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Tweak says, "Jacob put your shirt on."

ＡＮＧＥＬ (shanshu) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-10-10 04:15:00

Entry tags:

!closed, angel, cordelia chase

WHO; Angel & Cordelia Chase
WHERE; Building C, room #401
WHEN; daytime, backdated to shortly after Angel's arrival
RATING; TBA

Sunlight. He had pulled the curtains closed in the main room the moment he'd seen the light start to peek up over the other buildings. Thankfully he'd gotten inside the apartment he was assigned to before the sun had rose, having conveniently arrived at night. Whoever brought him here wanted him as alive as the undead could get, it seemed. For now, he wouldn't question it too much, for he was all too happy to be spared the fate of becoming a pile of dust on the street for some newcomer to step in when they came stumbling out of the library per the armored guard's so-called assistance.

What did bother him about this place was the clashing timelines. He still wasn't sure what to think about the version of Buffy that was here being from a point in time when she was was with him. Angel hadn't been with Buffy in years and though he'd be lying if he didn't say that he'd contemplated what it would be like to pick all that back up again, it wasn't the right Buffy -- and, more importantly, he didn't feel the urge to do so. It was something he'd left behind, something that ranked pretty low on his list of priorities in recent years and something he only made a fuss over due to this irrational need to constantly compete with Spike.

For now, he would simply do his best to avoid being in contact with her until he figured out what to say to her...something that was only made more difficult a task after he'd promised Dawn he'd talk to Buffy about being her sister, knowing that Buffy would more than likely trust his word. Not a day here and he was already knee-deep in quite the dilemma.

Tossing his jacket onto a chair and working the tie he'd had on, as he was yanked straight from a day at the office, and discarding that, too, Angel plopped down on the coach. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands. Whatever there was that could be done in this place would have to be put on hold, as the sun was out, but at least he had good company until it was dark out.

Very good company.

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shanshu
2009-10-20 07:33 pm UTC (link)

The Gentlemen? Angel had left Sunnydale by the time such had occurred, but he was familiar with them. He'd read about them somewhere, sometime ago. With as much researching he and his team had done over the years, on top of what Angel had known prior to the move to LA, it wasn't too surprising that they'd heard of them. Maybe if he'd been here, he would've been able to help out with that -- but if whoever or whatever was in charge of this place was regulating the traffic of people coming in and out with reason, he'd held back the people who could've made a difference on purpose.

Clever.

"Downtime?" He laughed, despite the implications. "Yeah. We didn't see much of that, did we? Always fight after fight after apocalypse. Guess we do deserve a little vacation."

Not that he felt very deserving at the moment, but he was doing his best not to beat himself up over the Wolfram & Hart take over decision. She'd helped him realize that, he thought with a smile -- only for that smile to falter.

"He did. Not really sure what to think about that, to be honest."

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