Description - Exterior

A narrow two-story brick building on just off Garfield Blvd. west of Sherman park, the kind you walk past a hundred times and never notice—until you do. The faded Rosie’s Diner sign buzzes in and out, a flickering promise of food and anonymity. Second-story windows are blacked out with newspaper and duct tape. A fire escape rattles when no one’s on it. Some nights, you hear music upstairs. Some nights, you don’t hear anything at all.  

Description - Interior

Ground Floor: Rosie’s Diner Checkerboard tile, cracked red booths, and a counter lined with chipped mugs and half-heard stories. Rosie still works the grill—either too tough or too scared to leave. Locals still eat here, but they don’t ask questions. A jukebox near the kitchen always skips on track seven, and the ceiling fan clicks like a clock running down.   Second Floor: The Trap Smells of smoke, bleach, and old sweat. Single hallway, on one side is storage and a utility closet. On the other is a non-descript apartment with a few rooms. One’s been converted into a crash pad, the kitchen into a cutting room, and the last two switch between storage, sleep, or score drops. There’s Veil residue in the walls—Jake used something unnatural to keep the place "calm." It didn’t work. It lingers.  

History

Jake the Snake ran his trade out of here for years—uppers, downers, poisons, Veil highs. The Sinners took it in a blood-soaked push, leaving Jake dead and the upper floor scorched. Now it’s theirs. Some say the walls still whisper his name.  

Owned By

The Southside Sinners, officially claimed as turf after the Jake the Snake takeover. It’s a point of pride—and risk.  

Run By

TBD  

Employees

• Rosie – Diner cook. Keeps her head down. Nobody’s sure if she’s a hostage, a partner, or just numb.

 

Regulars

• Backyard Bulls who cut deals in the booths.
• Stockyard ghosts looking for heat, hurt, or high.
• Silent John watchers who think the statue across the street is “pointing” at the trap house.
• Crooked Horn kids peddling Veil-laced herbs through the diner’s back window.
• Runners from other crews, checking who owns the block now.
• Sinners themselves—grabbing food, doing business, or laying low after heat.

 

Notes

• There’s Veil taint in the attic—Jake hid something up there before he died. It hums when it rains.
• The second floor’s layout shifts subtly. Sometimes, the hallway turns left when it used to go right.
• Rosie keeps a shotgun behind the counter. She’s never used it, but her aim’s probably perfect.
• A rival crew tagged the alley wall behind the trap house. The Sinners haven’t responded—yet.
• If the diner ever closes for a full day, that’s the sign something’s really wrong.
• A perfect place for ambushes, shady deals, or watching the Sinners ascend—and make enemies doing it.