[center][h3][color=forestgreen]Angeline "Angel" Hardwicke[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] House o' Fun; Grimbold's cabin
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b]Whoever[/center][hr][hr]

[color=forestgreen][i]"I can't stop this feelin'.... deep inside of me.... girl you just don't realize.... what you do to me..."[/i][/color]

Singing along - not too quietly - to her music, Angel grabbed her jacket from her chair, glancing in the mirror before leaving her bedroom. Not that this was necessarily first impressions, she still felt as thought people weren't too sure on how to judge her. Which meant impressions were still being made - ergo, her outfit was slightly more thought out this night. She was definitely feeling the rocker vibe tonight, despite the very jazzy and upbeat tunes of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo-qweh7nbQ]Blue Swede[/url], and had dressed accordingly. Black leather jacket, ripped jeans, her favourite [url=http://in1.ccio.co/tC/N3/t1/il570xN41733406314n8.jpg]AC/DC vest[/url], [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=69271240]black boots[/url], and dark make-up, she seemed good to go.

Walking downstairs, her boots made satisfying thuds on the hardwood flooring. She's probably nicked the floors more than once with her variety of heels, but Uncle James didn't particularly care. He didn't care about a lot of things - just as long as she and her brother didn't get involved with illegal activities or... y'know, died. Now, she knew for sure that her graffitiing and drinking of alcohol was breaking the law - but she was yet to come into contact with the police over it.

As for where she was going tonight, well... she doubted there were even laws that existed in the modern world regarding the strange little family she had recently found herself a part of.

Glancing at her watch, Angel stifled a sigh as she reached her front door - perfect. Late. Hopefully taking the dog for walkies was a good enough excuse for the old coot.

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Despite her heels, it didn't take Angel all that long to make her way to the cabin - upon arrival, she was slightly out of breath, headphones dangling around her neck as she knocked on the door. Joan Jett could still be heard blaring from either speaker as she entered, offering up an apologetic smile to Grimbold for her lateness.

[b][color=forestgreen]"I'll keep the jacket on, I think. I didn't really consider the cold when I was dressing myself earlier."[/color][/b] She said with an easy smile towards the Mentor, and then taking her place at the table, beside Cara.

[b][color=forestgreen]"Howdy all. Hope you didn't do anything fun without me."[/color][/b] Grabbing a bowl of the soup as she talked, Angel was more than pleased that she had skipped dinner tonight. Homemade soup definitely trumped microwave chips.