open log;
WHO: slipperysoul and YOU?
WHERE: the city streets, abandoned buildings, DARK ALLEYS
WHEN: after sundown tonight, until sunup
WARNINGS:none? idk? if something comes up this will be changed
SUMMARY: Angel's lookin' for a different place to live, come bother him
FORMAT: actionspam, but if you'd rather do prose go for it.
note; Angel's just wandering around everywhere, so feel free to set the scene to your liking, as well as the time of the night.
[ There was no way he was staying in the MAC. Not only because of its residents, of which there was one in particular he didn't exactly want to be neighbors to, but because he didn't like the idea of being handed over money to pay to live in a place he hadn't wanted to live in the first place. He'd been kidnapped, sent to another dimension, and there was free housing?
Color him suspicious.
So as soon as the sun went down, he went on the hunt. For some place to stay that felt more like home than the dingy MAC apartments. Not that he cared that they were dingy, he didn't- but they weren't for him, and he doubted he was going to get an actual job soon enough to be able to pay for one of his own.
Slowly making his way to the far corners of the city, stopping in abandoned buildings whenever they stood out to him, Angel was on a quest to find something that he could make for himself. A makeshift home to carve himself into, in a place nobody would care if he took for his own benefit. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find another Hyperion, or at the very least somewhere nobody would think to look twice. Somehow he doubted it, but like hell he wasn't going to try and find something. ]
WHERE: the city streets, abandoned buildings, DARK ALLEYS
WHEN: after sundown tonight, until sunup
WARNINGS:none? idk? if something comes up this will be changed
SUMMARY: Angel's lookin' for a different place to live, come bother him
FORMAT: actionspam, but if you'd rather do prose go for it.
note; Angel's just wandering around everywhere, so feel free to set the scene to your liking, as well as the time of the night.
[ There was no way he was staying in the MAC. Not only because of its residents, of which there was one in particular he didn't exactly want to be neighbors to, but because he didn't like the idea of being handed over money to pay to live in a place he hadn't wanted to live in the first place. He'd been kidnapped, sent to another dimension, and there was free housing?
Color him suspicious.
So as soon as the sun went down, he went on the hunt. For some place to stay that felt more like home than the dingy MAC apartments. Not that he cared that they were dingy, he didn't- but they weren't for him, and he doubted he was going to get an actual job soon enough to be able to pay for one of his own.
Slowly making his way to the far corners of the city, stopping in abandoned buildings whenever they stood out to him, Angel was on a quest to find something that he could make for himself. A makeshift home to carve himself into, in a place nobody would care if he took for his own benefit. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find another Hyperion, or at the very least somewhere nobody would think to look twice. Somehow he doubted it, but like hell he wasn't going to try and find something. ]