the fractured soul [logs]

sigh no more, no more | open

Fri, 25 Jul 2014 18:17:12 GMT

Posted by: eluding

This is not the first time that Ethan Hale has gone tumbling from one universe into another.

In the world he is originally from, this would happen all the time. People fell into that world and into the Chicago that was home for him ripped from their own. It resulted in disasters, in destruction. His very best friend that he has ever had fell through from another universe so he could never hate the Rifts that also brought monsters to that world and disasters to that world. The Rifts that eventually brought the end of that world. The Rifts that swallowed it whole bit by bit until there was nothing left, and he was ripped from that world at the end of it into a world with a witch and a deal.

He'd been stepping out on to the cobblestone of a village in that particular world (he's been there for a year) when he suddenly ends up somewhere else entirely. The change of setting startles him so badly that he shifts into a wolf... right there in the middle of the park. It is daytime. He realizes that first. The second thing he realizes is it is eerily silent. It's a city (one that he realizes with an aching deeply centered in his chest, he recognizes). There should be traffic, footsteps, a million sounds, but he can't hear much of anything at all like something has swallowed up the sound.

Ethan grabs his clothes which are a bit ripped and dashes toward the nearest bush to shift back into a person again, pulling his pants back on under the cover of the bush. He lifts his head up between the leaves to look toward the nearest person. Ethan swallows a bit worriedly. "Sorry, this is possibly going to sound like the absolute strangest question, but... is this Chicago?"

It feels like he is waiting on baited breath for the answer, reaching for his shirt. If it is Chicago, he-- he knows the chances that he'll see anyone that he knows is near impossible, and they were the parts of the city that he loved most. God, how he loved that city though (the pier and the park and the life and the feel of it all).

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i've never seen an iphone in the flesh | closed to julius selwyn - backdated

Sat, 19 Jul 2014 17:34:39 GMT

Posted by: aperfectthird

It is extremely hot out today, measured by Percy's very scientific method of opening the window of his flat and sticking his hand out, then immediately bringing it back in and seeing if he's got a sunburn. (Nearly - it's a bit pink.) Clearly, that means he's not going outside today, even if (now that the issue of his arm is out of the way) the curiosity to explore this city he's ended up in is driving him up a wall.

Still, there is at least one curiosity he can sate. The mysterious plastic black box he received upon arrival is, as near as he can tell by how the others interact with it, some sort of fellytone, but it's not like anything he's ever seen before. He wants to know more about it, and he's not certain he ought to be exploring it on his own.

Julius seems like a safe bet in going to. He is also English, he seems to know what he's doing with the little gadget, and - most importantly, perhaps - he feels familiar. Percy isn't sure if he's a wizard or what, but there is something about him that feels magical.

He asks Ms. Rodriguez where Mr. Selwyn is staying, and she doesn't hesitate before giving him the flat number. This does not engender a sense of security in him, because that means she'll give his room number out to anyone, too. Still, he goes to the designated flat, and knocks.

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Tue, 15 Jul 2014 04:45:38 GMT

Posted by: hypospraying

Christine figured if she was stuck in this city then she may as well explore, and so she was window shopping downtown during the week after the weird weather patterns had kept her close to the hostel. She was actually on her way back there when she took note of the wind picking up behind her, sending her blonde hair flying up into her face. She gathered it in her hand with a frustrated sigh, but the wind only increased. It was even starting to sound menacing, if that were possible. Turning her head, she caught sight of a swirling gray mass behind her and she gasped. Okay, she'd never seen weather do that before. She turned back forward and started jogging, looking for anywhere she could hunker down until it passed.

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what do we say to the gods of death? not today.

Sun, 13 Jul 2014 05:38:30 GMT

Posted by: encantamento

It probably says something about Sarah Monroe's life she isn't too surprised by the recent turn of events.

She assumes she has stepped through a rabbit hole. It happens frequently back where she is from; tears in the fabric of the universe, pulling everything and anything one can possibly imagine from one world into the next. You're there one moment, and you're gone the next. It's inconvenient, sure, and sometimes it can get harrowing - but eventually every Alice gets sent back to the right side of the looking glass.

Surely, it's going to send Sarah back home. Right? Nobody answer that.

Anyhoo.

Despite the fact she isn't too surprised by her sudden change in location, her body reacts as though she is, all the same. The disorientation is startling enough, and if she's honest with herself, there's some fear inside of her, too - it leads to a physical response. Her wings resolutely push out of her shoulder blades, unfurling to their full width. She's young enough that she still hasn't got as much control over them as she'd like. The more panicked she is by the wings being out, the harder it is to actually push them back in, which is why there is a tiny angel of death with wings far too big for her - and not unlike those of an ibis bird - walking quickly down a street near you.

No, she hasn't noticed yet the whirling cloud of fog behind her, for now at a healthy distance. Why do you ask?

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it begins.

Sat, 21 Jun 2014 16:48:15 GMT

Posted by: darkfireborn

Welcome to Chicago.

It is a beautiful, warm day in the Second City, about seventy degrees, a nice breeze, plenty of sunshine. Only a few puffy white clouds hang in the sky, moving slowly as the winds high above tangle with them.

Don't get used to it.

Within moments, the clouds darken and spread, covering the sky within a matter of minutes. Where there once had been blue, the sky is now a uniform grey, and getting darker every second. It has not even been five minutes and the sky is pitch black, the leaves of the trees standing a stark green against the darkness of their backdrop. In that moment, the city holds its breath - and then the rains come, not so much a friendly patter of tiny drops as a constant pounding. Lightning arcs across the sky, and not even one Mississippi later, thunder cracks.

The storm doesn't last long, though. A storm of such strength is tiring. The clouds begin to lighten again, the rain tapering off, and it is then that people start appearing. Not in the normal manner, of stepping out of apartments and peeking from cars. This is a bit more sudden. In one moment, they are not, and the next, they are.

At the same moment, in each new arrival's pocket, there is a three-toned chime, and a message along with it.

415 W Howard St., Evanston, IL

Good luck.

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