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Tweak says, "Eat my shorts!"

anna, rogue angel (angelradio) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-02-19 12:57:00

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anna, open

Who: Anna and OTA (save Uriel, because...just no :P)
What: Angel snooping
When: Night time, around 9pm
Where: Inside a coffee shop
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

It had been a while since she had come across any dead angels. At least she hadn't found any more in Lawrence, but that didn't mean she had stopped looking for who was responsible. The problem was there weren't many people or things that could kill Angels. It wasn't an arch angel, it was too neat, an arch angel would have been more messy. The marks on the bodies suggested a weapon. A sword, but where was it, and who did it belong to? There were limited options to who would have one. She wasn't about to go knocking on any of her brothers door to see if they had killed anyone lately.

So she had to be more sneaky about it. Anna would assume it was a demon, it made the most sense.

The red headed Angel was leaning against a tree, across the street from a coffee shop. She didn't think any lower level demons would have a sword, but she had been ease dropping on a few, following any information she could. As she watched two demons walk out of the shop, she knew they weren't going to be useful.

Though there was a chance someone inside was. They could have been meeting someone of interest. Moving away from her leaning post, and fallen Angel made her way across the street, and toward the door, pulling it open and stepping inside.

The green eyes of her once mortal body scanned the crowed, looking for anyone of interest.

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silentstar
2010-02-19 08:17 pm UTC (link)

'Of interest' was only rarely the same thing as 'easy to spot', Star was more the latter, unless of course the person in question was a Terminator, then she was definitely the first.

She was easy to spot, even despite being as petite as she was, mostly due to the mass of curly hair, mostly held down by a simple, battered, cadet's cap with an old-fashioned punched-tin sheriff's badge on the front. At that particular moment, she was also one of the few customers actually staying for a while, and judging by the stack of napkins and the two used plates and three empty mugs, she'd been there a while.

She was perched at one of the small, tall tables near the bar, where she had a good line of sight to the door, and almost no way for anyone to get behind her without her noticing, the past week had been hard on her, and she was slowly bringing herself back up to speed. She was doing that right at the moment, by playing minesweeper.

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