January 9

Who: Eris and Jakob
Where: The waterfront
When: Late night

It was late, and Eris was displeased with having to call Jackson back since he wasn't in when she'd made the call in the first place. Considering her continued freedom might well depend on her delivering information to the fucking boyscout, the least he could do was be in when she called. But alas, no. She'd left a message that his personal angel would be calling back later. Hopefully, that would mean he'd actually be bothered enough to be there.

Who: Cheyenne and Dutch
Where: The Hill Street Theatre
When: Night

who: ki and lily
where: the park
when: afternoon

It was still not very nice outside. Ki had wandered to the park with her brightly colored umbrella, following the instructions of the strange note she'd woken up to. It had been tacked to the inside of her door, and no one seemed to know what it was all about. After much debate, she'd been allowed to go, though under strict orders not to do anything or say anything that could be traced back to her 'employer'.

Really, Ki thought they were expecting her not to come back, so she'd taken a little insurance with her. It was tucked into the pocket of her coat as she walked, spinning her umbrella to make the rain fly off in a spiral pattern. She looked up at the creepy statue of the founder of the city...the guy no one could remember the name of. Now all she had to do was find an X. Because according to her note, X marked the spot.

Who: Angelo and Lenore
Where: One More Round
When: Late

Who: Jackson & Danny
Where: Police Station
When: Morning

Who: Jesse and Helena
When: Early Evening
Where: The Rock Bottom

Helena found herself at the Rock Bottom again. She'd been there for the grand opening but hadn't found out any information. That was why she had decided to come again, at a time where it wasn't quite so busy. Though, she wasn't sure what she'd gain. As far as she was concerned proper women didn't loaf around in bars, sipping on Sherry and interloping mob activity.

who: brett and eris
where: brett's apartment
when: late night
warning: nsfw

Eris had taken a bit of a walk when she got done speaking with Jackson. She was unsettled, paranoid, and flat out uncomfortable. In her apartment she felt antsy, and she tried laying down, but that really didn't much work out for her. So, in the end, she got up, and rifled through her things until she found a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. She could really only assume it was Brett's since he'd claimed she had his number.

Who: Danny and Jakob
Where: streets
When: very early

Who: Jackson & Eris
Where: One More Round
When: Night

Who: Brett and Jessie
Where: An alleyway near the Kitten Club
When: Late afternoon

The day had started badly. It always did when he had those fucking dreams. More so because he'd woken to the sound of someone hammering on his door. The messenger had stayed long enough after Brett had wrenched open the door and caught the fist flying towards his chest now that the door had disappeared mid-knock in his fist to tell him that he had to be at the docks by ten, then he was to be at the Kitten Club by midday. he'd still been shaking off the remnants of the dream as he got dressed, as he'd reached into his pocket and pulled out the paper he found there - Jackson's number on one side. Helena's details on the other. He didn't know what, if anything, he was going to do about either of them, so in the end he'd just dropped it onto the kitchen table before leaving.

That had been this morning, and the world had changed again. The Kitten Club had been pretty empty when the news came in. Nothing official, nothing through the papers or the police, but questions had been asked and news spread like wildfire, unofficially. Stella - he'd known her, she'd worked here. And these were his girls - though he would never, ever admit that aloud. They were part of his job, one of his jobs. Possibly his favourite job. It wasn't much, being a bouncer, but it kept them safe and it was something that wasn't the rest of his jobs. It was one of the only strictly legal jobs he had.

Only, she was dead now - and, sure, it wasn't on his watch, but she was still dead. He'd played it cool when he'd found out, the usual wall up in place, that blank look he'd perfected. He'd waited until his break to leave, go for a walk - get some air. He really needed some air.

'Air' ended up being a random alley - he'd walked for a little bit, not long, before he'd ended up leant against a wall, taking some deep breaths, trying to get it together again. It wasn't fucking meant to go like this.

He was tired, as he sat on the porch. The days seemed longer - it seemed forever since the sun rose, and it was only just starting to set. His legs hurt and he was covered in dust and dirt. He was thirsty, but momma said that he had to stay sat on the porch until nightfall. She'd brought him a drink round midday, but she'd been off doing something else - something he figured was important, but he couldn't say, because momma told him that good little boys stayed on the porch and looked out for critters.