As the stench of canned chicken soup, and sweat filled the air Glen squeezed in between two other servers to grab another pouring spoon since the one she had fell to the floor. It would be quite rude to pour from a spoon that was dirty, so was the reason she'd been trying to make it to the other side of the kitchen to grab that spoon. Before she was able to get a new spoon Glen had slipped on a wet towel that had been thrown on the floor, and reached to grab for the other person when they turned around to signal something. As the lady turned she had fallen forward since Glen was holding on to the back of her shirt while falling, and one after another the volunteers fell. After the domino affect was over the young red-headed female would look in shock at what had just happened, and then suddenly burst out into laughter. As she did the others would begin to do the same, and soon the whole floor would be bursting into laughter at what had just happened.

The rest of the day was spent either cleaning up, or attempting to reorganize all of the pots and pans that fell with them, and by the end of the day Glen was exhausted. Even if she was exhausted she was glad to have had quite an unusual day. I mean, it's not every day everyone falls from attempting to serve soup to the homeless. All in all, it was an a nice day to say the least what with fulfilling a few tasks here and there. 

As Glen made it to her hotel she'd grab the small key from her pocket, [color=a2d39c]"Oh, I didn't loose it,"[/color] and would put it into the lock to unlock the door. After, she turned the knob, walked in, closed the door, locked it, and had finally made it to her bed where she'd plop straight on it. For some reason she wasn't able to sleep though. [color=a2d39c]"I wonder..."[/color] she'd say as her face was right into a pillow. There were some muffled sounds from the other side of the wall, and from the sound of things it was a couple arguing though why there was so much commotion was beyond her. 

"I'm divorcing you!" a female voice would suddenly sound outside as a few doors began slamming as well. 

"Brenda, I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not! Go back to your little tramp for all I care." Glen rolled her eyes as she tried to sleep. "Just know that after this you'll have nothing!"

[color=a2d39c]"Why don't you fuel Satan some more..."[/color] Glen would say as she'd pick her head back up again. [color=a2d39c]"If only I had the energy to handle it..."[/color]

Earlier that day she had meet someone who was in desperate need to be saved otherwise he would have done something unforgivable. The man had potential to be given a second chance, so she gave him that chance without realizing that she had not slept in an attempt to defend herself against a stalking demon. Her power was at its all-time low, so she needed the most rest she could get. 

Because she couldn't sleep from the commotion going on (at this point the cops got involved because someone threw a rock at the glass window of their room)Glen would sit up, and wonder if Satan's disciples have gotten word of her and her brother yet. [color=a2d39c]"Nah, they couldn't have."[/color] After all, she'd gotten rid of any demon who was attempting to get information, and send it back to a high-ranking officer that would surely send more than just a few demons their way. She had no idea where her brother was, but knew he could handle himself more than she could since her stamina was still under construction. Whatever the case was no one from hell was to find out about what they were doing. All they needed to know was that there was someone killing their creatures off. Who, or what was killing them off would have to be kept a secret. 

[color=a2d39c]"I need to sleep."[/color] She yawned to her palm, and laid back down on the bed without covering herself with the covers. [color=a2d39c]"Another glorious day coming right up."[/color]

Right before she had fallen into a deep sleep however Glen was startled by an uneasy sensation, so she sat up. Wiping the sweat off of her forehead, and trying to calm her breathing down she'd wonder what that sensation was all about. [color=a2d39c]"What-"[/color] Again, the sensation would come back in a pulse that would make her get out of bed, and walk around in circles in her hotel room. [color=a2d39c]"This doesn't feel right."[/color] She'd murmur to herself while looking through the blinds at the full moon outside.