2:28 am, early September. [Rp call for @crowsinthecornfield]
Thea finds herself (not so quietly) climbing into Jon's apartment. Alex's split and jagged metal cane in hand. Her eyes are *blown*, even in the dark. She doesn't even bother looking for him, simply calling for the poor bastard.
“Jonny boy~... Come out, Come out, where ever you are~...” She croons.














