jackieestacado: (Scowl)
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Who: Jackie Estacado
What: Going back.
When: Sometime after the Strangfate event
Where: Gotham City
Interactions: Open
Warnings: Language.

Jackie hadn't been feeling himself, not since the whole...whatever the fuck. People he knew, or thought he knew, just ...change. Or ceased to be altogether. He didn't know which was worse.

He was walking along the loading dock, hoping to reclaim some normalcy, some familiarity...something, anything... With any luck he could get back his property from the GCPD and reopen his club. He bought it fair and square, completely legit and if it wasn't for that fucking psycho's bomb threat it would be business as usual.

He stopped walking and stared at the empty paved lot that was in place of where his casino used to be.

It wasn't just quarantined by yellow police tape. It was gone, like it never existed at all.

"Aw, what the FUCK!?"

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Date: 2013-01-25 02:38 am (UTC)
zephyr_rose: (Rose: Profile)
From: [personal profile] zephyr_rose
The street had been relatively quiet as Rose made her way from the hotel she'd been staying at to the store where she did her shopping. That silence and the tumultuous thoughts that came along was ended all too abruptly with a sudden outburst of cursing by a man she hadn't even noticed. He was staring at a vacant lot and seemed to be upset so Rose being who she was had to stop mid trek.

"Are you alright sir? Somethin' wrong?" All that time alive and she still couldn't shake the tinge of her Irish heritage from her voice.

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Date: 2013-01-26 06:42 am (UTC)
zephyr_rose: (Default)
From: [personal profile] zephyr_rose
"What...a building?" She furrowed her brow for a moment looking out at the empty lot along with him. Maybe he was a meta human? Someone ageless? "I don't think there's been anything on that lot for half a century at least Sir". The woman commented at last, brushing some errant strands of red hair behind her ear as the wind picked up. It always seemed to pick up around her when she stopped to pay attention.