angelo

Hold for meeting the Seraphim and walking in the rain.

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)