtown entirely redone only a century and a bit ago, in this case on account of the Great Fire; most cities kept at least the majority of their old street layouts, shifting in sections from era to era, which were often more than a little... disorganised, to be polite. The differences were fascinating (at least to Arget, anyway) and, in his opinion, deserving to be recorded. He sat down on one end of a vacant bench and took out his small notebook to start scribbling down some various observations; the train wouldn't be for another five minutes yet.
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Tiana Calthye
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((This has got to win for being the weirdest group of people in one area... ^.^))
It wasn't like Raiyn had a ticket to take a train. Heh. She hadn't gotten off of the bus that long ago, and she was fine leaving the confined quarters behind. But it was a... good place to observe. There were usually bulletin boards. Occasionally a newspaper left beh | | | |
