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log; ongoing
When; March 25th, 8:00 PM
Rating; Uhhhhhhh. PG to PG-13?
Characters; Angel, Jamie Madrox (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crackwise), and Julio Richter (alittlecredit)
Summary; Angel has a job interview.
Log;
Moving after dark like this is frustrating. The City, as a whole, restricts him, reminding him of the limitations that he may not have in another situation. When it comes to Los Angeles, he knows the place better than the back of his hand, especially after the trials he’s faced in dealing with it in the past years of his life. It meant he could figure out movement even beneath the light of the sun (or avoiding it, as it had been). The City, however, does not afford him these same familiarities and opportunities. It doesn’t even provide him with the same pleasures as Wolfram & Hart once did; he doesn’t think it’s much of a trade off, either. There were people messing with him then, and there’s people—overpowered Deities—messing with him now. In his normal state of mind, he’d suggest that he and Wesley look up the literature regarding these circumstances and perform a quick way around it all.
But this isn’t a normal situation. After all, he doesn’t even have a job. Angel’s gone from Champion to peon, so to speak—and he can’t even prove how awesome he is by taming a dragon. (And proceeding to name it after an almost-ex-girlfriend.)
Still, he steps out of his humble abode all the same, feet hitting the pavement as he walks through the night. He can hear the ticking, the faint sound reminding him of the fact that time itself is constantly going by, despite being absolutely standstill here. As he passes by the occasional citizen, he allows for the sound to slip away, returning with a few more steps and an absence of a warm body. His mind wanders as he walks. There are still a few photographs sticking out of bushes, but he doesn’t allow curiosity to get the best of him. Maybe, somewhere in the City, there are a few pictures that someone has of him, tucked away for whatever purposes, but he hasn’t found them himself. And sure enough, another curse would care for that.
The lack of control is frustrating. The lack of direction is frustrating for Angel; indeed, that’s the worst part of all this. He has to get a job; he has to go through an interview, all to make himself less idle. And while he’s grateful for the opportunity, it’s frustrating all the same. He’s even good at ignoring someone messing with him constantly when he’s not idle. Angel hopes this will be a beneficial opportunity. Hell, he just hopes he doesn’t muck it up, which some bemused part of him lingers on. It’s a funny, unfamiliar feeling. Strangely, it’s not all that unwelcome.
Angel stops at Building 11, quieting his thoughts as he walks up to the door as Wesley indicated. He hopes that someone’s in there to invite him inside, or else this may prove to be a little awkward. After all, as far as he can see, this is still a residence, despite its business leanings. Hoping for the best, he knocks in the door a few times and then steps back, sliding his hands into his pockets and glancing to his left to observe the surroundings of the area under the later hours.
Rating; Uhhhhhhh. PG to PG-13?
Characters; Angel, Jamie Madrox (
crackwise), and Julio Richter (alittlecredit)Summary; Angel has a job interview.
Log;
Moving after dark like this is frustrating. The City, as a whole, restricts him, reminding him of the limitations that he may not have in another situation. When it comes to Los Angeles, he knows the place better than the back of his hand, especially after the trials he’s faced in dealing with it in the past years of his life. It meant he could figure out movement even beneath the light of the sun (or avoiding it, as it had been). The City, however, does not afford him these same familiarities and opportunities. It doesn’t even provide him with the same pleasures as Wolfram & Hart once did; he doesn’t think it’s much of a trade off, either. There were people messing with him then, and there’s people—overpowered Deities—messing with him now. In his normal state of mind, he’d suggest that he and Wesley look up the literature regarding these circumstances and perform a quick way around it all.
But this isn’t a normal situation. After all, he doesn’t even have a job. Angel’s gone from Champion to peon, so to speak—and he can’t even prove how awesome he is by taming a dragon. (And proceeding to name it after an almost-ex-girlfriend.)
Still, he steps out of his humble abode all the same, feet hitting the pavement as he walks through the night. He can hear the ticking, the faint sound reminding him of the fact that time itself is constantly going by, despite being absolutely standstill here. As he passes by the occasional citizen, he allows for the sound to slip away, returning with a few more steps and an absence of a warm body. His mind wanders as he walks. There are still a few photographs sticking out of bushes, but he doesn’t allow curiosity to get the best of him. Maybe, somewhere in the City, there are a few pictures that someone has of him, tucked away for whatever purposes, but he hasn’t found them himself. And sure enough, another curse would care for that.
The lack of control is frustrating. The lack of direction is frustrating for Angel; indeed, that’s the worst part of all this. He has to get a job; he has to go through an interview, all to make himself less idle. And while he’s grateful for the opportunity, it’s frustrating all the same. He’s even good at ignoring someone messing with him constantly when he’s not idle. Angel hopes this will be a beneficial opportunity. Hell, he just hopes he doesn’t muck it up, which some bemused part of him lingers on. It’s a funny, unfamiliar feeling. Strangely, it’s not all that unwelcome.
Angel stops at Building 11, quieting his thoughts as he walks up to the door as Wesley indicated. He hopes that someone’s in there to invite him inside, or else this may prove to be a little awkward. After all, as far as he can see, this is still a residence, despite its business leanings. Hoping for the best, he knocks in the door a few times and then steps back, sliding his hands into his pockets and glancing to his left to observe the surroundings of the area under the later hours.