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So here I am sittin' in this rotting jail cell. You'd think they'd make it a lil maore comfortable. I'm getting anxious. It's been days since I got wind of this feeling that I just couldn't shake. Maybe my slayer sanse wasn't working as well as I thought. I mean, this feeling was pretty positive, but maybe lack of the outside world is gettin' to me. I shook the feeling off for a while but it stayed in the back of my mind. I thought about it, and I decided I needed to get back and check on things myself. Yeah I know I'm supposed to be doin' this whole redemption thing, but hey a little fun now and then won't kill me or anyone else. Besides, I can always go back right? Just gonna be gettin' more jail time for breaking out but not liek I couldn't handle it. I may even be gettin' life anyway... Let's get this party started then.
I waited for a guard to open my cell door to take me to the yard for "daily" activities. As soon as he opened the lock I kicked the door and hit him, kocking him out. I put on his clothes and took his keys. very secret agent like, I walked out of the builiding and headed towards the gate when I heard a "Hey!," from behind me. Some other guards were on their way.
"Oh look, it's my farwell party." As they came I fought them, knocking them all to the floor, avoiding shots from their clubs. Once I had finally taken them all out, I didn't waste any time. I jumped the gate and ran hitch hiking for the ride. I knew L.A pretty well. I got into town, dodging some of the cops I saw patrolling.
I looked down at my outfit. "Oh no, this is all wrong." I was still in my jail uniform. I needed new threads. I walked into a local clothing store casually browsing and sticking clothes in my jump suit. I walked out unoticed. Took an alley, that way I wouldn't be caught. I got changed into jeans, a black tank top and a jean jacket. Wasn't like the feeling of leather, but they had security things on those and couldn't risk gettin' caught. Not again.
I grabbed a map out of my back pocket and looked it over. Last I heard from Angel's previous visits, he was staying in a place called the hyperion hotel. I shrugged and followed the map. About a half hour later I arrived at the enormous hotel.
"Angel's got pretty good tastes for an undead vampire." I walked inside. You know for a place like L.A. nobody seems to lock their doors anymore. I walked into the lobby looking around. "Sweet crib. Hey! Got a room for a wanted fugitive?" There was no answer. "Hello?" I walked to the front desk and rang the little bell. "Hello? Anybody home?" I looked around still not seeing anyone, so I waited.
(open to anyone who wants to greet Faith and sorry for me being non posty girl)
I waited for a guard to open my cell door to take me to the yard for "daily" activities. As soon as he opened the lock I kicked the door and hit him, kocking him out. I put on his clothes and took his keys. very secret agent like, I walked out of the builiding and headed towards the gate when I heard a "Hey!," from behind me. Some other guards were on their way.
"Oh look, it's my farwell party." As they came I fought them, knocking them all to the floor, avoiding shots from their clubs. Once I had finally taken them all out, I didn't waste any time. I jumped the gate and ran hitch hiking for the ride. I knew L.A pretty well. I got into town, dodging some of the cops I saw patrolling.
I looked down at my outfit. "Oh no, this is all wrong." I was still in my jail uniform. I needed new threads. I walked into a local clothing store casually browsing and sticking clothes in my jump suit. I walked out unoticed. Took an alley, that way I wouldn't be caught. I got changed into jeans, a black tank top and a jean jacket. Wasn't like the feeling of leather, but they had security things on those and couldn't risk gettin' caught. Not again.
I grabbed a map out of my back pocket and looked it over. Last I heard from Angel's previous visits, he was staying in a place called the hyperion hotel. I shrugged and followed the map. About a half hour later I arrived at the enormous hotel.
"Angel's got pretty good tastes for an undead vampire." I walked inside. You know for a place like L.A. nobody seems to lock their doors anymore. I walked into the lobby looking around. "Sweet crib. Hey! Got a room for a wanted fugitive?" There was no answer. "Hello?" I walked to the front desk and rang the little bell. "Hello? Anybody home?" I looked around still not seeing anyone, so I waited.
(open to anyone who wants to greet Faith and sorry for me being non posty girl)