angelo

Who: Angelo and Eris
Where: The Kitten Club
When: Evening

Despite the crowd packing the Kitten tonight, this was turning out to be one of the easiest nights Angelo could ever remember having. With the music festival's pinnacle guests being hosted here, Angelo and the other boys in the house band were just filler tonight. They'd fill the bandshells for twenty minutes at a time, either occupying the dancing couples in the club between proper acts or backing up the singers, but none of it was hard. Luckily for Angelo.

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
Where: his apartment
When: Morning

Who: Angelo and OPEN TO ALL
Where: A gallery uptown
When: Evening

Who: Angelo and open to all!
Where: A gallery uptown
When: Late afternoon

Normally, he would still be on his first cup of tea right now, still chasing his starting high for the day and lounging on his sofa, watching sunlight bleed through the window or staring at a canvas. On most days, this time would've only seen Angelo whiling away the hours before work, at most venturing into Chinatown for some breakfast. But this wasn't a normal day, no sir.

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
When: Afternoon
Where: Angelo's apartment

Today was going to be a good day. It was beautiful outside, she'd just had lunch with Ian, she'd spent the last night with Elle in her very first sleep-over, and now she was on her way to see Angelo. She called beforehand to make sure he was there, like he'd asked her to, and once she had she grabbed her purse again and headed out to the streets.

Even if the world hadn't fallen apart, this would have been a private hell to visit. They were trying to keep things together, of course, but how many of them were there that still cared? A dozen? Less? Two doctors, one still a student. Eight of them with EMT training driving ambulances in shifts, dispensing the dwindling aid they had where they could. And one of them who'd never worked the hospital at all; just a woman who'd brought her husband in, stayed with him for four days until he passed, and... never left.

Who: Angelo and Mina
Where: streets around the Fire Station
When: Late afternoon

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
When: Afternoon Jan. 27
Where: Angelo's apartment, then the Village

The cab ride to Angelo's apartment was calm and silent. Shoshannah found herself staring out of the window, watching the people on the streets turn into blurs on the streets. Seeing all the different opportunities for snapshots stirred a melancholy feeling in her. Her hands felt empty without her camera there, but it wasn't like they hadn't tried. She and Angelo had gone searching for the camera yesterday and hadn't found it.

Who: Angelo, Maddy, Shoshannah
Where: The Kitten Club
When: Night, Jan. 24

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
When: Jan. 24, breakfast time
Where: The Drake

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
When: Sunday, Jan. 23, night
Where: The Drake Hotel

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
Where: One More Round
When: Past closing time

Who: Angelo and OPEN TO ALL!
Where: One More Round
When: late-ish

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
When: Jan. 21, early evening through the night.
Where: Nighthawk's, then Angelo's apartment.

Who: Angelo and Shoshannah
Where: One More Round, then the streets
When: Late

Who: Angelo and open to Sang-min
Where: Chinatown
When: mid-day

It seemed to Angelo that Mother Nature just couldn't make up her mind today, with how the weather seemed to flip sporadically between spatters of rain and hints of light bleeding between the clouds, and that fact suited him just fine. To him, it meant she was in tune with the city itself, the city that switched between wonder and horror in equal measure every day.

Who: Angelo & Lenore
Where: His place
When: Silly amounts of early.

Lenore was a little buzzy. She got that. The headrush of a fresh kill, perhaps. She hadn't wanted to go home. She wanted to exchange the dead, bloody lump that had been at her fingertips a few hours previously for something polar opposite. Something alive. And she had said she'd visit him again some time.

As it ever was, Angelo knew it was getting late. But late was good, late was familiar. The hour meant the usual crowd at the Round packing tables and milling along the bar in the dim lighting as he and the other Seraphim went through their set, coaxing notes of pure velvet from their instruments. He felt good lately, like there was a blue sky only he could see. Maybe it was Lenore that had triggered it, maybe the dawning of the new year was finally impacting him with all of its' hopes.

Who: Angelo & Lenore
When: Late
Where: Nighthawkes/His place
Gets kinda nsfw.

Who: Angelo and Lenore
Where: One More Round
When: Late

Who: Angelo and Helena
When: evening
Where: The Kitten Club

Who: Angelo, open to Elle
Where: Nighthawk's Diner
When: midday

So what if it had been raining? Who cared about the drab skies left behind even when the rain stopped? Not Angelo, not on either score. He'd woken dreary as ever on the morning following a night with his pipe, but hopeful. Today was the day, the day of the sale.

Who: Angelo and Calix
Where: Nighthawk's
When: Mid-afternoon

He'd been staring out the window for a good portion of the day. Rain wouldn't go away. It never went away. So he remained standing there staring out the window hoping it would. Hoping that if he imagined it would go away than the whoever of whatever in the sky would make the rain stop so he could go out and get done what he needed to get done. A little idealistic of him. Well, no he really didn't believe any of that nonsense would work at all but he hoped really hard.

Who: Elle and open
Where: The festival
When: Afternoon

Who: Angelo
Where: One More Round
When: last call (roughly 2 AM)