Who: Eve and Castiel What: Angels need to stick together? When: Night time, around 8:30 Where: On top of a sky scraper, business sector of LA Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete; I am so sorry this took so long. Finals are kicking my ass.
Since the other Angels had departed, Eve had been fairly quiet. She made sure Ben was safe, but mostly kept to her self. Yeah, she was slightly put out by Bart having seem to have left, he'd been the easiest one of the Angels to bond with. Not that she didn't like the others, but he was the closest to her personality wise. He wasn't afraid to drop the F Bomb six times in once sentence.
What was going on with everyone she was actually not sure of. Her main concern was supposed to be Ben, and she as doing her job. But everyone else? She wasn't sure. When she wasn't watching out for her charge, she was busy taking on demons when she could. Her sword had been getting a lot of exercise lately, the way it should be since this city was over run by demons who just wanted to do nothing good.
She was sitting on the edge of a sky scraper, her feet hanging over the edge of the building as she looked down, the drop so far any human wouldn't have a clue as to what was going on down there. She was dressed in a pure white sun dress, not noting or being the least bit affected by any cooler temperatures from this high up. A slight breeze caused her hair to keep blowing around her face and annoy the hell out of her. How long she'd been here, she didn't know. She was well past half a year of Angel duty, and she missed home. She missed Kristof, and the boat, and even the Fates who liked to harass the hell out of her. But she didn't know when she was going back.
So all she could do was continue to watch, and do what she could for the people that needed her. </center>