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fandomtownies2010-03-06 01:10 am
scruffnfeathers) wrote in fandomtownies2010-03-06 01:10 am
Outside MCA*, early Saturday morning
Having come by Friday night to discover that Shelley didn't appear to be home, Castiel had settled in in an out of the way spot outside the building to wait patiently for her to return.
When the sun rose Saturday, Cass found himself to be standing on the edge of a street by a fairly nice looking apartment building in a rumpled suit and uncomfortable shoes. "I may have had too much to drink." He turned in a slow circle, noting the sun on the distant, watery horizon, the less than Mission architecture, and the lack of palm trees. "Scratch that, I haven't had enough to drink."
Not finding any handy bottle or flask in his coat, Cass set out in search of booze.
It's possible he didn't realize that sun on the water was rising, not setting. It's also possible that he didn't much care.
[ooc: * I can't spell the full name, okay? Generally establishy, but open to anyone who might be about in the streets at this early hour.]
When the sun rose Saturday, Cass found himself to be standing on the edge of a street by a fairly nice looking apartment building in a rumpled suit and uncomfortable shoes. "I may have had too much to drink." He turned in a slow circle, noting the sun on the distant, watery horizon, the less than Mission architecture, and the lack of palm trees. "Scratch that, I haven't had enough to drink."
Not finding any handy bottle or flask in his coat, Cass set out in search of booze.
It's possible he didn't realize that sun on the water was rising, not setting. It's also possible that he didn't much care.
[ooc: * I can't spell the full name, okay? Generally establishy, but open to anyone who might be about in the streets at this early hour.]
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He might have been able to pull off the imperial thing better if he hadn't decided a bathrobe was the closest thing to proper clothing in Henry's home, but that was of no import to him just now.
"Where are we?"
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