angelo's house

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Jude didn't wake Blade. She was clearly tired, and he wanted her to get some sleep. He'd try and convince everyone to let her get into bed in a timely manner, but realistically speaking? That wasn't going to happen. Everyone was going to want to see her. Everyone was going to want to ask how...

Jude was, all things considered, pretty tired. He'd slept, but he was still tired. He'd vented to Rory. He'd vented to Officer Genovese. But for the most part? He'd tried to keep it business as usual. He didn't want to vent to Alma. He liked her, but the relationship was also too new to dump all...

Broen was dead tired, but he couldn't sleep. Well, partly that was because he had nowhere to lay his head down. The guest house wasn't safe. He didn't have his stuff from the police yet, so he didn't have his money to get a hotel room. He really only had one option, though he was loathe to use...

Shale took a long and deep breath as he strolled up to the house at the address Jude had provided him, double checking the slip of paper he had scrawled it on and squinting between the two numbers to confirm that they were a match. Everything seemed in order, and the gargoyle made his approach...

Raphael had never been invited to Angelo's house before. They were on good terms at work, sure, but they weren't that close. That was why the invitation caught him by surprise. Plus, something was a little off about the way Angelo was asking him to meet him. It was just kind of... shifty. He...

Broen was as dressed up as he could be without looking too much like a hitman. Khakis and a polo shirt today, and just enough of a comb through his hair that you could tell. He had the burner phone from Nick's visit in his pocket, turned off with the battery removed. Just in case. This was...

Rory's biggest challenge was looking for something new to focus on. Back before she was Adrastia that was college and then it was superheroing. Well, she couldn't do that anymore so now Rory had to have something else. If she didn't find something else she'd go fucking insane and never drag...

Shay was again hanging out at Angelo's manor. This time she didn't bother with making food. Instead, she reclined on the couch with her shoes off and her socks on. She read a magazine without really reading it. In the pocket of her jeans, something sat heavy. Shay sighed. @Romi

Shay needed some time away. Or maybe time near Angelo. She didn't know. When she first arrived at the house, he was still at work, so she waited there. First, she watched some tv, then to keep her mind off things she went to the kitchen to start cooking dinner for him. Spaghetti, she knew how...

Angelo was not under any illusions that his warning was going to fall on deaf ears. He really didn't think Shay would take it well, but even so he'd persisted. He'd waited until she was coming over anyway--so it seemed less like he'd lured her out just to beat her over the head with unsolicited...

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