Doyle's House, Late Wednesday Night, Abaddon
It had been a quiet night at the traingle, and Doyle had been happy to get out of there after it closed, to make his way home. He'd been restless as of late, and he took his time getting home, wandering through the city streets, always so different at this hour. It was taking time, but he was adjusting to being here, in a city again, and these late night wanderings usually helping to settle him.
Tonight it hadn't helped, leaving him feel more restless then when he started, as if being surrounded by all of this steel was contrary to his very nature. It resonated through him strongly as he entered his house, dark, but not bothering to turn on the lights. The dark made him comfortable, relax somewhat. Too many things going on here, too many people he found himself worried about, drawn too. The witch with her demons attacking her and CJ with her possession... Then Lee... He lay back on the couch and tried not to think for a while, to relax and shed some of his restlessness. He doubted it would work.
((OOC: For flewtoohigh. I've hadwaveyed the triangle being open tonight, should you want me to open it, let me know...))
Tonight it hadn't helped, leaving him feel more restless then when he started, as if being surrounded by all of this steel was contrary to his very nature. It resonated through him strongly as he entered his house, dark, but not bothering to turn on the lights. The dark made him comfortable, relax somewhat. Too many things going on here, too many people he found himself worried about, drawn too. The witch with her demons attacking her and CJ with her possession... Then Lee... He lay back on the couch and tried not to think for a while, to relax and shed some of his restlessness. He doubted it would work.
((OOC: For flewtoohigh. I've hadwaveyed the triangle being open tonight, should you want me to open it, let me know...))