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fandomhighdorms2005-12-08 10:54 pm
demonbelthazor) wrote in fandomhighdorms2005-12-08 10:54 pm
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Room 238, During the Pageant
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Belthazor slipped out of the pageant early when he was sure Angel and John would be stuck on stage and not be leaving for some time. After a brief encounter with an outraged CJ, he quickly returned to his room, where Phoebe was still sleeping, checked on her briefly, then shimmered downstairs into room 238.
It looked like Christmas had exploded all over the room. He wondered if Angelus could blind himself while stuck with the soul at the controls.
He moved to Angel's side of the room and started rummaging through his belongings. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, just that he needed some personal object, something connected to Angel. Unfortunately, the vampire was decidedly lacking in personal items. Bel poked through the closet. White wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans.... Nothing special enough there.Where were the leather pants?!
His gaze fell on Angel's bureau. In the middle of the decorations sat aso very gay snowglobe. Such a prominent place meant it had to mean something to Angel. Bel snatched it up. It would do.
He shimmered out of the room, mission accomplished.
Belthazor slipped out of the pageant early when he was sure Angel and John would be stuck on stage and not be leaving for some time. After a brief encounter with an outraged CJ, he quickly returned to his room, where Phoebe was still sleeping, checked on her briefly, then shimmered downstairs into room 238.
It looked like Christmas had exploded all over the room. He wondered if Angelus could blind himself while stuck with the soul at the controls.
He moved to Angel's side of the room and started rummaging through his belongings. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, just that he needed some personal object, something connected to Angel. Unfortunately, the vampire was decidedly lacking in personal items. Bel poked through the closet. White wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans.... Nothing special enough there.
His gaze fell on Angel's bureau. In the middle of the decorations sat a
He shimmered out of the room, mission accomplished.
no subject
any clothes, any clothes at allchanged.He was so busy cleaning off fake snow, sweater fluff, and blessedly for the love of God putting pants and a shirt on that he almost didn't notice the big empty space on his bureau.
Once he did he immediately looked around. It didn't take long to determine that it was missing.
This he was not happy about.
He went down to the after party (http://www.livejournal.com/users/spyprincipal/21982.html).