WHO: Angel & Claire Littleton WHAT: arriving back in LA WHEN: March 6th, afternoon WHERE: the hotel RATING: TBA STATUS: in progress...
The mission the powers had sent him on had been a little more than ridiculous. Then again, most things the powers deemed necessary seemed that way to him, at least lately. They seemed to enjoy leading him around in circles, looping him about around and around, instead of sending him directly towards the answers he needed. And now that he held the answer to ending this cycle of darkness in his hands, he felt foolish for not seeing the solution before. He'd seen it before, been near it, and yet it hadn't occurred to him that it might hold the key to shedding light on Los Angeles once more. Still, why the powers sent him tracking across Eastern Europe and most of Asia boggled his mind. If had gotten to the thing sooner, LA wouldn't still be shrouded in darkness.
He felt a bit ridiculous, walking through the streets of LA wearing clothing that was clearly Asian, the black fabric contrasting greatly against his pale skin, but one of the trials he'd encountered in China prior to locating what he needed forced him to take the clothes offered to him--and thank God a group of farmers had done just that. Carrying out a mission stark naked was not something Angel wanted to do. Ever. He still donned the outfit due his insistence on getting back to California...he hadn't had time to change, especially since he spent far too much time bickering with a flight attendant in Beijing who tried desperately to convince him he did not want to go to Los Angeles--which was apparently now dubbed "the city of darkness."
Fitting, ironically enough.
Not wanting to risk being spotted by anyone from Wolfram & Hart or any other evil organization that could've taken root in the city during his prolonged absence, Angel took the sewers back to the hotel. The object he'd retrieved was resting soundly in a bag slung over his side as he climbed the latter that led into the basement. He breathed an unnecessary sigh of relief once his feet connected with the concrete of the building he'd called home. He'd been gone for far too long.
Angel ran a hand through his hair and made his way up the stairs, pushing the door open and scanning the lobby with his eyes, probing for signs of life.
Well, at least the place wasn't in shambles.
He stepped out further into the lobby, finding it a bit odd that no one seemed to be around.