Thanks! I read the last 30-35 posts and only saw
like 2 for Angel. I'll see what I can do to
remedy that as soon as I see a new post for the
William/Gunn/Angel thread. Ok? Again, thanks!

Sandy


-----Original Message-----
From: The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com
[mailto:The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com] On
Behalf Of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Sent: Saturday, September 23, 2006 11:16 AM
To: The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [The_Watchers_Compound] Re: Audition for
Angel for Second Chances

Excellent audition...Angel is yours.


Now for this game, we still need a Daniel Holtz,
Lilah Morgan, Lindsey MacDonald (or any other
member of W&H to plot against our
heroes) or other Original characters (both good
and evil). Since this is where this game heads off
into an AU....Angel investigations needs cases to
solve :D




--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com,
"ShadowWeaver"
<shroudedinthenight@...> wrote:
>
> "Cycles"
>
> ===== ===== ===== ===== ===== =====
>
> Angel
>
> Cordelia Chase
>
> Various Demons
>
> ===== ===== ===== ===== ===== =====
>
>
>
> LOCATION: L.A.
>
> TIME: Late night
>
>
>
> Cycles. Circular roads that led one right back
to their beginnings if
> one traveled life's road long enough... or was
that unlife? Did it
> even matter any more the labels one put on it?
It was the same
> personal hell no matter what one called it,
right? Or did renaming it
> somehow redefine it and make it easier to deal
with?
>
>
>
> Not in Angel's experience. It was always the
same. A world of
> darkness and pain from which there seemed to be
no true redemption or
> escape.
> People came and went through his doors and his
life - unlife, he
> reminded himself - each bringing something good
with them and taking
> it with them when they were gone. And somehow,
the more he tried to
> stay on the outer fringes, the more they dragged
him in.
>
>
>
> It had been like that with Cordy and Doyle in
the beginning. She'd
> followed him here to Los Angeles
> - now there was an irony in and of itself, the
name of the city he
> chose to reside in - and Doyle had come to them
shortly thereafter.
> And each had brought with them friendship.
They'd forged a bond that
> went beyond Angel Investigations - which they
also forged together -
> to friendship.
>
>
>
> And then Doyle had gone from that circle. Yes,
he had died in the
> protection not only of Angel himself and
Cordelia, but of the Lister
> demons they'd been helping and the city as a
whole; but that did not
> take the ache from his soul. The loss of a
friend tore through him.
> But as he always had, he kept it to himself,
kept himself locked away
> within himself, mourning his own way.
> Even though, to her credit, Cordy had tried to
get him to talk to her
> about it.
>
>
>
> That had been three years ago - holy hell had it
really been that
> long!? Now, impossibly, Doyle had returned,
bringing with him all
> those old emotions, and new ones. How was Angel
supposed to take
> this? How was he supposed to react to the
sudden reappearance of a
> friend whom he'd watched die saving him? How
had he always dealt with
> things?
>
>
>
> Silent and strong. Those seemed to be his
watchwords. So here he was
> again, hiding away what he felt and simply
trying to move forward.
>
>
>
> The problem was that Doyle wasn't the only being
to crop up recently.
> Now Angel had a whole new set of demons to deal
with as well. Nasty
> buggers, six of whom were staring him down
right now. Okay, well, he
> was staring them down, but the end result was
the same.
>
>
>
> One of them moved, an attack, one clawed
appendage striking out at the
> vampire before it. Only one?
> Angel growled and dropped his upper body beneath
the blow, grabbing
> the appendage and twisting it hard, dragging the
demon toward him as
> he did. It yelped in obvious pain, and one of
its fellows moved then
> to take advantage of Angel's distraction with
its companion.
>
>
>
> Angel was not distracted.
>
>
>
> The second demon met his buddy's claws... hard
as Angel spun, dragging
> the still-whining demon he held with him. The
second yowled in agony
> as his companion's claws tore into him and fell
back hissing. The
> first, Angel tossed at the second, the two going
down in a pile of
> limbs, claws, and hissing.
>
>
>
> The other four looked at their comrades then at
the vampire then back.
> What followed was a frenzy of death and demon
parts. And when it was
> finished, Angel stood at the center of all the
death, gathering
> himself. He'd have to remember to have Cordelia
look up these bad
> boys when he got back; but for now, he stalked
to the one he'd gouged
> with the other's claws. Squatting, he grabbed
the demon by the bony
> protrusions at its chest and raised it into the
air, off the ground,
> so he was on eye level with it - they weren't
all that big, but they
> were srappy.
>
>
>
> "Who sent you?" He growled in its face, a low
growl that promised
> much pain if the little demon didn't cooperate.
>
>
>
> It chose badly, trying to claw its way free of
Angel's grip. He only
> tightened his grip and hissed right in its face.
It cringed but
> protested. "But they'll kill me!"
>
>
>
> "And you think I won't?"
>
>
>
> It squirmed some more, then without warning,
went limp in his grip.
> Momentarily startled, Angel glared at the
now-dead demon. Then he
> tossed it on top of its comrades in disgust and
looked for the source
> of its death - he hadn't had that tight a grip
on it.
>
>
>
> Nothing.
>
>
>
> Disgusted and somewhat tired, he sighed and spun
away, heading back to
> the Hyperion. Great! Just what he needed! A
new player in town!
> But it figured, didn't it? Just when something
likely good came his
> way, something equally evil had to as well. And
there was the cycle.
> Repeated over and over.
>
>
>
> The doors of the old hotel-turned-headquarters
slammed shut behind
> him, and he stalked past everyone to his office.
He needed a drink
> and a good long think. But only one of those
was forthcoming, and it
> wasn't the second. Cordy followed him in and
closed the door.
>
>
>
> "So did you find what you were looking for?"
She asked, bluntly.
> That was Cordy, blunt.
>
>
>
> Angel looked up at her from his glass. "Don't
you ever knock?" He
> grumbled, though he wasn't entirely displeased
with her presence.
>
>
>
> She shrugged and flopped into one of the other
chairs. "Sometimes,
> but you didn't answer my question."
>
>
>
> He sighed, setting down the glass. "No. But I
found something else."
> He stood up and began to pace as he talked.
"There's a new player,
> and a whole new set of demons, in town."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned. "So? We'll deal with them."
She asserted. "We
> always do. That's not what's bothering you
though, is it?"
>
>
>
> He sighed and shook his head. Not in answer so
much as in refusal.
> "Not now." Was all he said.
> "Now we need to find this new threat."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned but let it be... for now. If
there was one thing she'd
> learned in four years of working with Angel, it
was that he didn't
> talk unless he was damned good and ready to.
And no amount of
> coaxing, cajoling, or prodding would make him.
In fact, that stuff
> only drove him further into his shell. So she
relinquished the
> question for now and focused on the demons as
asked. "Ok, what did
> they look like?"
>
>
>
> Angel sat back down and closed his eyes. Good,
she'd taken the hint.
> Cordy had learned not to push him when he said
no. At least not
> immediately. Opening his eyes again, he took a
drink and began to
> describe the demons to her...
>
>
>
> <TBC>
>







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