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Nov. 26th, 2010 12:32 amThe search for Neil goes well into the night, and while it seems unlikely that he will ever be found in time to save him, Saint John has given them ideas for areas to focus on. The photo Lucifer has sent Saint Patrick is too dark to see any detail other than the horrifying things that have been done to Neil, but that alone is a clue. It has to be dark, and secluded enough for Neil to scream without being heard, a thought that makes Patrick want to vomit when he thinks of it, and it has to be somewhere Lucifer could get Neil in a day and set something so horrific up.
Michael the archangel is also a detective and he puts a description out to every cop walking a beat in the Big Apple. This turns out to be the best move they make, as Neil is not discovered by either angel nor Patrick, but a pair of uniformed officers who took the tip seriously and made it their business to check on an abandoned warehouse in a derelict area of the city. Patrick will later send them a potted shamrock each for their trouble.
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[Saints and Angels]
Found Neil. Doesn't look good.
It's all my fault. I am such an idiot. Poor Neil.
Michael the archangel is also a detective and he puts a description out to every cop walking a beat in the Big Apple. This turns out to be the best move they make, as Neil is not discovered by either angel nor Patrick, but a pair of uniformed officers who took the tip seriously and made it their business to check on an abandoned warehouse in a derelict area of the city. Patrick will later send them a potted shamrock each for their trouble.
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[Saints and Angels]
Found Neil. Doesn't look good.
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Nov. 19th, 2010 03:27 pmHello.
You don't know me (unless you're Joey, oh hai), but I am Neil and I work with Patrick who, silly boy that he is, left his laptop on at work. And do you know what he did then? He proceeded to fall asleep across his desk. Which is actually quite appealing, but that's neither here nor there.
I've stolen his computer and it's done nothing. Then I put kleenex in his mouth and it did nothing, though it looks absolutely hilarious. He's still sleeping. So I am contemplating writing WASH ME across his forehead. Not because he needs a wash, but because that's what people write on cars and I am, essentially, a product of my age. And very deep, if you can't tell.
This is all revenge for making me deal with a lunch room full of hungry pre-teens alone, by the way. And if you've never had to deal with it, you can never understand!
You don't know me (unless you're Joey, oh hai), but I am Neil and I work with Patrick who, silly boy that he is, left his laptop on at work. And do you know what he did then? He proceeded to fall asleep across his desk. Which is actually quite appealing, but that's neither here nor there.
I've stolen his computer and it's done nothing. Then I put kleenex in his mouth and it did nothing, though it looks absolutely hilarious. He's still sleeping. So I am contemplating writing WASH ME across his forehead. Not because he needs a wash, but because that's what people write on cars and I am, essentially, a product of my age. And very deep, if you can't tell.
This is all revenge for making me deal with a lunch room full of hungry pre-teens alone, by the way. And if you've never had to deal with it, you can never understand!
