Had it, then lost it...

[jackieestacado]

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!?"

Comments

[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.