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Who: Lorne [Open, even people who don't live at the Hyperion]
What: Summer days
When: July 2nd, All day.
Where: Caritas Karaoke Bar & Grill, and the Hyperion Hotel.
Five floors of furnished apartments.
A gym, pool, hot tubs, sauna, garden, laundry room, three large halls that could combine to form one large ballroom and even a lounge.
And a popular karaoke Bar and Grill in the basement.
And atop this pillar of comfort stood a single green man with red horns and eyes in a light blue shirt and white slacks. He had a cup of coffee and was looking forlorn out over the city.
A massive crater was not two blocks away from his hotel. He'd come two blocks away from losing everything he had worked so hard to build.
He had lost two bars in his previous world. Once to a gang of Vampire and demon hunters and a second time to a sociopathic vampire hunter from the 18th century. After that he'd moved to the hotel strikingly similar to the Hyperion in the Digital World. His friend, confidant and person he blamed for the death of his previous bars owned it and was happy to give Lorne a new home.
And then they moved to the giant office building owned by Wolfram & Hart, attorney's for the supernatural. Those had been much more swank and plush surroundings but they came at a terrible cost.
Slowly but surely Angel and his friends, Lorne included, were losing themselves, becoming something they hated. For Lorne he became an eternally peppy sounding but all together cynical and dark humored cheerleader for the rest of his friends.
In the end, the last thing Angel had asked Lorne to do in an effort to take down a major ring of evil...was to kill a former enemy and at the time sort of ally. Lorne complied but only upon promising that he wouldn't be back to help them anymore.
It was the first human Lorne had killed a human, and the beginning of a long...long night.
Los Angeles went to hell that night, literally becoming part of the underworld and poor Lorne with it. His life spared only by being whisked away to the digital world.
Neon city was in shambles and for the moment in the rising morning sun, it was like a pale view of what could be. Hell seemed to be catching up to Lorne.
Taking a long slow sip of his coffee he mused to himself quietly, I'm still here...and the music is still playing.
What: Summer days
When: July 2nd, All day.
Where: Caritas Karaoke Bar & Grill, and the Hyperion Hotel.
Five floors of furnished apartments.
A gym, pool, hot tubs, sauna, garden, laundry room, three large halls that could combine to form one large ballroom and even a lounge.
And a popular karaoke Bar and Grill in the basement.
And atop this pillar of comfort stood a single green man with red horns and eyes in a light blue shirt and white slacks. He had a cup of coffee and was looking forlorn out over the city.
A massive crater was not two blocks away from his hotel. He'd come two blocks away from losing everything he had worked so hard to build.
He had lost two bars in his previous world. Once to a gang of Vampire and demon hunters and a second time to a sociopathic vampire hunter from the 18th century. After that he'd moved to the hotel strikingly similar to the Hyperion in the Digital World. His friend, confidant and person he blamed for the death of his previous bars owned it and was happy to give Lorne a new home.
And then they moved to the giant office building owned by Wolfram & Hart, attorney's for the supernatural. Those had been much more swank and plush surroundings but they came at a terrible cost.
Slowly but surely Angel and his friends, Lorne included, were losing themselves, becoming something they hated. For Lorne he became an eternally peppy sounding but all together cynical and dark humored cheerleader for the rest of his friends.
In the end, the last thing Angel had asked Lorne to do in an effort to take down a major ring of evil...was to kill a former enemy and at the time sort of ally. Lorne complied but only upon promising that he wouldn't be back to help them anymore.
It was the first human Lorne had killed a human, and the beginning of a long...long night.
Los Angeles went to hell that night, literally becoming part of the underworld and poor Lorne with it. His life spared only by being whisked away to the digital world.
Neon city was in shambles and for the moment in the rising morning sun, it was like a pale view of what could be. Hell seemed to be catching up to Lorne.
Taking a long slow sip of his coffee he mused to himself quietly, I'm still here...and the music is still playing.