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Aug. 9th, 2008


Hot babes and Johnny Walker

Dean decided to go with a plain black tee-shirt, his favorite red shirt and his leather jacket that was once his father and a pair of jeans before heading out the door. At least the jeans didn't have rips in the knees, worn from use cause rarely did he go out and buy clothing being he hardly had money as it was.

After having been given direction, Dean headed out to Angela's apartment. At least he had told her what to look for and well, this was gonna be something relaxing for a change. And it wasn't long before he pulled up, hoping he wouldn't have to honk his horn.

Given an excuse to dress up, Angela took it. She fixed her hair, letting the long brown curls fall around her shoulder, applying a bit of makeup, and slipped on a top that definitely showed off 'the girls'. A pair of jeans and flats completed the ensemble and she grabbed her purse to watch for him at the window.

When she saw the Impala pull up she smiled to herself. A nice car wasn't necessary, but always a plus. She headed down to meet him.

Dean had the music up loud, cranking out an AC/DC song that he was singing along to when he saw a door open and Angela emerge from her building. He quirked an eyebrow at her. A smile spread across his lips before he turned the radio down and climbed out, moving around to open the door for her.

"Angela? Dean," He introduced himself. And of course he checked out the girls as he bent to open the door.

"Nice to meet you, Dean." She smiled, slipping into the car as he held the door open for her. She admired the interior as much as the exterior of the Impala, and truth be told, Dean wasn't so bad to look at himself.

"So, where are we going? I have to admit, I don't know much about the nightlife around here." She shrugged.

Dean noted how she checked out his car. At least she didn't complain it wasn't something not so up to date. That was a bonus. "Oh, I spotted this bar that looked good. Looked clean," even though he usually hung out in dives. "TVs, some pool tables, loud music," he informed her as he started his baby and was pulling away from the curve.

Jul. 26th, 2008


MM 12 [Angela]

There aren't many hints as to the state of those in The City these past few days. No clues as to if the panic has risen, or if people have just stopped caring. My guess is that everybody is too afraid to come outside now that so many have died. But I could be wrong.

The most dangerous ones have been picked off one by one. There are a few more out there, but their time will come, and enough of them are out of the way now that I have very little to worry about.

Not that worry has been on my mind.

I watched as the pretty little scientist worked. I watched as she went about her day as if nothing was going on in the outside world to be concerned with. If any of the police came to her, she would be able to help them out. This I know.

Perhaps that's why I sat with glee as I waited for her, knowing that soon enough there wouldn't be anybody with her skills for the police to turn to. They'd have to find some other way, if they were even looking.

It's a dark alley I wait in, one I know she's going to pass by, because this is The City's will, and The City will bring her to me.

Jun. 29th, 2008


Two Please [open]

"Listen," Jack said to his Cher doll, cradling it in his hands, "If they won't take us as a party of two then we'll just leave." It was a strange quirk of his, using the Cher doll and treating it as if it were real. But it was real to Jack, who venerated Cher as supreme deity in his own little world. It wasn't that people weren't taking the doll seriously that was bothering him. It was that the staff at the restaurant were refusing to acknowledge him as a party of two.

Cher Doll had to have her own chair and that was that. It didn't matter that she wouldn't be actually dining at the establishment.

That was completely irrelevant.

"I said a party of two, thankyouverymuch."

May. 2nd, 2008


All who wander are pretty much lost [open to: Brennan]

Angela didn't think it was possible to get lost as she walked from the market on the corner, back to her apartment. Then again, knowing her luck, she would get lost when she was already late to start dinner. Hodgins was probably on his way over by now, and dammit she wanted to have everything in the oven and on the stove when he arrived. Okay, so maybe that was a little too Susie Homemaker, but a girl could still be a fiercely independent woman and enjoy cooking for her man. Plus, the look on his face would be priceless.

Somehow it didn't seem like she'd get to see that look after all. She had absolutely no idea where she was. Not just turned around or on the wrong street. She was the 'Toto I don't think we're in Kansas anymore' kind of lost. Uh oh.