Who:
selfmadehero and
ofthespireWhere: The church
When: Saturday, February 19, around 5am
Rating: PG
Summary: It's surprisingly difficult to sneak up on the Angel of Death.
the log:
He had told her that if she ever needed a place to spend the night, she could come to the church. It was a little cliche, sure, but after almost a week of moving around from place to place looking for anywhere that might be safe that she could sleep, Stephanie figured it was time to take the angel Azrael up on his offer.
It was easy enough to sneak into the place, with all the holes. She hoped what few supplies she could gather out on patrol were helping. Either way, she made her way up into the rafters, searching for the angel himself. If he was asleep, she could look for a hubby hole to hide away in, but if not it would be very comforting to know there was a lookout. She'd only been here a few days, but already she was feeling homesick and lonely. This stupid plan to keep her secret identity under wraps was just about to drive her up the wall.