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Tweak says, "I wanna hold your hand"

Claude Rains (disappearingact) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-23 12:53:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, angelus

WHO: Claude Rains & Angelus
WHAT: Claude Rains's Philosophy of Life: The World Hates You. Get Used To It.
WHERE: Colligo Streets
WHEN: Early Morning (pre-dawn)
RATING: PG-13 [for potential violence and grumpy old bastard language]
STATUS: In Progress

There wasn't much to do around here. Sure, there was recreations and entertainments and everything that there could possibly be to keep an idle mind busy, but for a man that had spent the best twenty years of his life being an agent, there wasn't much to do. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy having a break because he did. God, he did. He enjoyed having a break from the next to constant bag and tags and the elimination missions that he and Noah kept getting sent on since "they were the best." He knew that he shouldn't complain. It was his job, and nobody liked everything about where they worked. But Claude found himself liking less and less about what he was expected to do.

It didn't help that the more that he found about how the agent system worked, the more that he felt like the 'norms' were getting a better deal. They were saddled with a tracking device the second they were recruited. They weren't kept in files so extensive that the CIA would have trouble matching the info. And while they might have been expected to sacrifice their whole life to the job, they weren't watched like hawks for any sign of deviancy. It was like everyone in charge was just watching for the 'evos' to slip up so they could throw them into a cell.

He wasn't about to let himself get locked up like that.

But it wasn't like it mattered here. Reaching up and scratching at the tracking device that had been embedded in his neck for the last twenty years, Claude sighed. It wasn't like it did them any good now. Hard to say how far away they were from however long this things reached. Right now, the only things he could depend on in this city to save him were himself and Noah.

And Noah wasn't foolproof.

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shanshu
2009-07-26 02:57 pm UTC (link)

Angelus had done a good job of making it look like his antics were the work of others in the city while carefully maintaining Angel's precious good-doing identity. Nevermind that it made him sick to his stomach everytime he had to feign brooding to appease one of Angel's little friends that would be better off as a meal. It was pathetic and one of the things Angelus hated most about the poor little vampire with a soul that he'd been reduced to by those damn gypsies and Willow -- oh, but Willow was like him now. How he loved the irony in that. The one person who could put his soul back and turn him back into Angel was just like him. Interesting how fate had a way of playing into his hands like that.

"Early morning?" The vampire asked the poor man he'd fallen into step with on the streets in his best Angel voice with his best Angel face. He wasn't necessarily hungry -- the body he left in the alley that looked like it was torn up by a werewolf was proof of that if someone could actually prove he'd done it -- but that didn't mean he couldn't amuse himself.

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disappearingact
2009-07-26 03:10 pm UTC (link)

"Late night," Claude replied. Not that he'd been doing much other than walking, but when he had no outlet to release his pent up energy, no way to expel it, it was next to impossible for him to sleep. Walking allowed him to clear his head, organize his thoughts, and exhaust his body all at the same time. He might not sleep long when he got back to the apartment, but he'd sleep hard, and that was really what mattered in the long run.

It didn't really occur to Claude to question why the other man was out at this hour. Or why he'd bothered to approach him at all. Granted, Claude could have easily avoided everyone by staying invisible, but there seemed to be little point to that this early. And it wasn't as though he really wanted to avoid people, anyway. As crazy as this place was, the people here seemed like the all right sort. Certainly not the type of psychos that he'd had to deal with lately.

"This is a nice place, all things considered."

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shanshu
2009-07-26 03:20 pm UTC (link)

Pent up energy that made it impossible to sleep? Oh, the Scourge of Europe knew that all too well. It was a good friend of his, prickling up and down his spine, making his want to move and it impossible to sit still. Angelus was a very, very patient vampire. He'd tormented Buffy and her friends slowly enough to prove how patient he could be -- but that didn't mean he didn't get restless. He just knew how to cope with it better than most. He'd had over two hundred years to learn how, after all and he wasn't someone fresh from the grave. No, he was Angelus and he was back for good. He didn't care what made Angel loose that pesky soul of his, all that matter was that it was gone and he was here to stay.

"Aside from not being able to leave? Not that bad. Reminds me of Boston. Ever been?"

Idle conversation. A waste, but something he could do. Not like he didn't have a few lifetimes' worth of experience to draw from.

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disappearingact
2009-07-30 08:06 pm UTC (link)

"Unfortunately," Was Claude's reply. He didn't have too many fond memories of places. When a name of a town was said, the first thing that popped into his mind were the cases that he and Noah had had there. Pyrokinetic. Aura Absorber. Energy Manipulator. That last one had been the worst. Claude was never, ever getting near someone that could fire balls of pure energy from their hands again. Those things stung like a bitch. "At least it doesn't seem hampered by the same sort of problems."

Nope, there was a whole other bag of issues to deal with here. But there didn't seem to be any crime so far. Evidenced by him walking alone at this time of night for a few hours without being accosted. Yet.

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