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located in Chicago, IL, a part of The Black City, one of the many universes on RPG.

Chicago, IL

So, you've found your way into the city of riches and ruin, huh?...

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maria Mae Occheto Character Portrait: Cole Occheto Character Portrait: Suri Desmond Character Portrait: Martin Ross Character Portrait: Tesla Marie Basov Character Portrait: Jackson Hughes Character Portrait: Jude King Character Portrait: Bliss Vallance
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Respecting the femme fatale's wishes, Cole leaned towards the battered beauty beside him to light her cigarette. Briefly, the flame burst into existence, a welcome sight in the sable twilight of Chicago. But just like that, it vanished and was gone again. Tucking the lighter back into his pocket, Cole nodded at everything Suri had to say. He was relieved to know everything, for the most part, had been cleaned up and taken care of. If it weren't for Suri, he was sure that the predominance of all his mishaps would have forced him to meet his end. So rarely were his father's employees granted recognition that Cole thought there was no better time than the present.

Her pale blond hair hopped and swayed in the gale that strayed off the water as she chatted nonchalantly and explained how she came by her injury. Cole plucked his cigarette from his lips and tossed it into the bay, "Suri, thank you. I'd be fucked without you, girl."

"How's Maria?"

Jackson stiffened a little, looking down at Suri then back to his truck. Cole's shoulders temporarily tensed, then relaxed as he tilted his head to the side, "She shoulda' been here by now… Speaking of which…" Cole snapped his fingers at Jackson who irritably waved a hand and marched back towards the truck. His slate eyes only caught vague silhouettes in the back seat of his truck, so only when he was inches from the door he loudly announced, "Princess Maria, your presence is requested." He was about to turn and stomp back to the terminus of the pier when he heard a painful expiration behind him. It wasn't until he pivoted to see what made the noise that he saw the blond from earlier in the night. Her artistic eyes were now red-rimmed and puffy, her nose to match. She seemed to be steadying herself on the hood of the car perhaps for fear of propelling herself into another terrifying reality. Unfortunately for her, Jackson wasn't willing to play superhero despite what her crying did to him internally.

The hushed noises of the night were soothing considering all the inhabitants of the levee had witnessed. Swaddling at the slowly decomposing planks, the bay little by little swelled. Salty murk ascended into the atmosphere yet by no means went away, its existence thick enough to cut with a knife. Mantles above dangled lower by the minute, threatening to burst with deluge and veil the metropolis in even more darkness.

"Are you alright?" Jackson raised a hand, careful not to startle the girl from Windy City.

Stirring slightly, her eyes struggling to stay open, Maria simpered at Jude's bittersweet words. Deplorably, she'd have to be getting to her feet and making an appearance despite her own desires for the evening. Somehow she managed to repress her odium for what Bliss was rambling on about, but her thoughts on the matter weren't so much as forgotten. Crawling from the truck, she grabbed at the door handle to brace her feet on the ground that she couldn't see entirely. The swelling had worsened tenfold, making the world around her a blurred arena. Before Jude could play his part as the knight in shining armor, Maria held out a hand and cooed, "Need you not guide me, fair prince."

She was hellbent on getting to the edge of the pier where she could faintly make out her brother's voice, on her own. Unsteadily, she ushered herself in her blood-stained lace toward the familiar sounds of her friends and family. She occasionally hissed as her ribs popped in reluctance until she nearly fell over Suri.

Cole turned just in time for his sister to come toppling into he and Suri's lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he somehow got to his feet and stood her up as well. Propping his sister up against a picket, he lifted her chin to descry her facial bruises that were significantly less formidable looking in the eventide. Thank God for that. Cole pressed his cool lips to her forehead, tasting the salty condensation on Mae's skin. She slackened, depleted of words and effort. Just walking to the docks left her enervated.

Cole turned to face Daniel and Martin, approaching quietly. Then he glanced back at Suri, remembering what he had to say before Jackson pranced off to retrieve Mae.

"I know you guys do more than your fair share. You see a lot of shit that can't be unseen. And none of you have to stay with us or… or… Really have to dirty your hands. You could have turned us in. There's plenty of other paths you could have taken but you guys didn't… Now, I don't know why you chose us - this family, this life… But I'm grateful and forever indebted. Daniel you, you really went above and beyond tonight. Martin…"

Cole looked over Martin, something directly from a horror film. Crimson smeared his attire and dried on the face of the gaping wound in his head. His glasses were missing along with his generally tranquility.

"Your glasses, man. Ah, shit," Cole retrieved his wallet.