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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ✔ ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 9 ⦙ 1/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ September 30, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Motel ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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Hana woke up to find Hay Sun gone. Hopefully she didn't take off. From the way it sounded, the Asian girl had nowhere to go. Joslyn was asleep on the bed beside her and Ambriel on the floor. She crawled out of bed and hurried off to the bathroom to shower and change quickly. Her body was covered in a thick layer of sweat and she felt disgusting. The shower only partially helped. Even on cold it was still semi warm. She dried her hair and put on a lightweight t-shirt dress. She needed her shoulders covered. Her whole body was pink and burned painfully. Hana layered up in a ton of Aloe Vera before exiting the bathroom.​

She made her way across the room and tried to quietly clean up, packing things as she went. They needed to leave today, but there was no way she could fit everyone in her car. Samuel had been occupying the front seat of a car when she first saw him. Was it his? No way. He was a fugitive. It must have been stolen. She wasn't a fan of that idea. There was no way she would take it with them, but there was barely enough room in her car for Joslyn and herself.

Hana picked up her laptop and turned on the Hot Spot, connecting to the internet. She opened the instant messenger to see that Jehoel's icon was still green. When she tried to call him, he again did not answer. It was making her extremely uncomfortable. Why wasn't he responding to her? She decided to send him a message.​

She mashed her lips together nervously before shutting the laptop and turning off the Hot Spot. Hana shoved them into the duffel bag and reached for the velvet box under the bed. Her hands trailed along the spine and she made a popping noise as she opened it. The contents glittered and shined brightly in the light of the motel room. Hana slammed it shut before shoving it inside her backpack. She checked the compass, it appeared to still be in its standby mode and let it fall back underneath the collar of her dress. Painfully, she hefted the bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. She opened it absently and almost ran into the motorcycle sitting directly in front if it. ❝ Who the hell put this here? ❞

Hana eyed the bike in annoyance and noticed a note attached to the handle bars. There was also one on the ground by her feet. She picked up both notes and groaned. One was from Salgiel, the other she could only assume was from Leon. What a ridiculous alias he chose.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Small Restaurant

"It's more like what you want, Paco." She answered curtly, "Wanna keep that pretty tongue of yours? I'm sure you do. Stop calling me sweetheart." Sam chuckled at her threat.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop calling you that." Afterwards, he ordered for the both of them. As they waited, the girl adjusted herself in her seat. He leaned back in his seat, the same as the little lady did.

"So what's little Red calling you?" She seemed to be curious as to who he was. "Well, besides whatever your name is. Something Latin, or from the Bible."

"Well, if you must know, little Red has taken to calling me Abaddon. Not that I care much for it. I don't even know who the hell that is." She still seemed to be curious about something else. Whatever it was, he hoped she'd spit it out already.

"Where're you from, anyway?" Well, that was a stupid question. Asking the Mexican where he's from, while sitting in a little restaurant in Mexico. That's rich, that's real rich.

"Well, if you couldn't tell from the accent, I was born here in Mexico. I take it from your accent that you're from France. Although you look like you could be from somewhere in Asia." He took a sip of the drink that sat in front of him. "Well, since you've been asking me so many questions, little lady, why don't I ask you some? What's your name? You haven't introduced yourself since we met."

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ RESTAURANT • MEXICO
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Abbadon, huh? Hay Sun recalled her time spent in the library; And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon. Revelation 9:11, the book all about the coming and going of the Apocalypse.

Hay Sun narrowed her eyes at him. Accents didn't mean much to her; frankly, she hadn't been paying much attention to his. Hell, she was here in Mexico, all the way from Europe — he could have been from somewhere else, too.

❝Well, since you've been asking me so many questions, little lady, why don't I ask you some? What's your name? You haven't introduced yourself since we met.❞

To tell a real name or to not. Red would probably spill it soon enough, so there was no point in lying about it. ❝Hay Sun. My mom was Korean . . . Some of my friends like to call me Mickey, if that's easier for you.❞ she replied evenly, and then their food was set on the table. ❝From France, yes. Angel Airlines brought me here,❞ she replied with some sarcasm, ❝On some mission to 'save the world' or whatever that noise is.❞

She looked out the window and saw Red standing next to . . . Her motorcycle. A small bit of relief broke over her face. ❝Huh. Boy Scout's honor, I guess,❞ she murmured to herself, and then looked back up at Paco, ❝Your name? Or maybe they gave you a nickname in the pit?❞ She was taking a stab in the dark about the prison deal, but it seemed likely.​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Small Restaurant

"Hay Sun. My mom was Korean... Some of my friends like to call me Mickey, if that's easier for you" Hay Sun. That's a weird name, but whatever. People can name their kids whatever they hell they want to. The food was set after she said that. He started eating as she talked. "From France, yes. Angel Airlines brought me here," She answered with a sarcastic tone in her voice. "On some mission to 'save the world' or whatever that noise is." Sam scoffed when she said 'to save the world'.

She looked out of the window of the little eatery they were in. Probably at the motel that they had stayed in. The little lady muttered something to herself before turning her attention back to Sam. "Your name? Or maybe they gave you a nickname in the pit?" He swallowed the food he had in his mouth and chuckled.

"Well, the name's Samuel. Though in the pit, they just called me a maniac and shit like that. Well, sending people to the hospital on a regular basis seems to earn you that name in there." Sam took another bite out of his food. He kept looking at her and got curious. "Say, how old are you anyways?"

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 9 ⦙ 1/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ September 30, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Restaurant ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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Hana maneuvered around the bike and made her way over to the beat up yellow bug. She wrestled with the trunk until it popped open. It was about time to get a new one. She would have to make a pit stop to her storage unit in Texas on the way to New York. She had units all over the world. Hana had to keep a list of them all on her so that she wouldn't forget where each was located. They held many various items: clothes from different eras, vehicles, weapons, money, treasures, papers, and more. She slammed the trunk shut and looked around the street. It was fairly empty. There was a small restaurant across the street and she could see Samuel and Hay Sun sitting in the window. That made for a terrible combination.​

She sighed and crossed the street hesitantly, keeping her backpack on. It was good for them to be talking and eating breakfast together, but the idea of Puriel and Abaddon spending too much time together was a little terrifying. They would make for a deadly team. The prospects of that were both a blessing and a curse. They were with her now, but for how long?

The door chimed as she opened it and Hana stood near the entrance. She didn't want to just walk over and interrupt them, but they would need to leave after breakfast. Hana pressed her lips together. They were chapped and cracking from the heat. Her whole body seemed to ache from the sunburn, but she pushed it out of her mind for now. As she walked, she glanced down at her feet. The sandals from yesterday really had left a strange tan--burn--line. Hana cleared her throat as she approached. ❝ There is no repentance for the angels after their fall, just as there is no repentance for men after death. ❞ she said while taking a seat beside Samuel. Hana ignored the stares and picked nervously at her fingernails. ❝ Basically, ❞ she started while staring down at her hands, ❝ we're not allowed to go back to Paradise no matter what our actions. Which is why I'm not forcing anyone to help. You all have a choice and if you don't want to join, you're more than welcome to go home, ❞ she said reluctantly.

Even Hana wasn't sure about fighting, but she wouldn't allow for the Morning Star to rise. It wasn't time for the Rapture. Revelations was not upon them. He needed to be held back and Jehoel not answering was making her very nervous. She feared for him and the potential of Leviathan being set free. If that happened, they were all in grave danger.​

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Monday, September 30, 2013 | Day 9: 1/5 | Mood: Jumpy | Music | Location: School​

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Adam got himself out of the locker and headed down to the office, where the school receptionist sat impatiently, "Mister Pike we called you down 20 minutes ago."​

Adam scratched the back of his head and smiled saying, "Sorry, I wasn't feeling too well and rushed to the bathroom on the way here."​

"Did you go to the nurse afterwards?"​

"No, I felt better as soon as I got out."​

"The dean is waiting for you in his office."​

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Adam walked slowly over towards the office and knocked on the door softly. ​

"Come in Mister Pike."​

Adam opened the door and without greeting the dean, took a seat in the chair. The dean tapped their hand on the desk and started speaking, "We heard a story this morning yesterday evening... something about the Richmond Manor?"​

Fuck that is where the party was...​

"We just wish to know if you knew anything about what happened to Renee Lorne ."​

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He blinked, he really didn't know. But he was glad it had nothing to do with his drinking.​

"Sorry, I do not..."​

"That is all we needed to know, please head back to homeroom before the be-"​

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There was suddenly a loud crash and the room went dark, the dean walked over to the window and opened up the blinds, only to find out it was just as dark as it was inside. Then a sudden burst of light came and they shut the window, "On second thought, Mister Pike, please make your way to the auditorium. We will be having all the students and faculty gather there."​

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Adam jumped up from his seat and left the office. Everything was dark, but he really did not care about that. He went in the opposite direction of the auditorium and walked over to the front of the school, on the inside, and sat near the large glass windows. The lightning in the air was frantic and scary. He backed up a couple of feet in fear and stared at the sky.​

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Well... that is... odd...​

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FREAK ELECTRICAL STORM IS NOW OVER THE BRITISH ISLES​

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THIS AFFECTS:​

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Adam Pike, Alistair Grey, & Tyson Malone​

 

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Lu pulled her brown hair into pigtails, tying ribbons into bows around the hair binders. The bandages on her face had been rewrapped and pulled tight so that they would not slip. Her wings were glamoured and the arm bandages were just on her bad arm. Instead of her usual dress, she wore a dark blue cotton sweater, and a pleated skirt. There was a bookbag over her shoulder and she skipped energetically down the street. "I just love playing dress up!" she giggled. The happy schoolgirl outfit bounced up and down on her body. There were thick-framed nonprescription glasses on her face and her blue eye looked from house number to house number.​

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Don't get too carried away Lu. You know what you're supposed to be doing. Danel spoke in her mind.​

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"Oh calm down Danel! Just because you had no luck, doesn't mean I won't. He did say he would stay out of it after all." she said allowed. She stopped skipping and was now standing on the front porch. Lu smiled a big toothy grin and then remembered that her teeth would scare easily. She rolled her eyes and glamoured them as well so that they would appear normal. Just one of those college student things. Lu knocked lightly on the front door, still smiling. When a pregnant woman answered the door, she greeted her energetically. "Hei, mitt navn er Lu. Jeg ser etter professor Brandt."​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ RESTAURANT • MEXICO
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When Paco scoffed at her mention of 'saving the world', she could tell he was on the same boat as her. Maybe.

He chuckled, ❝Well, the name's Samuel. Though in the pit - ❞ Aha, she knew it. ❝ - they just called me a maniac and shit like that. Well, sending people to the hospital on a regular basis seems to earn you a name in there.❞

She laughed; wasn't that the truth. Her friends telling the many stories involving the baseball bat never got old.

❝Say, how old are you anyways?❞

Hay Sun wondered why he wanted to know. Curiosity's sake, probably, but she still didn't like that glint in his eyes. Calling her 'little lady' and 'Sweetheart' didn't ease her down either. Then again, it really shouldn't bother her. Just because he was a man, older, taller, and heavier than her, didn't mean she couldn't take him down. Those factors certainly didn't help other people like him.

❝Seventeen,❞ she replied, taking a drink of her coffee. ❝You?❞

Just before he could answer, the door of the restaurant chimed and she looked over her shoulder to see Red, who was making her way over to them.

❝There is no repentance for the angels after their fall, just as there is no repentance for men after death.❞

Hay Sun raised an eyebrow, and listened on. Seriously though, what a way to kill the mood. It irked her to no end.

❝Do I look like I have a choice, Red?❞ she replied after the other was done, ❝I'm in Mexico , for fuck's sake, and I don't think Pretty Boy would let me go back home even if I wanted to.❞ She rubbed her face. ❝Don't get me wrong, I'm not on board with your ANGEL-OPs shit, but if you want me to even consider it, you've gotta throw me a bone or something. Prove that we're - ❞ She motioned between herself and Paco, ❝ - actually not humans, or whatever. Having seen Pretty Boy do his wing-jig might have been something, but it wasn't enough.❞

. . . Well, she had been having a nice morning.

I DO NOT LIKE THIS ANY MORE THAN YOU DO, HAY SUN WHITE, BUT AT LEAST GIVE XATHANAEL A CHANCE. I DO NOT PERSONALLY LIKE HER, BUT IN SUCH TIMES, PETTY BEHAVIOR IN INEXCUSABLE. Hay Sun scowled to herself. IT IS UNFORTUNATE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DRAGGED INTO THIS, BUT AS YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU, THERE IS NOT MUCH CHOICE IN THE MATTER.

❝. . . I should try and call Cassandra Hansen,❞ Hay Sun said after a bit of urging from that ridiculous voice in her head. ❝Where are we supposed to be going, anyway?❞​

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Small Restaurant

"Seventeen," She took a sip of her coffee. Talk about jail bait. "You?" Before he could tell her how old she was, little Red stepped into the eatery. Her entrance was signaled by a little chime. Oh great. He briefly wondered what she was gonna say as she approached them.

"There is no repentance for the angels after their fall, just as there is no repentance for men after death." Well, way to kill the mood, Red. I was trying to have a nice conversation and you fuck it up. Nice, real nice. He crossed his legs as he leaned back, scoffing as he did. "Basically, we're not allowed to go back to Paradise no matter what our actions. Which is why I'm not forcing anyone to help. You all have a choice and if you don't want to join, you're more than welcome to go home." There was a bit of reluctance in her voice as she spoke the last bit.

"Do I look like I have a choice, Red?" Hay Sun spoke as soon as Red finished speaking. "I'm in Mexico , for fuck's sake, and I don't think Pretty Boy would let me go back home even if I wanted to." Hmm, did Chicken Wings visit her too? "Don't get me wrong, I'm not on board with your ANGEL-OPs shit, but if you want me to even consider it, you've gotta throw me a bone or something. Prove that we're -" The girl quickly pointed between herself and Sam. "- actually not humans, or whatever. Having seen Pretty Boy do his wing-jig might have been something, but it wasn't enough." Well, certainly sounds like it.

"Well, that certainly a mouthful. I'll tell you the same thing I said last night: I'll tag along, but only as long as you entertain me. The moment I lose interest in you and your merry band of angels, I'm out." And I'll be taking Whitey with me He finished off the last of his food and took a sip of his drink after he spoke.

"... I should try and call Cassandra Hansen," After all of that, the little lady spoke up again. "Where are we supposed to be going, anyway?" He was curious as to what their next move would be. Oh, and he had to make sure to get the Obsidian Knife from the car. That was important for his job.

"Yes, Red. Do tell us where we're supposed to go next."

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 9 ⦙ 2/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ September 30, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Restaurant ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel//Hay Sun ❖


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❝Do I look like I have a choice, Red? ❞ Hay Sun replied sharply, ❝ I'm in Mexico , for fuck's sake, and I don't think Pretty Boy would let me go back home even if I wanted to. ❞ She rubbed her face. ❝ Don't get me wrong, I'm not on board with your ANGEL-OPs shit, but if you want me to even consider it, you've gotta throw me a bone or something. Prove that we're - ❞ She motioned between herself and Samuel, ❝ - actually not humans, or whatever. Having seen Pretty Boy do his wing-jig might have been something, but it wasn't enough. ❞​

❝ Well, that's certainly a mouthful. I'll tell you the same thing I said last night: I'll tag along, but only as long as you entertain me. The moment I lose interest in you and your merry band of angels, I'm out. ❞ Samuel added.

If Hay Sun wanted to go home, there was nothing stopping her, except maybe a passport. Oh God! Let her have a passport. That was going to make things more difficult if she didn't. She could prove to them, it would just make her very tired. Hana didn't look up. Her blue-eyed gaze was still pointed down at her hands. ❝ I can't bring out your powers, only you can, but I can show you mine. I can also tell you how to open that box of yours. You haven't seen what's in it, have you Hay Sun? ❞ She glanced up at the French-Asian. Hana redirected her gaze to Samuel and shook her head. ❝ Have the memories been getting to you? The only reason you haven't died in this life cycle is because I kept you from getting the death sentence. ❞
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❝ . . . I should try and call Cassandra Hansen, ❞ Hay Sun said a bit urgently. ❝ Where are we supposed to be going, anyway? ❞

❝ Yes, Red. Do tell us where we're supposed to go next. ❞

❝ As soon as you finish eating, ❞ Hana replied. She didn't order food when the waitress came back to the table, just water. ❝ I already have the car loaded up. Just have to gather the others. ❞ Hana glanced out the window and back to the motel. ❝ There's a bike waiting for you. I'm assuming Pretty Boy left it for you, as you refer to him. ❞ She sighed. ❝ He also isn't coming back, if you were expecting him to. ❞

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Shane soon opened his eyes after a somewhat good sleep. As he looked around, he noticed that there as some people missing from the room. He chose not to worry too much about it and instead get up and take a shower. There were plenty of minimal pains as he got up due to sleeping on the floor, but he dealt with it long enough to make into the shower. The shower helped to relive him of most of the aches that he was having, leaving him feeling refreshed as he put on a change of clothes.

As he walked out of the bathroom, the subtle rumbling of his stomach reminded him that he was hungry. Fortunately he had money to spend on something to eat thanks to his stay here. So he grabbed the few things that he had on had and left the motel. It took some looking around but he managed to find a eatery.

He took his first step into the restaurant and looked around to get a look around at some of the people already eating. There weren't many things that he'd even taste nor seen before, which was good since there were always some foods that he was curious about. Before he could make a decision on where to sit, he saw Hana and two others in the distance. He was curious as to what they were doing, cause they weren't exactly eating anything yet, so he headed their way.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ OUTSIDE • MEXICO
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Hay Sun decided that, despite the terrible first impression, she sort of liked Paco and his spunk.

When she mentioned the box, Hay Sun shook her head, and then began to wonder what was inside it and why Pretty Boy left it to her. He said that she told him to. Or Uriel had. Paco had been on death row? Christ, what the hell sort of criminal was he?

❝As soon as you finish eating,❞ Just at that moment, actually, Hay Sun had finished all of her food. she must have been more hungry than she thought. ❝. . . a bike waiting for you. I'm assuming Pretty Boy left it for you, as you refer to him.❞

She shrugged at the last bit. He hadn't told her his real name ( assuming it wasn't actually 'Leon', which she doubted ), so what else was she supposed to call him?

❝He also isn't coming back, if you were expecting him to.❞

❝I wasn't.❞ Hay Sun replied evenly. Half of her wanted him to, the other half cursed his existence, which was the more dominating part. ❝He dragged me into this mess, I'm not even sure if I want him to be breathing, still.❞ She stared down at her plate, but then looked back up at Paco and Red, ❝Well, ready? Let's get going.❞ She stood up, went to the counter to pay, set tip down, and then passed the other boy she recognized from yesterday.

❝. . . We were just leaving, getting ready to go.❞ she told him as she headed out of the small restaurant to retrieve her things from the motel room and pack them up onto her motorcycle.

Man, what a gang of misfits they all were. ❝Oy, Paco,❞ she called, finishing loading up her motorcycle with her bag and the mysterious box, ❝You wanna ride with Red, or me?❞ It was a bad idea, to some extent, but crashing the bike as self-defense was an option — and she had done it before, so there wasn't much to worry about.

She turned to Red, ❝Since you know where we're going, you can lead the way. And don't worry, I have a passport if we pass over national lines.❞​

 

DAY 11
Wednesday, October 02, 2013


❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ 3:30 A.M. ❖ WEARING ✔ ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 11 ⦙ 2/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 02, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Newark, NJ [Gas Station] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun//Joslyn❖


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There was a significant difference in temperature between Newark and Mexico City. It felt a thousand times better on Hana's sunburn. She was glad to be able to wear pants again--they were more modest. They were all stopped at a gas station in Newark. New York City was only drive over the bridge or through the tunnel away, but apparently Long Island was in a bit of a lock down. Traveling in and out of the city was difficult and would take hours. There was a plane crash that she hadn't heard about until they reached the States. It was all over the news--the next 9/11 as they called it. When she heard the recording, it sent chills down her spine.​

❝ Are you sure she's in New York City? ❞ Hana asked Hay Sun for what seemed like the millionth time. She had this feeling, not to mention the compass was pointing in a different direction, more Northeast. ❝ Can you try calling her or something? ❞ she asked while the pump attendant filled the tank of her car. It was one of the few things she liked about New Jersey; she never had to fill her own gas tank. Hana gave Joslyn the money to pay for it, along with buying snacks.

The trip north had been long and tiresome. She took the time cramped in her car to explain everything she knew to Joslyn ( after burning away her demons ), Salgiel ( whom she learned was actually named Dante ), and Ambriel ( who was named Shane ). Using the holy language, it was much easier for them to talk freely. With Joslyn from America, Dante from Mexico, and Shane from France; it had made translating difficult until they were all speaking one language. When they would stop for gas, Hana would do her best to fill in Hay Sun and Samuel as well so that no one was left out of the loop.

It was now slightly over a week and a half since Gabriel came to see her. They had about eighty more days until the Winter Solstice. She needed to attempt to train those that were already with her, along with continuing the search for more angels to stand beside them. They would be needing their weapons which were in London. The idea of giving Abaddon his sword back terrified her. They could wait a little while before they received their weapons.

Hana yawned. She was exhausted and ready for a fourteen hour nap, maybe after they found this Cassandra Hansen Hay Sun kept talking about. It was extremely early in the morning. She was thankful for the 24-hour gas station. They would need to find a motel soon. Hana was already running on fumes. When Joslyn came back out of the store, Hana looked at her expectantly. ❝ I hope you got me an energy drink, ❞ she commented.​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ CONTENT ✖ DAY 11 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ GAS STATION • NEW JERSEY
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Now this was the kind of weather that Hay Sun was used to. Nice and cool, and it actually felt like autumn. The United States was so goddamned huge, she wondered how people ever got around. She had a few relatives scattered about the county, here and there, but she hadn't told them that she was in the neighborhood, though her father had probably notified when she had first left France.

They had settled that. She had to lie to him of course. He understood when she put a positive spin on it. She needed to 'find' herself. Study at Buddhist temples; meditate more often. She actually hoped she got the chance to do that.

When they came to their most recent pitstop, they were somewhere in New Jersey. Newark, Red called it, and it wasn't much longer until they got to New York. She would finally get to meet Cassandra; Hay Sun had to admit, she was a little excited. Considering what happened, she hoped that she was still alive.

Man, was it really 3:30am? She still had trouble adjusting to the major change in timezones. It was about 9:30am at home, by now . . .

It was still pretty crazy; suddenly appearing in Mexico, taking a road trip across the United States with a bunch of stranger she didn't even know . . . Along the way, Red had done her best to answer Hay Sun's questions and her resolve in not believing that she was this supernatural being known as Puriel was barely hanging by the thread. Powers and other things were still pretty far fetched, but there had been a moment or two . . . Expecting to not meet trouble on a road trip was a ridiculous notion. They had run into a few thugs with her and Pa - . . . Sam tag teamed. Man, that had been great.

❝Are you sure she's in New York City?❞ Red asked Hay Sun for the umpteenth time. Jesus Christ, she wanted to punch this girl already. ❝Can you try calling her or something?❞

❝She might not even be there anymore. Doesn't your magic little compass point you in the direction?❞ She propped out the kickstand to her motorcycle and got off of it stretching her muscles and tightening the laces on her shoes. Driving that whole time with Sam hadn't been so bad, actually; proof of that was that they were still alive. She probably talked more to him than any of the others in their little gang of white doves.

She pulled out her phone and looked through her various notifications from Tumblr, text messages, missed phone calls, and other things. She had basically disappeared off of the face of the Earth, and everyone in her connections was worried. That was kind of nice. Opening her contacts list, she scrolled through the various names and numbers until she got to the one she wanted.

❝Calling Cass now,❞ she notified the others, while filling up her gas tank, ❝Oy, Paco, go into the station and get us some snacks. I'm starving. Make sure you get some more Dr Pepper. I drank the last few cans.❞ She tossed him two twenties. He gave her a look, and she scowled, ❝Okay, please?❞

The dial tone began, and Hay Sun waited, hopeful.​

 

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Cassandra had gone through a lot of emails and family calls over the past 40 hours or so. Her parents wanted to make sure she was okay and she reassured them that she was up in Albany with her roommate safe and sound. Her mother said that they were all going down to Philadelphia with the family and asked her if she wanted to come along, which she rejected.​

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To try and get her from totally going nuts over the New York situation, Lillian dragged her out to a couple of places to at least get her to have some fun, which worked some of the time, but Cassandra was often back on her phone replying to family and friends.​

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Lillian had taken her out to a movie the night before, and they got back at around 1 in the morning. Cassandra was actually really tired for once and fell asleep, and at around 3:30 her phone starting ringing it's loud default ringtone and it woke up Lillian, who stared at the phone and then threw a pillow at Cassandra,​

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"Answer the goddamn thing."​

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"...hm? sorry, I didn't know it was ringing."​

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She sluggishly grabbed at the phone and pressed the answer key, she didn't bother to check the number, if it was a robot she'd deal, and if it was a real person, they better have a really good reason to be calling, "Good morning, this is Cassie..."​

 

The sound of Tyson's bones cracking and popping echoed around his apartment. Tyson didn't look so good, he looked extremely tired and had a thin beard coming in. He's only gotta in a few cat naps here and there other then that he was running on his crappy coffee. He couldn't fall asleep, his dreams are getting to intense to let him. So he's been using this time to search for a woman for Temeluchus, and researching angels among other things.
His apartment was littered with piles of religious books, he couldn't use his laptop due to the power cutting in and out for the electrical storms. He was generally looking up Temeluchus and Danel. Given what he's learned about Temeluchus, he wasn't impressed. He kind of thought the chief torturer of hell would be more intimating and less like the twin girls from the Shining.
Tyson got a quick shower and got ready for work.

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ 3:30 A.M. ❖ WEARING❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 11 ⦙ 2/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 02, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Newark, NJ [Gas Station] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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❝ She might not even be there anymore. Doesn't your magic little compass point you in the direction? ❞ Hay Sun propped out the kickstand to her motorcycle and got off of it.

Hana glowered at the other girl and huffed in annoyance. ❝ It does, which is why I don't think she's still in New York City. ❞ She crossed her arms and brushed her bangs out of her face, before cracking open the can of orange flavored energy drink. ❝ We just really need to keep moving. I'm getting a weird feeling, ❞ she told Hay Sun.

❝ Calling Cass now, ❞ Hay Sun notified the others, while filling up her gas tank, ❝ Oy, Paco, go into the station and get us some snacks. I'm starving. Make sure you get some more Dr Pepper. I drank the last few cans. ❞ She tossed him two twenties. He gave her a look, and she scowled, ❝ Okay, please? ❞
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The interactions between the pair of them were strange and didn't help reassure Hana of the situation. Hana also did not care for the both of them constantly calling her 'Red.' She has a name! She watched as Hay Sun pulled out her phone, stared down at it for a minute, and then lifted it to her ear. Hana inched closer to her, but was wary of the other girl's personal space. She wanted to hear. It would make her feel better if she knew which angel they were on their way to go find. Cassandra Hansen. Hana was also rather curious as to how Hay Sun knew about Cassandra. The other girl knew about her before she did. She yawned and craned her neck to hear.

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"And how has it been going?"

The shadowed figure in the skeletal throne room crossed his legs in his seat. There was an overall air of darkness to him that was even more sinister than the place itself. He waved his hand expectantly and the brown-haired angel on his knee rose to his feet. He was growing tired of Danel's company. The Morning Star wanted his true generals back--the ones that would cause the real damage in the mortal world.

"All is as planned. The bumps in the road have been smoothed over." Danel informed him with a closed fist held over his heart.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow and also rose, though his movements were even more swift and elegant than the angel standing in front of the pedestal. The blackish flames in the sconces on the walls flickered and licked at the each other, feeding off of one another. "And as for the collections?" he asked coolly.

"They will be delivered as promised. Your queen shall be retrieved, and as for the other one," Danel paused and waved towards the arched doorway of the throne room.

The demon Beelzebub came walking in, dragging a chained angel after him. He was naked with leathery skin and wings. There were horns coming out of his head and a thin sharp tail from his rear. Four large tusks protruded out of his mouth and his eyes were beady and birdlike. His ears were pointed like an elf and he seemed to be producing some form of noxious gas. The angel chained behind him was tall and black with a buzz cut hair. His wings that were gold and ivory, were now crimson--splattered with dried blood. He was bloody and beaten and a hellhound was on his heels. "Kneel," Beelzebub hissed. When the man didn't, he kicked his legs out from under him and smashed his face into the obsidian tile on the ground.

"We'll get the location of Leviathan out of Jehoel soon enough my Liege. I swear it." Danel told him.

Lucifer smiled his sinister triumphant grin before falling back into his thrown and laughing loudly. It was only a matter of time.

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 11 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ GAS STATION• NEW JERSEY
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Hay Sun threw Red a look when she came closer. Nosey. If she wanted to hear the call, she could wait. Hay Sun stepped away and tapped record for later reference.

Her attention returned to the call when a tired voice spoke, ❝Good morning, this is Cassie . . .❞

Hay Sun's face lit up and she looked at the others with excited eyes, ❝Bonjour, Cassie. C'est Hay Sun, do you remember me?❞ she asked, ❝Is everything alright where you are? Where are you, anyway? There's a lot going on, and I'm looking for you. Well, we are. But don't worry about the others.❞

The situation wasn't going to be easy to explain, and it was something that she still wasn't comfortable with, but as far as she was concerned, Cassandra was one of the only ones in this little gang that she actually liked — and she hadn't even met her, yet.​

 

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---Date: Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013 ---Day: 11 | 2/5 --- Interaction: Hay Sun --- Working: No --- City: Albany --- OOC: - - -​

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❝Bonjour, Cassie. C'est Hay Sun, do you remember me? Is everything alright where you are? Where are you, anyway? There's a lot going on, and I'm looking for you. Well, we are. But don't worry about the others.❞​

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Oh fuck no I thought this angel shit was over and done with... I can calm down... its just Hay Sun...​

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Cassandra sat up in her bed and whispered into the phone, "Oy Hay Sun, I am glad to hear from you again I really am but it is extremely early in the morning."​

"Cassiiiie, can you take your call outside of the room, out in the back would be best..."​

Cassandra moved the phone from her mouth and replied back, "Calm down Lilly I am walking out..."​

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Cassandra left the room and walked down stairs and headed to the backyard, when she reached the 1st floor she put the phone back up to her ear and spoke as she walked outside, "Sorry for the silence... um, I am fine other then the attack in Manhattan. We had to evacuate, the building across the street was on fire and the people on the street we-"​

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Cassandra cut herself off, then she sat on a bench then continued, "I don't wanna talk about it anymore right now honestly... but we came up here to Albany with my roommate's family. So everything has been... okay other than replying to family. Enough about me though... you said you were looking for me? Are you in the U.S? Where are you? You don't have to answer any of it of course, but if you are in America, that must have been one hell of a flight check..."​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 11 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ GAS STATION• NEW JERSEY
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❝Oy Hay Sun, I am glad to hear from you again, I really am, but it is extremely early in the morning.❞ Cassandra was whispering and Hay Sun surmised that she was with someone else.

She internally cringed. Like she said, the timezones thing was still taking a little getting used to. ❝I know, I know,❞ she replied, slightly sheepish, ❝United States timezones are very strange to me.❞

Cassandra said something to someone else, and then there was a bit of rustling. She then explained that there was an attack in Manhattan, and that they had evacuated the city. Hay Sun bit her lip at this because it seemed like it had been a pretty shitty experience. When she was told that Cass was taking up refuge in Albany ( the capital of New York, Hay Sun learned ), she mouthed that to Red, and then continued to listen.

❝. . . about me, though . . . You said you were looking for me? Are you in the US? Where are you? You don't have to answer any of it, of course, but if you are in America, that must have been one hell of a flight check . . .❞

Hay Sun openly laughed, switching leaning positions against her motorcycle. ❝It's a long story, but yes, I'm in the US. New Jersey, actually. Not too far from yourself, I think? I don't know the specific geography very well.❞ she said, filling up a bit of conversation. A short silence lingered, and then she continued after sighing, switching modes, ❝Look, this is gonna be a tough pill to swallow, I'm here with a ragtag team of secret agents who are bent on saving the world. Remember when I first called you, about angels? Yeah, they — we — I . . . think it's all true. Turns out, you're like me, and the rest of us.❞

She laughed with irony, tiredly running a hand through her black hair. God, she really was starting to keel over on this damn thing . . . She glanced over at Red and repressed a glare.

❝Either way, we're coming to see you, and we should be there, soon. You won't have to come with us, but the situation will be explained more.❞​