Thread or AIM Log: Thread Open or Closed: Open to any Characters: Castus/Chase, Desire/Molly Setting: Santa Carla, sunset Content: TBD Summary: Unsure Warnings: None (yet)
Chase stood at the bus stop, a hand raised in farewell as the three humans drove off in the yellow hummer, his expression genuine as he smiled, glad that he could help them at least this much. The man, Alcide, seemed like the best sort of human and Chase wished them only the best as they drove off in the sunset. He thought it oddly reminiscent of the old Western movies and his smile turned into a grin. Maybe he would take a short break from saving the world and go back Upstairs for a while, and then he laughed because he knew he wouldn't be able to tear himself away from the Center for very long... Certainly not long enough to enjoy a movie.
Slinging his gun over his shoulder, Chase began the trek back to the dilapidated apartment building he had been camping out in, keeping an eye out for any undead lurking around, though this area seemed pretty clear... For now.
His foot caught on a piece of rubble and it was all Chase could do to keep from face-planting onto the sharp rocks and concrete and whatever else lay mixed in the random messes. He missed his wings a lot but was getting used to running around on two legs instead of floating, though his equilibrium did suck at times. His camo pants were dirty and faded, but not in the fashionable way that the humans had seemed so fond of, and his white shirt was torn along the back and smeared with so much dirt and dried blood that you almost couldn't tell it used to be white. He wore heavy duty work boots and his belt was weighed down with a large hunting knife, a rusty pair of gardening shears, and an old, beat up, dinosaur-like cell phone he used to keep in contact with his Big Boss while in human form.
Finally making it to the apartment building, Chase checked the doorway to make sure it hadn't been messed with before entering.