Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 31 - 3/4 | DATE: October 22nd, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Airport in Berlin, Germany Joslyn sat there, as the voices continued to toss insults back and forth. It was getting to be too much. She wanted to ask Hana to get rid of them, even if it was for a little bit, but since she wasn't in the best of conditions, she didn't. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet in her life for a few moments again. Suddenly, Brandon came up and tried to strike up a conversation. "Yo Jo. So how about that being in Germany. Seems pretty cool that we've been able to travel to all sorts of place now right?" It seemed like he wasn't too sure what to say next. "So what kind of angel do you think we'll meet this time?" "Oh. Well..." She wasn't expecting him to come up to her at all. "I... I guess it's cool... I-I haven't really thought about it, though." Her finger was fiddling around with a lock of hair as she spoke. "A-and I couldn't say what k-kind of angel we'll meet. Wh-what kind of angel do y-you think we'll meet?"
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 31 - 2/4 | DATE: October 22nd, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Airport in Berlin, Germany "What, did the north pole suddenly shift? Last I checked, compasses pointed north." Adam said with a confused look on his face. "O-oh, well..." Joslyn turned to look at him. "Umm... This... This compass i-i-isn't normal..." "Ugh, why do you need to explain this to him? It's pointless to tell him, he won't be using it." "Iiiiiiiiiiiii completely agree with this one. The only ones who should know are the one who will use iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~." Joslyn simply brushed some hair aside. "W-w-well... p-p-put simply..." She took a moment to sniffle. "This compass pi-pinpoints the locations of other f-f-fallen angels... Th-that's how we found you..." She held the compass out. "Jeez. This is so fucking stupid. Do you need to explain how this damn compass works to every single person we get?" "W-well, no..." "Actually, why are you even holding on to this damn thing anymore? Your friend is back, why don't you hand it off to her?" "You saw her... She isn't feeling well." "...And?" "Well, I mean, it's just that..." "It's just that... what?" "I... Uhhh..." "I... Uhhh..." "Ooooooooooooooooh~ would you please shut up? Is this what it's like to hear two people biiiiiiiiiiickeeeerrrrrriiiiiiinnnggg~?" "You shut it!" "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ refuse, you biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitccchhh~" At this point, the two had started to bicker again. She used this moment to just stop talking and go to some place to sit for a moment.
Rowan Zachary Halstead DATE: January 29th, 2014 [Wednesday] Ø CURRENTLY: In Class Ø CONDITION: Good Ø OOC: Snoogans Rowan sat in the art class as it had officially started. The professor sat at her usual spot behind her desk as he was in his seat, randomly doodling whatever came to mind in his thick sketch pad. Occasionally, in order to switch it up every now and then, he would get up and walk around the class, checking if they needed help on whatever it was they were working on. At least, that was the excuse he gave to the professor. Really, all he wanted to do was see what it was that they were doing. A little glimpse into what is floating around in their heads. That was something that was infinitely fascinating to him. It would be neat if he could just turn people into books and see what was going on in those funny little heads of theirs. Maybe even reading their memories, their past experiences. That would be amazing. With something like that, he would be able perfectly portray people in art. Ah, but that would be incredibly invasive of their privacy. After making his rounds and not needing to help any of the students in the class, he went back to his seat and started to doodle once again. This time around, he was more interested in monsters and horrors and things of that nature. His interest was sparked by a monster movie he saw on TV the other day. After watching it, he became more and more interested in trying to draw such monsters in his own way. Monsters such as vampires, mummies, werewolves, giant bats, Frankenstein's Creature and the like. All of them had piqued his interest. As such, he had started to do research on them. It was interesting to see how other people portrayed each creature, with each one being so different from the other. However, Rowan noticed that each incarnation had several features that were deemed essential to the character. It was fascinating. As he looked down at his sketch pad, he thought of which monster he would like to draw first. There were so many to choose from, so many different creatures that it was difficult to decide on one. Ultimately, he decided to first draw a werewolf, a man with the ability to transform into a humanoid wolf creature under the full moon. The first thing he worked on was the frame of the creature. He needed to decide how much of the wolf would come through in its wolf form. Would it be more humanoid than wolf or would it be more wolf than humanoid? Decisions, decisions, decisions. What he ended up going with was a bipedal wolf, the most common depiction of a werewolf. As he continued to draw the figure, he drew the legs like a wolf's hind legs. As soon as he completed the body, he needed to decide on the head. How wolf-like should the head look? Should it be a full on wolf head or should it be more human-like with out the muzzle? In the end, he made it a full on wolf head, with saliva dripping out of the corners of its mouth. It was starting to look very fearsome, exactly as he wanted. At this point, he needed to decide where to place the fur, and how much of it to put. He decided to place the fur all across the head and to the shoulders, going down the back and stopping around the lower back area, and around the forearms and legs. With many quick strokes of his pencil, he slowly continued to add strand after strand of hair to the areas he had decided to place the fur. The figure looked very menacing, ready to leap off of the page and onto whatever pray it's hunting. All that was left was to add the shading. First, he needed to decide where the light would be coming from. He placed it in the top right, which meant that all of the shadows would be cast on the bottom left of the werewolf. Quickly, he did some cross-hatch shading in the areas that needed it and placed the pencil down. The drawing was complete, and he was wholly satisfied by the drawing he had made. It looked as fierce and feral as he wanted it to.
Time Skip 7 hours later Samuel Riviera DAY: 31 - 2/4 | DATE: October 22nd, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England ==> Airport in Berlin, Germany After Cass bit the dust, everyone piled into two cars and drove all the way back to London, which took them about five hours with pit stops. The white haired girl spent most of the time crying and talking to herself, while Red's condition had gotten a little worse. She was out of sorts and her head was starting to hurt again. It got to the point that Sam had to piggy-back her around again. The loss of Cassandra definitely hit them hard. Almost immediately after getting back to London, they made their way to the airport to get on the private jet that Jun Tae somehow managed to acquire. Though he hated to admit it, it was a good thing that guy was around, especially since Moneybags decided to up and vanish. As soon as they got to the airport, they boarded the jet and got themselves comfortable. For whatever reason, that Adam kid had his little cat with him on the plane. After putting Red into a seat in the jet, he sat down in his own spot as the plane took off. Two hours later, they were in Berlin. Sam checked on Red before getting her onto his back and making everyone get off the plane. They really needed to get off of their asses and put it in high gear. Even though they had gotten three new people, they had lost three people at the same time. Four, if you count Alistair's mysterious disappearing act. With Red being in her current condition, they would need recruit people in her stead. Although, they would have to figure out what was wrong with her as well. With Red on his back, he went over to the pale skinned girl. "Girl, where's that compass pointing right now?" "Ummm..." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she sniffled before checking on the compass. "I-it's umm... It's pointing t-to th-th-the northwest..." "Alright, let's get a move on." He said coldly to everyone. "If you want to take a breather, do it quick." Sam started to walk away from the group. After getting a good distance away from them, he turned his attention to the person on his back. "How are you holding up?"
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Samuel Riviera DAY: 31 - 2/4 | DATE: October 22nd, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England Sam was awakened by the chatter of the people that were now in the living room. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around a little bit to see who the hell was talking. It was Hay Sun, Red, and Mr. Know-it-all talking around him. He popped his neck from left to right. What... What the hell have they been talking about? "Germany it is, then." The voice came from Red. "Wait, what?" Sam started to stretch out his arms. "What the hell's going on, Germany?" If only he had woken up earlier and heard the rest of the conversation. Oh well. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 31 - 2/4 | DATE: October 22nd, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England Joslyn woke up with a yawn. She sat herself upright and looked around the room she had fallen asleep in. Her hair was all over the place as she got up out of bed and shuffled out of the room. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly made her way to the living room. After she stopped rubbing her eyes, she looked around the room and noticed that Sam, Hana, Leo, and Hay Sun were having some kind of conversation. Not wanting to disturb them, she quietly made her way to the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, she saw Adam feeding a cat and Brandon eating a slice of bread. "A-ah... G-good morning... you t-two..." Her stomach growled a little bit. "Umm... Is it..." "Ugh, if you're hungry, why don't you just grab something to eat?" "But... But it would be rude to just rummage through someone's fridge without permission." "He offered for you to stay. I'm pretty sure that includes fridge access. And if it doesn't, you should clock this bitch in the face!" "Ah, but that's so mean!" "Buuuuuuuuuuuut~ it would be so much fun to actually see thaaaaaaaaat~" "Mmmm... But... I couldn't." The white-haired girl tried to think of what to say now until she realized that she was just talking out loud in front of both Adam and Brandon. "O-oh! Uhhh... Well... Umm..." "Ugh, just spit it out already! This is getting pathetic to watch." "Ummm... Wou-would it be alright i-i-i-if I g-g-g-got s-so-something to e-e-e-e-eat?" She finally asked Adam. "Unbelievable. Was it really that hard to say?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 30 - 4/4 | DATE: October 21st, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England After that Adam kid seemingly lost it, the white-haired girl went after him and tried to offer help. She was stuttering the entire time and she didn't seem confident about it at all. However, it seemed to work, after which the kid offered for them to stay here for the night, which was extremely convenient for them. Red got up from the couch and went to take a shower. After getting out of the shower, she tentively sits down next to Sam, who hadn't moved from the couch. "Hey Sam ... about the hotel ... i just wanted to say thank you, ya' know, for trying to help..." "What? Oh, yeah, sure." "Are you tired? You've been really overworking yourself." "A little. My muscles are really sore and all, but I can deal with it." "How's your shoulder? I saw that you've been using it." "It's better... though it left a scar." "Sorry..." "Yeah... I think I made it worse though..." "You're such a brute. Do you want me to look at it?" She started to poke at his injured shoulder. "Well... I guess..." Sam took off his shirt to reveal the burned skin on his shoulder, which had started to peel. Her face seemed to take on a few shades of red. "That's kind of disgusting." She pulled out her wand. "This might sting a little." Red jabbed her wand into the wound and scrawled on his shoulder. "Healing spell. It should be better by the time you wake up." It stung a lot more than what she implied. "Ah! You call that a little?" "Don't be a pansy." "Shut up." She smirked. "Whatever you say, Sam." Afterwards, Red put away her wand and nudged him in the side. "You can put your clothes back on now." She seemed to shield her eyes out of embarassment. "Hah. That's rich. The one who ended up in the whorehouse is covering her eyes." He put on his shirt. She was silent at this. "...Too soon?" After that, she looked away. "I've never felt so demoralized before ..." "Ah... Shi-" He let out a sigh. "... sorry..." She tentively looked back at him. "...You don't actual have to quit swearing." "Yeah... well... what if..." His voice got softer. "What if I don't want to swear around you...?" Sam's eyes shifted around. She sighed. "Whatever you say." Red let out a yawn. "Scoot over." She leaned on him. "We should get some rest." He scoots over. "What the...?" Sam looks at her dumbfounded "What are you...?" "Good night." She said before closing her eyes to go to sleep. "Uhhh... Good... night?" He looked at her as she fell asleep on him. This was bizarre. Very bizarre. Though he had to admit that it felt nice. This chick... She really is a piece of work... Not wanting to disturb her, he just stayed there until he, too, fell asleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 30 - 4/4 | DATE: October 21st, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England Due to time constraints and not wanting to make this any longer than it needs to be, Joslyn took one of the rooms and fell asleep.
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Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 30 - 4/4 | DATE: October 21st, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England Adam let go of his head and sighed deeply, then looked Joslyn directly in the eyes, "It's not just hearing voices. Everything would be fine and dandy if it was a voice. It's my angel, and my angel can gain control of me. Anytime. No say in the matter. No hope of controlling yourself, always there, a constant little reminder that I don't have full control of myself anymore..." He looked away from her as he continued, "Sorry to hear you have to deal with voices, I hate it. I couldn't imagine having this my whole life... I have only had this for three or four days and I hate it." "Why are you even trying to help? You really can't do anything." Her words stung, but the pale-skinned girl was determined to do something. She wasn't about to give up, even though it was very much a viable option. "I... I see... B-but... M-maybe... Maybe if you c-c-come with us..." She swallowed hard. "Maybe... we could h-he-help you with that..." Joslyn started to look around again. "I... I don't know how.. B-but..." "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~ are you even doooooooooiiiiiiiiiinnnngggg~?" "W-we... we could..." Her voice trailed off as she let go of his shirt. "So... so maybe..."
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 30 - 4/4 | DATE: October 21st, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England Adam looked to the girl and just stared at her. He was seemingly just staring at her before he started to clutch his head in pain. "Stop it... stop it... stop it..." This seemed so familiar. It was almost as if he was hearing voices in his head, unbearable assaulting his mind. "I SAID STOP IT!" The sheer volume of his voice cause Joslyn to jump back in surprise. Is... Is he really suffering from a voice in his head? Adam looked around after realizing that he had just screamed out loudly. First he looked to her before shifting his gaze to Hana. Suddenly, he got up and left the room still clutching his head and tears falling from his eyes, whispering, "Just go..." Joslyn was contemplating what to do right then. Should she go after him and try to talk to him? Should she just do nothing like everyone else? She thought about it. "Jeez. What's that kid's problem? Is he fucked up in the head?" "Thaaaaaaaaaaaaat~ was completely out of noooooooowheeeeeeeeeerrrrreeeeeeeee~." "What the hell, man? It's obvious this guy is a lost cause. Let's just get the hell out of here." "No." She had made up her mind by this point. "What?" Joslyn stood up and went after him, unsure of what to say. She didn't exactly know what was going on, but maybe, just maybe, she could help him with it. After catching up with him, she grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt. "U-umm..." This was bad, she wasn't confident about this at all. She wasn't sure about anything she could say at this point. But now that she had come this far, it would be stupid of her to just sit back down. After taking in a quick breath, she tried to get something out there. "I-i-i-if... If there's something wrong... y-y-you sh-sh-sho-should... you should try to t-talk... talk about it." Her eyes started to dart all over the place. "Be-because... if... if you're hearing voices... I... I've h-h-ha-had to d-deal with voices... in my head... m-my whole life..." She had no idea if what she was saying would help him, but she could only hope. "S-so... yo-yo-you're not th-the only one..."
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 30 - 3/4 | DATE: October 21st, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England After hearing Brandon speak, she was simply amazed by how he could just come out and say that so confidently. Even Victor and Tessa were shocked. "Di... Did... Did that kid just make sense?" "Thaaaaaaaaaat'ssssssss~ something I did NOT see coooooommmiiiiiiiiinnnggg~!" It was certainly impressive that he could say something like that. They started to doubt if that was the same person from before. He certainly looked like the same guy, but the words that came out of his mouth didn't sound like him. It wasn't rambling in the hopes of making people feel better. Afterwards, Hana spoke and Adam responded. Though, the entire time he spoke, he didn't even once mention anything about coming along with them. Would he come? That was the whole point of them coming there. "Why do you guys even care about having another person tag along anyways? We just got rid of some people. Why can't you be happy with the size of our party?" "Buuuuuuuuuuuut~... if this guy makes more fun, I certainly wouldn't miiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnd~" "Well I would, so butt out, dumbass." It was because the group got smaller that they had to work harder to get people. They needed a whole lot more people if they were gonna be able to do anything against those Dark Angels. "S-s-so..." The timid girl tried to speak. "Wi-will you be coming with us?" The voices in her head started to bicker again as she awaited an answer.
User Name: Bite the Dust Name: Vincent Antonio Zeppeli Angel: Raphael - God Heals Appearance: Here it is Age: 20 Location: Venice, Italy Occupation: Chef Religious Views: Christian Personality: Vincent is typically a friendly individual. He approaches tourists he sees and offers to show them around the city. Especially the ladies, being the womanizer that he is. Even if there is a man with a girl who is possible their boyfriend, he will approach them and flirt with them. Other: He hates masochists. EDIT: Artwork added EDIT 2: Location changed
Samuel Riviera DAY: 30 - 2/4 | DATE: October 21st, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Adam's Grandfather's House in Carlisle, England The morning hadn't been good for Sam. From the moment he woke up, he was sore in pretty much every part of his body. He was still sore as they walked over to wherever this Adam kid was. The feeling was just absolutely horrible, any sort of movement made him feel pain. Suffice it to say, Sam was not fond of the idea of walking in the least bit. At least it was relatively short. Relatively. It felt like a long time as they walked. When they finally got to the house, Sam was relieved. He wouldn't have to walk anymore. He could relax a little bit and let his sore muscles take a break. It was at this point that he could really go for a dip in a hot tub. Let the heat take away all of the pain and let the bubbles tickle his skin to relax him. Unfortunately for him, that dip in the hot tub wouldn't be happening any time soon. The kid knocked on the door and asked if anyone was home. If the compass was anything to go by, he should be in there. Well, should be. Whether or not it was this Adam guy, they had no definitive way of saying. For all they knew, this Adam that Harbonah mentioned could be somewhere else entirely. Fingers were crossed that he was there, though. After hearing some locks being fiddled with, the door opened slightly and a kid peered out from the other side. "Good morning... I didn't know people were still around." "We're not exactly from around here." He scratched his head. Even doing that much hurt. He really pushed himself the other day. "Anyways, is your name Adam?"
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Rowan Zachary Halstead DATE: January 27th, 2014 [Monday] Ø CURRENTLY: At Home Ø CONDITION: Finally sleeping Ø OOC: ORA ORA ORA! It was getting more and more difficult as time seemed to drag on and on. Minutes started to feel like hours. Suddenly, Reilly, a fellow teaching aide, had come up and asked if he was alright using sign language. Communicating with her at first was difficult, since he had absolutely no idea how to do sign language. He has since learned how to do sign language. The tired man rubbed his eyes again in a useless attempt to rid himself of tiredness. "Ah, yeah. I just got carried away with studying last night that I sort of forgot to sleep." He chuckled nervously. "See, the thing is that I started to research fruits to get a better understanding of them for drawing purposes." At that point, he put his pencil down on his sketch pad. "But then as I studied fruits, I started to study other subjects like vitamins and such because they were related." The rambling had begun. "So before I knew it, the sun had come up. I think I was studying about medical problems when I realized what time it was." He scratched his head. At some point during his rambling, the professor had officially started the class. He was going to continue talking to Reilly when all of a sudden, one of the students had come up to him. "Um, Mr. Rowan, sir, if you could help me on something. I, um, need some assistance on a sort of, um, effect." Emile brought what he was working on with him. "What is it?" He turned to face the androgynous looking young man. "I want to um, make a sort of fiery effect on this dragon's scales," he then pointed to the dragon in the odd fantasy warzone, "but I'm um, having trouble on picking colors and how to even make that effect." "Hmm..." That was a good question. "Well... If you want to create a fiery effect with the scales, I'd recommend starting with a base color of yellow on the scales. Afterwards, partially color over the yellow scales with orange," he started to point out what he was talking about on the image. "And then outline the scales with red. At least, that's my suggestion for your problem." After that, he had continued to switch between nodding off and drawing in his sketch pad. Occasionally, he would help any of the students that would come up to him, trying to the best of his ability to recommend solutions to their problems. Eventually, 8 PM rolled around and the class had ended. Even though he would've loved to help with clean up, the desire to sleep had been too great for him to delay going home any longer. So after bidding a tired farewell, he left the class to get home. The drive home was horrible, there were a few moments he almost fell asleep at the wheel. That wouldn't have been good at all. Like, at all. At the very least he got home safely, somehow. He shoved the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door to his house. Immediately he made his way to his room, carelessly tossing his bag aside in his room before crash landing in his bed. His bed had never felt more amazing than at that moment. It was so incredibly comfortable and so incredibly soft that he just stayed there for the rest of the night. He didn't even bother changing out of his clothes, he just lay face down in his wonderfully fluffy bed and fell asleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 29 - 5/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Abandoned Barn in Carlisle, England The day was just absolutely horrible. They had to fight off hordes of possessed humans, met with that horrid Harbonah, and the French kid, Shane, got killed. Shit was piling up and Sam wasn't willing to deal with any of it. He felt downright horrible, especially since he indirectly caused Shane's death. It pissed him off to no end. Had he known she would do that, he would've gone straight for her neck or her heart. Any place that would more permanently incapacitate her. Mr. Know-it-all had led all of them to a seemingly abandoned barn, where they decided to cremate Shane's body. Sam followed his instructions, which annoyed him a little, though not as much as it could have. His mind was heavy with the events of the day. They were starting to catch up to his body, which made him feel heavily fatigued. After everything was said and done, he found a spot and quickly went to sleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 29 - 5/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Abandoned Barn in Carlisile, England After everything was said and done, and Shane's cremation was taken care of, she found a spot in the barn and went to go to sleep. She had cried during the cremation, something she had never seen before. It seemed like a horrible thing to burn someone up after they died, but she didn't question it. She just watched as it happened. It didn't matter anyways, he was dead, so it wouldn't hurt. Joslyn lay in her spot, with some tears in her eyes, and eventually fell asleep.
11 Samuel Riviera DAY: 29 - 4/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Annihilated Hotel in Carlisle, England The white-haired woman didn't move. Sam was able to plunge the knife into her abdomen. Her pale hands wrapped around the handle of the blade, a black sludge-like substance pooling around the wound. Suddenly, Red was gasping for air from where she was, that means that whatever Harbonah did must've been undone. She scrambled to her knees as the white-haired bitch fell over backwards. Harbonah pulled the blade out of her abdomen and winced in pain. A groan escaped her, her hands covered in her own black blood. "Wrong. Move." the injured woman spouted through gritted teeth. Red rushed over to Sam's side as the black knife flew past her. The knife successfully found its resting place in Shane's chest. After that, everything seemed to fade away. The collapsed hotel, Harbonah lying on the floor, Red gasping in shock. All of it just seemed to disappear from around him. The only thing that remained was the image of the knife plunged into his chest. Even though he didn't know him all that well, he was somebody who had decided to travel with them. A somebody that wanted to save the world. And now, indirectly through Sam's action, he was dead. Gone. Pushing on daisies. His blood boiled at the thought. Sam clenched his hand into a tight fist. There was no way he was going to let them get away with that without further casualties. As he slowly started to become aware of his surroundings again, he heard Red say something. "We ... we need to stop them," she said feebly. Sam was going to do more than stop them, he was going to utterly destroy them. He was going to indulge himself and let loose. "They're gonna pay," he said as he walked towards the horde of possessed people. Sam drew his weapon and bathed it in flames once again. "I'll make sure of it." He ran towards them and cut them up good. As he fought, he noticed that Cassandra had engaged Alana, who seemed to be Harbonah's right hand. She swung the blade at her feet. Though he didn't doubt her skills as a fighter, he wanted to make sure that Alana was finished off properly. After dealing with a few of the possessed close to him he rushed over and attacked Alana from behind.
Rowan Zachary Halstead DATE: January 27th, 2014 [Monday] Ø CURRENTLY: In Class Ø CONDITION: No Sleep Ø OOC: Not sleeping like a certain guy typing this post right now... This wasn't good, he didn't get any sleep at all. He was up all night researching various different subjects on the net. At first, he started studying about different types of fruits, which led to him studying vitamins, which led to him studying about system deficiencies and so on and so forth. As he studied, he did little sketches here and there to get a basic idea of how to go about drawing what he just learned. This continued on until, completely unaware of the time, the sun was up in the sky. It wasn't good to start his mornings like this, especially ones he had to go to class. He had no time to make himself breakfast, though there was enough time to pick up some Starbucks along the way. A hot sandwich and a coffee should be enough to keep him up. Hopefully. He barely got through the day running on coffee and that sandwich. So far so good. Now it was time for him to get to the art class he was helping with. Rowan thoroughly enjoyed helping out in that class because he got to help others with their art. Not to mention that he was able to get a glimpse of what was floating around in those little heads of theirs. It was always interesting to see whatever drawings, paintings, and sculptures they made. The class was something he always looked forward to, even if he was having a horrid day. His lack of sleep was starting to get to him. As he was heading to the class, he started to nod off. A couple of times, he almost fell flat on his face. That wasn't good. After a while of walking, and rubbing his eyes, he finally looked around and realized that he was going in the complete opposite direction of the art class. After taking in a couple of breaths, and slapping himself in the face, he turned around and headed for the classroom. Hopefully he wouldn't be too late. If he started to quicken his pace, he should be able to get there in time. Hopefully. Maybe. When he finally got to the class, he pushed open the doors. He looked inside and saw that there were still some people that weren't there. That was good, he wasn't the last one there. "Afternoon guys." he managed to say through a yawn. "Whew... Sorry about that. Didn't exactly get to sleep last night." He chuckled nervously as he walked in. Rowan walked over to his seat and plopped himself into it. There were bags underneath his eyes and his eyes were very blood-shot. Okay, I really need some sleep... He pulled his sketch pad out and started to doodle things randomly. Things mostly related to sleep, such as sheep and clouds and various other soft and fluffy things. Another yawn escaped him as he rubbed his eye in a feeble attempt to get rid of the heaviness in his eyes.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 29 - 3/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Annihilated Hotel in Carlisle, England She rolled her eyes and pulled the obsidian ring off of her finger, dropping it into her pocket. A voice rang out and she narrowed her eyes at Henrik. "Kill the demons inside Azazel then." The bitch scoffed. "And you thought I have a sense of humor. Hah! No." Her expression went from mocking to deadpan. "And how exactly would that benefit me? The demons in her head allow for the Morning Star to keep constant tabs on his bride." She rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist. The obsidian knife on Sam person flew to her and she caught it effortlessly. She leaned in close and tapped the tip of the blade to his nose before rocking back with a joyful look on her face. "Well now. I was wondering if Danel ever planned on taking this back from you. Apparently not. I guess this will make things more fun. Why don't you decide Abaddon. You like to destroy things. I bet you're itching to get your hands on someone else with all my puppets gone. I'll give you your knife back and you can kill someone. If you do it, then only one will have to die." She cocked her head to the side and gazed up at him thoughtfully. Then the bitch extended the knife out to him. "Samuel don --" "Quiet you! You always try to stop Abaddon from being what he is. Destruction." She snapped her fingers and Red fell to the ground clutching her throat. No sound came out of her voice and she was staring up at the others with wide fearful blue eyes. "Abaddon. What would you like to do?" She said, turning her attention back to the large man Sam started to chuckle as she held the knife out in front of him. He had completely forgotten about the damned thing. His chuckle grew louder and louder, turning into full-blown laughter. "Why ask a question you already know the answer to?" He spoke as he grabbed the knife from her hand, his laughter slowly stopping. "I guess you really are stupid." Sam admired the blade as he held it. "I enjoy breaking and killing things. It's what I do best." He tilted his head to the side and looked at the others. "So I'm not gonna apologize for what I'm about to do." A wicked smile crossed his lips. Without a moments hesitation, he drove the knife towards Harbonah's abdomen.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 29 - 2/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: In front of destroyed Hotel in Carlisle, England Despite all of their efforts, everyone ended up being captured. They weren't being eaten, even though those damned things looked like they wanted to take a bite. It was bad enough that he was captured by those things, but to have to be looked at like a piece of meat. Must be what a whole-roasted pig feels like... He would've lashed out against all of them if he didn't wear himself out. It sucked, but he had to deal with it. "Hello everyone," some girl greeted enthusiastically. She waved her hand at the zombies. "You are all dismissed." she spoke in a commanding voice. They left reluctantly, all but One. A joyful smile stretched across her face and the mist encircled the angels, holding them in place. She studied face after face. "Wow. It's like a family reunion!" The girl clapped her hands together. "Did you like what I did in Norway? I mean, it was awfully tame compared to the earthquake, but I can do better. Destruction everywhere!" She giggled and clapped her hands together once more, the hotel exploding into ash and rubble in front of her eyes. Joyful laughter escaped her as Sam whistled as the hotel fell. Her head cocked to the side and she tapped her pointer finger to her chin. "Aren't you missing someone? Hm... Where did Azrael go? Shucks. I was really looking forward to talking to him! Oh, but Abaddon, how I have missed you! Destruction," she pointed to him, "Annihilation," and she pointed to herself. "You guys look tired. I hope my puppets didn't wear you out too much. It would be no fun if you're all pooped. I mean, I can't let you take Adam with you, but maybe we could have fun together instead? Oh! Where are my manners? I'm sure most of you are still working on regaining all your memories and knowledge. I am Harbonah, Angel of Annihilation! It's a pleasure, really." "Whatever." Sam didn't even look at her when he spoke. "To me you only got one name right now. Stupid. Bitch." He looked straight at her as he said the last part.
