Character(s): Angel and Faith Day: Day 2 Time of Day: Evening Location: The Forest Rating: G? Status: Complete
Angel groaned, his chest hurting from the fall as he lay face down on what appeared to be forest floor. There were leaves strewn all over him from the fall, and broken branches to mark the angle of his fall. Why can't those damn demons leave him alone for one night. Just one. Stupid. Night. If this was another dimension that he'd been sent to, there definitely would be imps or vampires or uglies of some sort that were going to be after him.
Rolling onto his back, Angel groaned again when he realised what he was wearing. Dressed in the embarrassing set of bright rubber ducky boxers that had somehow made its way into his suitcase and nothing else, he was in a pretty stupid situation. If anyone was after him, he hoped they had some form of rubber duck or yellow phobia.
"You'd think they might have at least let me put on my pants first," he muttered to himself as he stood, cracking his stiff shoulders and back from where he had fallen. He could almost hear the deranged power that had warped him this time, dropping him off a couple of hundred feet in the air.
If Angel had been human, he'd be dead. And that fact sobered him up to the possibility that someone else still wanted him dead.