needsaparrot: (ducking head)
needsaparrot ([personal profile] needsaparrot) wrote2008-03-15 12:59 pm

MCA Roof, Saturday Morning

After everything that had been going on this week, Xander knew better than to wander around town alone, but staying inside the building was making him want to wear a circular track in the lobby carpet as he read and re-read the letters from the past he'd received from Mel, Willow and Bridge, trying to see if there was some clue he was missing because he wasn't Willow or Bridge. He wasn't the brains of the operation. He was the guy who was okay with an axe and getting better with a crossbow again and awesome at providing sarcasm and pastries, none of which was going to get the people he loved back from the past.

Eventually, he shook his head and headed up to the roof, letters in hand. At least there he could get some air and maybe think a little clearer, and he'd have the best view in town; not like he wouldn't see any angel statues heading for the building, from that high up. He leaned against the waist-high wall overlooking the streets below, smoothing out Bridge's second letter, the one that made him want to punch bricks, to re-read it yet again.

[OOC: For one. Muahaha.]

[identity profile] fh-fillers.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Sitting on the roof, it looked like a simple gargoyle. Face hidden behind cold, stone hands.

He might not have seen it there before.

[identity profile] fh-fillers.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It was most definitely out of place. Never had such a thing been seen on the MCA Roof.

But it was harmless. Really.

The man should pay no attention.

[identity profile] fh-fillers.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
When he looked back up, he'd find the statue had appeared to move. It was much closer.

And pointing at him.

Waiting.

[identity profile] fh-fillers.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It was not kidding. It was simply pointing at him.

Reminding him that he should have known better than to go outside.

[identity profile] fh-fillers.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The cold white stone made no sound, it simply appeared.

The angel loomed over him, face contorted, hands reaching out menacingly.

[identity profile] fh-fillers.livejournal.com 2008-03-15 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The roof was silent. Papers scattered in the breeze.

The angel stood on the rooftop, eyes covered once again.

Alone.