[Once Castiel, Angel of Thursday and Warrior of God, now Emmanuel Hall, divorcé and pastor of St. John's, a small parish downtown.]
[and he's in a bit of a delicate situation.]
[he was just grocery shopping, like any ordinary person. Of course, since the last big disruption, he'd been hearing a strange ringing sound in his ears. Nothing else odd had happened, no new objects showing up, or flashes of memories. But trying to ignore it and go about his business, of course, has proven difficult. He put out his best effort until, unfortunately, a young child enthusiastically pushing a shopping cart had run over his foot.]
[of course, he'd yelped in pain.]
[and everything made of glass in the building shattered.]
[no one else has attributed it to him--why would they? Save maybe the child who quickly gets scooped up by their mother, away from the glass shards littering the tile floor. The lights are all blown out, but luckily it's only mid-afternoon.]
[after a moment of stunned silence, he abandons his own cart and moves toward the exit, along with whoever else has stopped screaming or standing around in shock. Ordinarily he'd offer the employees a hand cleaning up, but he'd rather not linger in case the police show up, looking for one of them. He does feel guilty about it, at least.]
[ooc: feel free to assume previous CR/pick a totally different scenario, in-progress app is here.]
Castiel | Supernatural
[and he's in a bit of a delicate situation.]
[he was just grocery shopping, like any ordinary person. Of course, since the last big disruption, he'd been hearing a strange ringing sound in his ears. Nothing else odd had happened, no new objects showing up, or flashes of memories. But trying to ignore it and go about his business, of course, has proven difficult. He put out his best effort until, unfortunately, a young child enthusiastically pushing a shopping cart had run over his foot.]
[of course, he'd yelped in pain.]
[and everything made of glass in the building shattered.]
[no one else has attributed it to him--why would they? Save maybe the child who quickly gets scooped up by their mother, away from the glass shards littering the tile floor. The lights are all blown out, but luckily it's only mid-afternoon.]
[after a moment of stunned silence, he abandons his own cart and moves toward the exit, along with whoever else has stopped screaming or standing around in shock. Ordinarily he'd offer the employees a hand cleaning up, but he'd rather not linger in case the police show up, looking for one of them. He does feel guilty about it, at least.]
[ooc: feel free to assume previous CR/pick a totally different scenario, in-progress app is here.]