they ask me if i feel remorse and i answer, why a'course

[slipperysoul]

Who: Angelus & YOU
When: Anytime from this past Wednesday to next Tuesday night
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: Angelus is on the prowl. Offer yourself up for food, fight, or death.
Warnings: Gore...... gore, and more gore?

[ Though Angel might have walked through the night like it was his, he didn't own it. Just that fact alone tore Angelus up inside -- all the wasted opportunities, all the potential, just thrown away.

Because Angelus walked through the night and wrapped it around his fingers until it broke in half, twisted people and blood and torture until they painted masterpieces that only he could see. He made it part of himself, part of his whole being and let shadows flow through his veins like the blood that had turned to dust long ago.

Every single night since he'd lost his soul, Angelus carved a path through the Port and took down people everywhere he went, left corpses in his wake and the echoes of screams ringing in his ears. The last thing he intended on doing was stopping, and he was going to make up for every second of time Angel had wasted. ]



[ ooc; OKAY GUYS, so here's the deal. Tag in with times/dates (has to be from this wednesday to.. next monday or tuesday) and locations of your characters so that I know where Angelus... needs to be for whatever we've decided on (be it fighting, eating, or killing). Apart from that, give me at least a little bit to go off of, and we'll go from there!

Thanks! ]

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closed - Friday night

[olderthanyourjesus]

[Godric moves through the night, suddenly appearing when he realizes he's on Angelus' 'turf'.]

Fine night. [He says, shirtless and with blood dripping off him.]]

Saturday night - around midnight?

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy normally made it home before sirens. Especially with vampires out on the prowl - she had too much experience from back home to not respect a vampire. But tonight, she'd needed the night air - as fetid as it was in places - and two feet.

Still, she'd brought the stick. "Nothing he built but what couldn’t become a spear when needed." That was what the oakman had said and she'd watched it spear a vampire. She was feeling quite comforted with having the thing with her.

Her senses were wide, alert. Mercy wasn't an idiot. She knew she was taking a risk. And she hadn't work the sheep - just in case she had to shift. She smelled it. Vampire. She knew that smell all too well. There was something... not quite human, but not quite dead about it.

Her pace quickened. Mercy doubted she could make it home, but she wasn't going to not try...]

Friday Night After a particularly gruesome murder

[that_is_asecret]

[Xellos had remained true to his word and had been studying how Angelus worked, his quirks and his work. He seemed to take his hunting seriously, and though murder wasn't his favourite activity, the variety of emotions that coursed through the victims was very pleasing to him at the very least. He was different from what he was accustomed to, certainly an interesting individual.

He had been finding these nightly ventures very educational in addition to getting a good meal out of them.]

Hmmmmmm, I'm curious as to what made that one special. Did it remind you of someone or are you getting bored already?

thursday - during the sirens

[theknowledge]

[ Cambria was normally well inside by the times the siren went off. She really didn't want to linger too long, but everyone's panic and the fact that her son was out there doing who knows what (God help him if he's fighting monsters) leaves her nursing a pint for little too long a little too far away from where she was staying. She's cutting through an alley as the sirens blare, causing her to look up at the sky and wrinkle her nose in annoyance. ]

You have got to be kidding me.

Monday 2/27 about 10pm Sector 2

[southernreaper]

[Why was it that he got the one dog, on the entire damned island, that was immune to him, but ate five times as much as he did? The damned puppy - who had a name but he felt like an idiot using it - had been out of food again and it'd taken a long walk to Sector 7 to get the food (because, only the best for her!) and then a longer walk back, carrying the food.

He should have taken the subway, but he was a bit frazzled by his powers tonight and didn't want to run the risk of a crowd. Anyway... he was fine. He had his gloves stuff in his pockets and he was carrying the pack over one shoulder. Stepping around a corner, he cursed. Mutates. Just... great. Just what he needed.

He didn't drop the bag, but he did pull his hands out of his pockets. This could get ugly...]

Sunday Night

[bloodthirsts]

Maybe I could get a gun? [Seras is speaking to Abraham and Walter both, patrolling these last few nights had made her start to miss the presence of the Harkonnen. She knows she likely won't be able to get anything like that of course.] It could come in handy.

[They're walking down the dark streets of the city, searching out where they think the vampires would most be attracted to, the places most likely to have prey out at this time of night.

Seras pauses suddenly.] I can smell blood, sir... [She points at a small alleyway, she keeps her voice down of course.]