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Endless Cosmos
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Location: Michigan Avenue - Water Tower Place — Outfit Currently Playing: Baby It's Cold Outside
(It's a gigantic place, so.. I mean... use a general store like Hot Topic or anything you're familiar twith. It's got a Macy's, though, that's for sure. If I'm being too hyper realistic, though, tell me and I'll tone it down. I don't ever need exact specifications, just general things.)
The food court practically roared with chatter, a few shouting, and a ton of individuals piled and crapped in their seats. People in Chicago, they had no sense of modesty and the over-decoration of just this public area was testament to that. Honestly, Ezra was kind of surprised he didn't find any Halloween decorations hiding in the corner just waiting to be thrown onto every railing and food awning this place had. However he felt about all of the excitement of the Holiday seasons, that holiday spirit found its way into him in some form or other. He'd likely blame the adorable scale model replica of Chicago that served as the food court's center piece with it Chrysler Building lit up and dashed in fake snow. The pout on his features only proved that fact. How dare they with their mini people and the fantastic display of artsmanship. They even had someone getting shot in south South Side—how thoughtful.
Wait, no they didn't.
Ezra turned a glare on his sister sitting just beside him, her eyes glued on the display and her mouth slacked jawed in her typical jaded affair. Feeling his glare, she averted her attention toward him. "What?"
"I live in South Side and it's not as bad as people make it out to be," he grumbled, "The people are great, the food is great, the history is rich. So what if we have to plan commutes via a bunch of detours cause we happen to have a few gangs? You get that in every big city in every district that isn't run solely by a bunch of corporate moneybags."
"Our dad is a corporate money bag. You're gonna be a corporate money bag"
"Exactly and where does he live?"
Roxanne paused, her mouth open in reply but her eyes shooting up in thought. She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes in defeat, "Okay, you have a point. But still—"
"You know, Hyde Park's a pretty safe neighborhood," Dale chimed in, his mouth full of fries. Both Roxanne and Ezra made a show of rolling their eyes. He made a gesture with his finger, caked in cheese, "Or around about that place."
"Is this why you guys don't visit often? Cause you're all afraid of getting shot?" Ezra accused, narrowing his eyes.
Another roll of Roxanne's eyes graced his vision before she responded, "No, I just don't feel like wasting my time making sure your apartment is spotless the moment I step foot inside. You have a cat that sheds profusely, yet you have the gall to complain about the dander I leave on your sofas from my dog."
"Dogs are filthy animals and I'll have none of it. Hey! NO. Shhh! Sh. SHSH."
"Oh my God. I'm going to go do something useful with my time, like bask in the cold, macabre stares of the Hot Topic employees and listen to them rip a part my fashion sense. Because you Ruby Rhoding me and this," she gestured at the three of them, "is literally killing my brain cells; I might as well mercy kill the rest. Thank you. Bye," she huffed. In a flurry, she grabbed all the items on her person and stomped off in the wrong direction. She made a swift turn about and stomped the other way, her glare never leaving Ezra's face.
Meeting his glare, Dale merely stuffed another fry in his face. After a few blinks and the shiver of fear that ran through his spine, Dale stood with his now empty bucket of cheese fries and made for the nearest concession. "I'm just gonna get some more food," he called out, throwing Ezra a cheesy smile while he dumped his trash.
A sigh broke his lips and his fingers scrawled mindless pictures in the plastic table top. Having been entrusted with the money their father gave them, it was now entirely his responsibility to get their mother and stepfather a gift. What Lee probably meant for them to get was a pile of crappy, utterly awful things he knew their mother wouldn't like, but by handing it to their most responsible son, he knew better than to act so petty. Dale would have likely nabbed some highfalutin modern art piece, spending at least a small business on it. Roxanne, on the other hand, would have gladly done something vindictive in his stead. Not that she hated their mother, but their stepfather grated on her every last nerve with his new age thinking. Mindless slop for this century's hippy population to drudge up in order to make weed sound cooler than it actually was, was the term she coined for what she thought of him.
This year he'd have to get something for whatever the hell his stepfather celebrated, since it definitely wasn't a mainstream holiday, and Hannukah, since most of his family held strongly to the Jewish faith.
"It was just a matter of time before they legalized weed in order to tax the surge of new age wannabes," Ezra recited as he remembered that speech, snorting a laugh at the memories. She'd been half-drunk at one of their friend's Halloween parties. Fun times.
With everything in order and Dale busying himself with ordering Chinese food—how he managed to maintain such a healthy figure astounded him—Ezra was left to his own devices. He stood and gathered what things he had on his person, managing to secure his wallet and beanie in his back pocket before shoving his overcoat on—a big, hefty wool jacket with large buttons on the front that was a stark black. He let the scarf hang loose and made sure to point in the direction he was going when he'd caught Dale's attention.
Moving through the crowds, he managed to pass the Hot Topic where his sister actually did exactly what she said she would. He could hear her yell clear across the store, "It's pronounced Versace you ingrate; I got this at Target!" It was in that moment that he'd turned his attention away from where he was a going and walked straight into the nearest individual headlong.
"Oh shit dicks," he spurted, nearly tumbling forward, but in regaining his balance he leaned to grab the figure and hall them up on their feet. "Oh God, I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?"
Wait, no they didn't.
Ezra turned a glare on his sister sitting just beside him, her eyes glued on the display and her mouth slacked jawed in her typical jaded affair. Feeling his glare, she averted her attention toward him. "What?"
"I live in South Side and it's not as bad as people make it out to be," he grumbled, "The people are great, the food is great, the history is rich. So what if we have to plan commutes via a bunch of detours cause we happen to have a few gangs? You get that in every big city in every district that isn't run solely by a bunch of corporate moneybags."
"Our dad is a corporate money bag. You're gonna be a corporate money bag"
"Exactly and where does he live?"
Roxanne paused, her mouth open in reply but her eyes shooting up in thought. She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes in defeat, "Okay, you have a point. But still—"
"You know, Hyde Park's a pretty safe neighborhood," Dale chimed in, his mouth full of fries. Both Roxanne and Ezra made a show of rolling their eyes. He made a gesture with his finger, caked in cheese, "Or around about that place."
"Is this why you guys don't visit often? Cause you're all afraid of getting shot?" Ezra accused, narrowing his eyes.
Another roll of Roxanne's eyes graced his vision before she responded, "No, I just don't feel like wasting my time making sure your apartment is spotless the moment I step foot inside. You have a cat that sheds profusely, yet you have the gall to complain about the dander I leave on your sofas from my dog."
"Dogs are filthy animals and I'll have none of it. Hey! NO. Shhh! Sh. SHSH."
"Oh my God. I'm going to go do something useful with my time, like bask in the cold, macabre stares of the Hot Topic employees and listen to them rip a part my fashion sense. Because you Ruby Rhoding me and this," she gestured at the three of them, "is literally killing my brain cells; I might as well mercy kill the rest. Thank you. Bye," she huffed. In a flurry, she grabbed all the items on her person and stomped off in the wrong direction. She made a swift turn about and stomped the other way, her glare never leaving Ezra's face.
Meeting his glare, Dale merely stuffed another fry in his face. After a few blinks and the shiver of fear that ran through his spine, Dale stood with his now empty bucket of cheese fries and made for the nearest concession. "I'm just gonna get some more food," he called out, throwing Ezra a cheesy smile while he dumped his trash.
A sigh broke his lips and his fingers scrawled mindless pictures in the plastic table top. Having been entrusted with the money their father gave them, it was now entirely his responsibility to get their mother and stepfather a gift. What Lee probably meant for them to get was a pile of crappy, utterly awful things he knew their mother wouldn't like, but by handing it to their most responsible son, he knew better than to act so petty. Dale would have likely nabbed some highfalutin modern art piece, spending at least a small business on it. Roxanne, on the other hand, would have gladly done something vindictive in his stead. Not that she hated their mother, but their stepfather grated on her every last nerve with his new age thinking. Mindless slop for this century's hippy population to drudge up in order to make weed sound cooler than it actually was, was the term she coined for what she thought of him.
This year he'd have to get something for whatever the hell his stepfather celebrated, since it definitely wasn't a mainstream holiday, and Hannukah, since most of his family held strongly to the Jewish faith.
"It was just a matter of time before they legalized weed in order to tax the surge of new age wannabes," Ezra recited as he remembered that speech, snorting a laugh at the memories. She'd been half-drunk at one of their friend's Halloween parties. Fun times.
With everything in order and Dale busying himself with ordering Chinese food—how he managed to maintain such a healthy figure astounded him—Ezra was left to his own devices. He stood and gathered what things he had on his person, managing to secure his wallet and beanie in his back pocket before shoving his overcoat on—a big, hefty wool jacket with large buttons on the front that was a stark black. He let the scarf hang loose and made sure to point in the direction he was going when he'd caught Dale's attention.
Moving through the crowds, he managed to pass the Hot Topic where his sister actually did exactly what she said she would. He could hear her yell clear across the store, "It's pronounced Versace you ingrate; I got this at Target!" It was in that moment that he'd turned his attention away from where he was a going and walked straight into the nearest individual headlong.
"Oh shit dicks," he spurted, nearly tumbling forward, but in regaining his balance he leaned to grab the figure and hall them up on their feet. "Oh God, I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?"
(To give at least one person an opening for interaction.)
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