“You mind your yard, don’t ask who’s pulling up to the curb, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll see tomorrow with all your teeth.”
On Chicago’s Southwest Side, West Lawn sits between the thrum of Midway Airport and the creeping sprawl of Garfield Ridge. In 1953, it's a neighborhood of new mortgages, union jobs, and quiet calculation. The streets are mostly white—Polish, Irish, and Italian families with tidy porches and strict expectations. The kind of place where your surname matters, your parish matters more, and your enemies are never forgotten.
West Lawn doesn’t shout. It watches. While city boys whistle past the graveyard of old Outfit wars, Curly and the ICB built something quieter: a middleweight empire wrapped in T-bone steaks, concrete pours, and cash-stuffed envelopes. The Veil here flickers low but constant—more psychic static than rupture. Shadows linger longer than they should, and dogs sometimes bark at nothing behind chain-link fences.
The ICB runs multiple fronts here, including the VIP Room, car lots, and hauling companies.
Outfit ties in construction unions have begun to encroach, creating tension with Bagels' crew.
Reports of "time hiccups" near the alley behind St. Theresa’s have been quietly covered up.
Neighbors note odd blue lights flickering in the garage windows of three seemingly normal homes.
West Lawn is often used for drop-offs and clandestine sit-downs—out of sight, close to the airport.
A ghost dog has been seen roaming near the Midway storage yards—silent, massive, and always watching.
Neighborhoods
Midway Flats
Closest to the airport, this neighborhood smells like kerosene and ambition. Warehouses, modest homes, and corner taverns fill the landscape. You’ll find the VIP Room tucked in near Cicero, where the ICB holds court in velvet booths and locked basement doors. Locals know to keep their distance when the black sedans line the alley out back.Holy Cross Hill
Built around its namesake parish, this area is tighter than a priest’s collar. Parochial schools, barbershops, and ethnic groceries define the blocks. But behind the altar boys and pancake breakfasts, rumors swirl about a Veil breach beneath the old crypt. A few nuns left without warning last spring. Nobody asked why.Notes
Respectable on the surface, ruthless underneath. West Lawn plays quiet, but it’s where the veils of civility, crime, and the supernatural all rub raw.
| Wealth | |
| Security & Safety | |
| Criminal Influence | |
| Occult Influence |
| Polish American | 42% |
| Irish American | 30% |
| Italian American | 18% |
| Other | 10% |
| South Side |
| Southwest Side |
Locations
The VIP Room – Mid-tier gentleman’s club and ICB headquarters near the airport.St. Theresa of the Veil – A quiet parish with a crypt that’s older than its foundation.
Turano’s Hauling Yard – Outfit-affiliated sanitation yard where trucks never stop rolling.
Rosko’s Deli & Package Liquor – Neighborhood hub, Outfit message drop, and Veil-protected cooler.
Lincoln Service Station – Grease monkeys, numbers runners, and a gas pump that always runs hot.
Gracie’s Polish Kitchen – The food’s great. The warded kitchen door in back? Nobody talks about that. Midway Flats:
The VIP Room – Gentleman’s club and social hub for ICB’s upper crust.
Checker Bill’s Auto & Scrap – Chop shop, fence point, and place to disappear a body or a car.
Turano’s Hauling Yard – Outfit front with Veil-warded salt piles that never melt.
Elwood Storage Lot – Abandoned freight lot with rumored Veil “echoes.”
Blue Tracks Alley – Locals swear you can see yourself from another time here.
Midway Utility Substation B – Arcane sigils etched in rusted metal by someone—or something—unknown. Holy Cross Hill:
St. Theresa’s Crypt – Sealed. Rumored Veil breach. Sometimes hums at night.
Kelly’s Tavern – Cop bar, Outfit watering hole, and one bad word away from a barfight.
Gordie’s Barber Shop – Shave, a cut, and if you know the phrase, a job offer.
Our Lady’s Garden Wall – Old memorial site now tied to minor Veil spikes.
Marcy’s Dress Shop (Closed) – Still has a lit window and a shadow that moves on its own.
The Rope Tree – No one knows the story, but every kid in the neighborhood knows not to touch it.
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