Hellmouth of LA
I half flew through the front doors into Wolfram & Hart bowling over god knows how many people on my way. Not like I was going to take the time to stop and fry in the rising sunlight to offer a polite 'oh pardon me'. Soon as I hit the lobby floor I half tripped over myself throwing my coat off of me and spinning around with a resounding, "AAAAAAAUGH!!!" Followed by the Mexican hat dance on my leather trench coat to extinguish the flame that'd begun to burn on it. Once that task was complete I panted to catch my breath.
"Someone really needs to devise a way to block out that sodded thing," I complained in reference to the big bright star which served as my mortal and undefeatable enemy. After taking a breath I reached down to pick my coat up off the floor and held it outward, presentable like... and stared right through a hole that'd burned through the leather. "Bugger the days I should've never woke up. This sodded luck won't end! What mirror did -I- break?" Sighing I returned the coat over my arms and pulled the collar straight upon my shoulders. A brief look around the lobby and my boots were headed toward the inner walls of the building.
I wasn't used to this sort of emptiness though it -was- only seven o'clock in the morning. I opened and stepped through the wooden double doors into Angel's office without knocking (pff.. like I need to?). "Angelcakes, you around?" I asked before even bothering to take a look around. "Bet you are. I can smell hair gel from the lobby."
"Someone really needs to devise a way to block out that sodded thing," I complained in reference to the big bright star which served as my mortal and undefeatable enemy. After taking a breath I reached down to pick my coat up off the floor and held it outward, presentable like... and stared right through a hole that'd burned through the leather. "Bugger the days I should've never woke up. This sodded luck won't end! What mirror did -I- break?" Sighing I returned the coat over my arms and pulled the collar straight upon my shoulders. A brief look around the lobby and my boots were headed toward the inner walls of the building.
I wasn't used to this sort of emptiness though it -was- only seven o'clock in the morning. I opened and stepped through the wooden double doors into Angel's office without knocking (pff.. like I need to?). "Angelcakes, you around?" I asked before even bothering to take a look around. "Bet you are. I can smell hair gel from the lobby."