Sergeant Angel here.

Last night, I made a request for people going to find food in a group. Several people replied...Miss Cassie, Mister Sutcliff [[about to barf, thanks]], Agent Bonham, Detective Tohru, Ishida Uryuu, and I may be missing someone else, forgive me. Lack of sleep ( Read more... )

Officer Bennett and myself made it to the police station with little to no injuries acquired. The monsters out at night are definitely not as formidable as I was led to believe, but they are still not to be confronted without any sort of weapon. Between us there were only kitchen knives, however ( Read more... )

[[Remember that Brit, the one with the authoritative voice? He's baaaackkk~ And he has a kitchen knife. And an agenda. And is generally grumpy.]]Miss Cassie and I were going to see if we couldn't find some sort of convenience store or a grocery store around here in order to bring back food. The kitchen is painfully empty. There's safety in numbers ( Read more... )

[[The voice is confused, angry, and it starts off with a short, muffled, completely Latin prayer for those who can recognize the language.]]

Is this because of another problem with the fireplace? I can’t recall…where am I? Beata Maria, where have you placed me? The fog, the ruin…whenever did I disobey your orders to deserve this…this…this ( Read more... )

Those without faith will be the first to die.

JA

[Two Brits in one night, what are the odds?]

Hmph. This most certainly is not London! All this fog and dust. Terrible! This bed is far from the quality a lady like myself is used to. The mattress is much too hard and the decor is deplorable. So many dull colors!

As it were, I am quite unsure of how I came to be in this...place. I found this strange ( Read more... )