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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 15 ⦙ 2/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Sunday ⦙ October 06, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ Albany, NY [Hotel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Dante//Joslyn ❖


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❝ Hey Hana. ❞

The voice came from behind her. Hana climbed out of the car and have Dante a slight wave. ❝ Hey, are you feeling better? ❞ He looked better, sort of. His skin was still pale and his hair silvery. One eye remained golden, while the other was now a bluish-gray. That was quite a significant change. What had he been trying to do while she wasn't looking? He did look more and more like his true self, but no one should have undergone a change like that in such a short period of time. It was no wonder his body had been so overwhelmed the day before.

There were footsteps and she looked past Dante to see Joslyn's familiar white-haired form coming their way. She hadn't had any real quality time with her since this all began. Maybe while they were in London?

❝ Good morning~, ❞ she greeted with a yawn. ❝ Where are we going this time~? ❞

Hana smiled at her and brushed her red hair out of her face. ❝ London. I have something for you Joslyn. ❞ She skipped back to the station wagon and reached through the window of the front see. She opened the backpack and pulled out the small blue booklet. Hana flipped it open to check the ID, then pulled her torso out of the car. She took quick steps back to Joslyn and held it out to her. ❝ Here, this is a passport for you. I picked it up a bit ago. ❞

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She had given him a wave so he nodded slightly back at her with a soft smile. He took to leaning on the car to rest and laid his bags on the floor.

"I am better, but still really weak. It is hard to do much at the moment. I noticed my hair isn't black anymore and that my eye stayed blue..."

There were footsteps and Dante turned his head slowly, clenching his teeth from the soreness. He smiled at the white haired girl and looked her over. She had bags under her eyes and had a lazy walk to her.

"Didn't get enough sleep, eh Joslyn?"

The name of the place caught his attention and his gaze shifted towards Hana.

"An angel is there, I'm guessing? I'll have to say that I have bleached my hair slightly and lost a contact lens when we get to the airport."

London would be an interesting place to visit. Salgiel had never been on the other side of the globe before. He had always loved to travel, but it was a little hard to travel to too many places with Fog. A frown came upon his face as he felt the distance between himself and his steed.

 

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Time Skip to Airport​

11:03 AM​

Flight Leaves in One Hour!​

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everything and waiting for some time now.​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ TIRED ✖ DAY 15 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/06/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ AIRPORT • ALBANY, NY
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Hay Sun had kept her distance from the others all morning. Even sitting down in the boarding area, she had kept a few seats down from them. Her mind kept cycling from the dreams that she was a time-bomb, or that they were leaving her. She didn't need their company, not on any level, but . . . It was unnerving. It had probably been triggered by last night, she thought, when they did leave her and that weird teleportation shit happened.

Why was she here again?

. . . Right, Pretty Boy wanted her to be here. Still, she wasn't so sure she wanted to stay. Things were moving fast, and she didn't even know if she could rely on these people. She glanced over at Red and Sam in particular.

Well, if she did want to leave, she was at an airport.

Ugh, they had been waiting here forever, it felt like. Hay Sun was on her feet in an instant, removing her black coat and stretching. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and kneaded out her shoulders and arms from being immobile too long. She was definitely sore, but at least it didn't hurt like yesterday.

❝I'm gonna grab a snack,❞ Hay Sun said to Red before walking off. She kind of wanted some coffee, but the only available coffee here was Starbucks. Americans. she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. Her father's coffee was definitely better than their's, but she couldn't deny that she had come to the café once or twice and didn't have a favorite. And it was just as unhealthy in France as it was in America.

She walked into the store with her hands in her pockets and ordered coffee with a slice of lemon pound cake. She had to admit, the aroma of the store was soothing to her wound up nerves. Hay Sun took her seat in a corner table and began to relax. Maybe she should write . . . But she left her journal back in the waiting area. SIGH. If only someone could bring it to her.

Hay Sun kind of felt lazy.​

 

Richard Carver:
{---Day 15 (3/5)---Date: October 6th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Sore---Ooc: N/A}

Richard woke up that day and was about to get out of bed when he realized he had slight trouble moving. As unwilling as he was to get up out of bed he finally did. All the while he felt pain surge through his body and realized why he was in such pain. Yesterday, in his exercising efforts to forget all of his unsettling troubles, he realized he had overexerted himself and ended up with his sore muscles now. "Crap." He was not pleased with this development and knew that mentally and physically he wasn't going to be able to go fencing today. That bothered him.

Regardless he went along with his day as usual, minus the fencing. Austin was wanting to check up on him, but Richard shot down any form of Austin trying to invite himself over. Other people usually weren't the cure to his problems and Austin's usually jovial nature probably wouldn't do him any favors. Richard was the type of person who could always solve his problems himself and so he wasn't going to try and drag anyone else into it. He pulled out two frozen waffles out of the freezer and didn't even bother to heat them. He simply sat down, turned on the TV, and ate away.

 

When everyone was ready Hana had them file into the car. It was a little bit of a tight fit, considering the amount of angels that had been recruited so far. Hopefully The Hidden One had a few more tricks up her sleeve regarding travel. Dante didn't think that he could survive being more than elbow to elbow with the others in the car. A plane ride seemed like a hell of a break. The long hours would do wonders for his soreness.

He had been asleep almost the whole car ride to the airport. With what happened the day before, he was too exhausted to stay awake for long when in a comfortable position. Still, he loved his new look, even though he got strange stares from everyone around him.

Salgiel had to put his trusty arrows and weapons with his clothes to be checked in under the plane. There was no way he could carry on that stuff. To save himself the trouble of carrying on the weapon bag mostly empty, he bought himself a small drawstring backpack at the airport and had the two main bags checked in. It was very nice because it was light. All it had was a two hundred page book, a small sketchbook, some pencils, his phone plus charger, passport, and some snacks.

There was still a good while until they had to board and he was sitting down to conserve energy. Hay Sun had run off to go see some shops or something. He kind of wanted to go also, but it seemed like she didn't like any of them. After about five minutes he got antsy and wandered off in her direction, his bag secured with Hana and the group. She was in a nearby Starbucks so he approached her table, being wary of her explosive nature. He took a seat near her and smiled softly.

"Hello, Hay Sun. How are you?"

 

The reports had come in saying the electrical storm had died down. It was finally safe for the planes to come into England. The airline boarded the plane as quickly as they could and departure went off without a hitch. The sky went from blue to pink to gray and finally to black as time went on. Hours went by. Everything was fine, smooth gentle sailing through the skies. It was early morning now. London was only two hours away. A very feint streak of pink light was beginning to bleed through the horizon. It was always a beautiful sight. To the north, the sky was still a deep dark gray with brilliant flashes of light below the plane. They were high and far enough away that the storm clouds wouldn't reach them. Gray streaks were angled towards the ground -- rain. Storms were always quite a sight from way up here.

"Attention passengers, the current time is now 4:15. We will be landing in London in two hours." the captain's voice came over the intercom.

Everything was fine. The flight attendants moved up and down the aisles offering drinks and taking blankets from the waking passengers. So many people had been on edge since the Manhattan crash. The cause was still under debate. 'He Rises,' played through the minds of most all of the passengers, along with the staff.

The plane began to rumble. One of the flight attendants gripped the seats across from each other to keep herself balanced. Lights flickered and the shaking continued. The fasten seat belt sign flashed and there was a crackling before the captain's voice came over the intercom once more.

"Attention passengers, we are just going through a small bit of turbulence, nothing to worry about. Please return to your seats and it should pass in no time." The crackling ceased and there was another shudder of the plane as the flight attendants began to pull and push their carts back to the ends of the plane to secure them and fasten themselves into the chairs.

More shuddering. Something streaked past the window and a piece of paneling from the left wing broke off.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ TIRED ✖ DAY 15 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/06/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ AIRPORT • ALBANY, NY​

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Hay Sun had to admit, she didn't like airplanes, but this was kind of better than being suddenly whisked away by some pretty stranger she barely knew. Dante had tried to talk to her earlier, at Starbucks, but she kind of shrugged him off. The only good thing to come of the conversation was learning his name, finally.​

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She had been in a relative daze for most of the beginning of the ride, until they announced that it was two hours until London. Hah. How strange; London. She had always wanted to go traveling, she guessed.​

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The plane shook a little, and it was announced that there was turbulence. Oh, that was fine. Ish. Until the plane began to react more violently, and then something on the outside snapped. Oh, holy hell. That was the plane.​

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. . . And now it was going down. She looked up at the others who were beginning to panic as well. Uh, fuck. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't just randomly teleport whenever the fuck she wanted to. I could use some help here, Uriel! she cried in her head, but they - it - he wasn't responding. What a fucking great time for this.​

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Ah, hell. What could she do - what could they all do? They could jump out, but they'd have to time it right! Hey, Pretty Boy, a little help here would be nice! she thought in a rush, hating herself for even thinking out to him. As if he could hear here anyway . . . Fuck, I didn't sign up for this.​

 

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Hay Sun had shrugged him off earlier at Starbucks. He just thought that it was a good idea for everyone to start getting to know each other since they will be spending a lot of time around each other. Oh well. He can't say that he didn't try. ​

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Well... it's not like I entirely trust anyone here either. ​

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After a few moments of silence he got up and bowed his head to her.​

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"It was good to meet you."​

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He then left to be with the others.​

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They boarded no too long after. Dante had slept most of the way. He had woken up in just enough time to feel the turbulence and catch the captain's message. One of the wings started to fall apart.​

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"Holy f*cking Jesus..."​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 15 ⦙ 4/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 07, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ International Waters [Plane] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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The moment the plane began to rumble Hana stopped breathing. She had been holding in her breath for so long. Her blue eyes caught sight of the sheet metal flying off the wing in the early morning light. More pieces seemed to be coming off and the plane continued to shudder. Everyone was locked in their seats with their belts. Hana clasped her hands together and bowed her head quickly, saying a silent prayer. Her thoughts were interrupted.​

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❝ Holy fucking Jesus... ❞ It came from Dante. He really shouldn't swear in such a manner.

Passengers were panicking. The oxygen masks had deployed. A voice came over the intercom and she recognized it as the pilot.

❝ Attention passengers: I am doing all I can right now to keep the plane upright and gliding. There is a bit of resistant from the exterior of the plane, but I have faith in keepin -- ❞

There was some alarms going off. A passenger opened the emergency door and freezing air was blasting through the cabin. He was sucked out. They were nearing the water. The plane continued to drop at an alarming speed. A million thoughts were flying through Hana's head. They needed help. Who? There was no one to help them. Gabriel had already provided more than possible. Jehoel wasn't answering. So many possibilities flashed through her mind in the matter of a second. Shane was the angel of Protection, but he had yet to come into any sign of powers.

Her blue eyes shifted to each of them. Connections... Connections... They stopped on Hay Sun. He had been watching her. Even though Hana had told her that the odds of Leon showing himself again any time soon were slim to none, that didn't mean he would just stop watching. He wouldn't let her just die, would he? If dying were an option, he wouldn't have broken so many rules to bring her to Mexico. He brought her there, and by means that were far from natural.

❝ Hay Sun! ❞ she called from over the shrieks and the suctioning of air. Possessions were flying everywhere, being whisked out the door. She wanted to move to the other girl, but unbuckling would most likely mean certain death. ❝ Hay Sun, you need to call him! Call Leon! ❞ Her throat was already growing hoarse from shouting over the roars of the wind. She was freezing. Hana shivered and her red hair flew wildly around her face, but she didn't break eye contact from the French-Korean.

I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO HELP YOU, SO LONG AS YOU ASK ME RIGHT...

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ PANICKING ✖ DAY 15 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/06/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ AIRPLANE​

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Her mind was in a complete whirlwind of possible solutions; they could jump out of the plane, but it would have to be timed correctly, right? They would die if it wasn't. That wasn't good enough for her. They could use the raft to hop onto and out of the plane, but there was no guarantee it would break their no-doubt long fall and save them . . .​

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She looked to Red — what was she even doing? As a avid member of the god squad, shouldn't she be able to do something?! Tch, couldn't rely on h —​

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❝Hay Sun!❞​

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For some reason, she could hear Red's voice with perfect clarity, despite all of the chaos erupting around them. ❝Hay Sun, you need to call him! Call Leon!❞​

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. . . Leon? Right, Pretty Boy's name. But she already tried to call him before, and nothing had happened. Somehow, she felt upset about that.​

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❝I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO HELP YOU, SO LONG AS YOU ASK ME RIGHT . . .❞​

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She perked up in her seat, half-calmed by the familiar voice that seemed to ring from all sides. Call him . . . right? What was that supposed to mean? She quickly went through her mind and dug for anything . . . He spoke in a distinct, really 'glowing' way. Ethereal, almost.​

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That's it. she thought, looking across the chaotic path. God, this had better work. Uriel, are you there? I need you to — her mind went blank.​

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❝I KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING, ARIEL,❞ Her voice was loud, echoing, standing, dominating over the chaos, ❝THIS FORM IS NOT CURRENTLY FIT TO PRODUCE THE MIRACLES TO SAVE THE LIVES OF THESE PEOPLE, AND I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE. I AM ASKING YOU, ARIEL, PLEASE HELP ME — HELP US.❞​

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She sucked in a breath and felt completely dizzy, ❝Pretty Boy, please . . . ❞​

 

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HE STOOD IN THE LANDS OF THE SKY. IT WAS AS BEAUTIFUL AS IT HAD EVER BEEN, BUT ALWAYS AND FOREVER WOULD IT BE MISSING SOMETHING -- SOMEONE. THERE WERE LOTS MISSING, BUT NONE AS IMPORTANT AS HER. HE KICKED AT A STONE AND IT ROLLED END OVER END. THERE WERE SMILING FACES EVERYWHERE, BUT THEY MASKED THE TRUE FEELINGS. BURIED DEEP AT THE BACK OF THEIR EYES, IT WAS THERE. HE COULD SEE THE PAIN AND FEAR THEY ALL FELT. THEY WERE ALL TRYING TO MAINTAIN LIFE AS NORMAL, GO ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS, BUT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE. THERE WAS NO WAY ANYONE COULD GO ON WITHOUT PRETENDING.

HE SAT DOWN ON A STEP, HIS GOLD AND IVORY WINGS BRUSHING HIS BARE BACK. THIS WAS KILLING HIM. WHY DID GABRIEL HAVE TO COLLECT HIM AT THE WAREHOUSE? HE KNEW... HE JUST DIDN'T LIKE IT. WITH A HEAVY SIGH HE RESTED HIS CHIN IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND. HIS ELBOW WAS PROPPED UP ON HIS KNEE. THERE WERE THINGS HE NEEDED TO BE DOING, BUT HE JUST COULDN'T BRING HIMSELF TO. BEING A SLOTH WAS A DEADLY SIN AND YET HE COULDN'T HELP BUT FEEL LAZY IN THIS NEW PARADISE. THINGS WERE NOT THE SAME.

LEON TAPPED ONE OF THE GOLDEN BRICKS ON THE WALKWAY IN FRONT OF HIM AND THERE WAS A RIPPLE LIKE WATER UNTIL AN IMAGE WAS VISIBLE. HIS PALE GOLD EYES WIDENED AT THE SIGHT. IT WAS RIPPING AT HIS VERY SOUL TO SEE THIS. DEAR GOD! HE COULD ONLY WATCH. HIS EYES WERE FOCUSED ON THE BLACK-HAIRED GIRL IN ONE OF THE SEATS. COME ON HAY SUN! HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING, NOT UNLESS SHE ASKED HIM TO. THIS WAS TERRIBLE.

"Hay Sun! Hay Sun, you need to call him! Call Leon!"

HE KNEW THE VOICE ALMOST AS WELL AS HE KNEW HAY SUN WHITE'S. LEON DID NOT SHIFT THE DIRECTION OF THE SCREEN, JUST LISTENED TO THE PANICKED VOICE OF XATHANAEL. IF HAY SUN -- WHO WAS EVER THE MIRROR IMAGE OF URIEL IN PERSONALITY -- DIDN'T CALL FOR HIM, HE COULDN'T HELP. HE WANTED TO -- TRULY!! PLEASE! PLEASE HAY SUN! HE BIT HIS PEACHY LOWER LIP IN ANXIETY. IT WAS NOT HEALTHY TO FEEL THIS MUCH TENSION IN PARADISE. IT UPSET THE BALANCE OF THINGS.

"I KNOW YOU ARE WATCHING, ARIEL," IT WAS URIEL. THAT WAS A SURPRISE FOR EVEN HIM AS HE WATCHED. "THIS FORM IS NOT CURRENTLY FIT TO PRODUCE THE MIRACLES TO SAVE THE LIVES OF THESE PEOPLE, AND I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE. I AM ASKING YOU, ARIEL, PLEASE HELP ME — HELP US."

HAY SUN SUCKED IN A BREATH, "Pretty Boy, please . . . "

AT THE SOUND OF HER PLEAS, HE SHUT HIS EYES AND WAS GONE, LEAVING HIS HOME BEHIND HIM. IT ONLY TOOK A SECOND BEFORE HE WAS SEATED BESIDE HER FULLY DRESSED ON THE PLANE. "HAY SUN!" HE EXCLAIMED. "I WAS SO SCARED YOU WOULDN'T CALL ON ME IN TIME!" HE WRAPPED HER IN HIS ARMS FOR JUST A SECOND. HIS EYES DARTED THROUGH THE PLANE. THEY WERE GETTING FAR TOO CLOSE TO THE WATER FOR COMFORT. HE WOULD BE FINE, BUT THE REST NOT SO MUCH.

"I CAN GET YOU OUT OF HERE, BUT I CAN ONLY TAKE THREE AT A TIME." ANY MORE AND HE WOULD OVER EXERT HIMSELF. EVEN FULL ANGELS GOT TIRED AFTER AWHILE. THERE WERE SEVEN OF THEM. THAT WOULD MEAN THREE TRIPS. COULD HE DO THREE TRIPS IN TIME?

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The plane was almost out of the pilot's control as it plummeted towards the ocean, and yet Dante wasn't panicking. He couldn't find any feelings at all. His gaze was distant as he looked around the plane and at the passengers. Some poor soul opened an emergency exit and got sucked out, letting loose the oxygen masks and bringing in a bunch of freezing air. To his cold skin, though, it was only mildly cold. It oddly brought him relief as the plane was a bit hot for him.

"Ahh..."

Hana started looking around quickly to each of the angels. It seemed like she was trying to make a connection in her head or something. He just looked at her calmly.

Be prepared to die. Accept it.

She finally seemed to click and started shouting to Hay Sun. It was something about someone called Leon.

Hm. Sounds dreamy.

The Asian girl suddenly had a booming voice as she called out towards the heavens. Not too long after an angel appeared and scooped her into his arms.

Ah, he is dreamy.

Dante turned to Hana.

"Ladies first. Don't wait up!" He gave her a shove in the arm towards Leon.

"Hey Leon! Take the ladies first! Please be quick about it because I'm not too fond of the ocean!"

 

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 15 - 4/5 | DATE: October 6th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Airplane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

With all of the craziness that had ensued, Joslyn wasn't quite sure what exactly was going on. All she knew was that the plane was shaking violently. It was scary, to say the least. Then, she heard Hay Sun calling for someone at the top of her lungs. She wasn't entirely sure who she was calling, but she knew that it was someone who could help. Then, a figure appeared seated next to Hay Sun. He came out of nowhere. What happened next was a bit of a blur, but the figure came over and grabbed the girl named Cassandra, the one called Dante, and herself. And then, they were suddenly outside of the plane and on solid ground. Where were they? London? She hadn't been there before, but it certainly seemed that was the case. After bringing them there, the figure disappeared once more.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 15 - 4/5 | DATE: October 6th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Airplane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

Everything was hectic. Sam couldn't really tell what the hell was going on at all, other than the plane was crashing. It was crazy. He remained seated and buckled in, unsure of whether to get to the door or not. Suddenly, someone showed up and grabbed him and another guy. He had heard his name mentioned before. Shane or something or other. What's important here is that some pretty boy grabbed the two of them. And then, all of a sudden, they were outside of the plane and on solid ground.

"Wha- What the hell?" He was rightly confused. Sam looked around to see what the hell was going on. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't already dead or dreaming. Sure enough, he was on solid ground. This guy was probably an angel or something, if he could pull something like this. Nearby, he saw Cassandra, Joslyn, and Dante standing there, just about as confused as he was. Although, when he looked around again, he noticed that the pretty boy wasn't around. Maybe he went back to save more people like some kind of superhero.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ PANICKING ✖ DAY 15 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/06/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ AIRPLANE
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The next thing she knew, Pretty Boy was in the seat next to her, hugging her. Always with the touchy-feely shit. But she could care less about it for the moment. He was here — he came for her. To help them. Ugh, these feeLINGS.

❝I CAN GET YOU OUT OF HERE, BUT I CAN ONLY TAKE THREE AT A TIME.❞

❝That's fine!❞ she quickly replied to him, and began coordinating groups with him. The water was rushing at them too fast for comfort . . .

❝Ladies first, don't wait up!❞ Hay Sun whipped around to look at Dante, and — Red! He somehow got her out of her seat and —

❝RED!❞ Hay Sun exclaimed in a panic. By this time, Pretty Boy had taken the others, and she and Red were the only ones left, but now holding on for dear life, Red was slowly sliding out of the open door of the plane. Fuck this life, she thought to herself as she quickly undid her seat belt.

Without another thought, she dove for Red and grasped onto her hand, and suddenly they were both flying towards the exit — no, out of the exit. Pretty Boy wasn't around. She was going to die. Holy fucking hell, this sucked some serious ass.

There was a brief moment of peace to be had while they were on their way down. A moment where everything just sort of . . . faded away. Ah, if only all of life could be like that, y'know? Ahh, this was kind of nice.

❝HAY SUN!❞ A voice unpleasantly dragged her back to the reality that she was falling and that she was glued to Red's body in a tight death-grip. There was a swoop of their bodies and she felt her stomach drop monumentally. Her head really hurt, and then she looked up into the face of her savior.

❝Oh, it's you.❞ she blurted out, more shocked than anything else. Pretty Boy — err, Leon had her. He saved her ( and Re — err, Hana ). Her emotions swelled up and she felt herself dangerously on the verge of crying.

A few long, emotional moments passed and Leon was setting them down. Hay Sun collapsed against a wall, with Red still gripped in her arms. She almost died. She began to cry.​

 

DAY 16
Monday, October 07, 2013
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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ 5:00 AM ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 16 ⦙ 1/5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 07, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ London ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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Dante had carelessly pushed her out of the seat and the suction from the open door caught her immediately. Hana did her best to hold on, but it wasn't enough. She struggled. With wide horror filled blue eyes, she watched as Ariel collected the others and disappeared. She couldn't do it. She couldn't hold on. She failed. Sure, this wouldn't truly be death, but by the time she returned to the world and was in full understanding of herself, it would be far too late. Her hand slipped.​

She was falling.

❝RED! ❞

It was Hay Sun. Hana heard the girl's voice as she plummeted out of the plane. Suddenly there was a hand grabbing her. She looked up as she fell, seeing the face of Hay Sun. An exclamatory gasp broke through her chest. It was so hard to breathe! It was like the last of her breath had been completely sucked out in that instance. What was Hay Sun thinking?!

Even with the terror of knowing that they were going to die, Hana couldn't help but feel at ease. All she ever wanted to do was fly again -- granted this was falling, not flying. However, there was a similarity to it. Often times she would close her wings and fall to the earth for as long as she could and then let them fan out at the last possible moment. It was an adrenaline rush. Angels do not feel the same way as humans, but somehow it made her feel human while she was still her whole self.

❝ HAY SUN! ❞

The voice was heard, but not registered, in Hana's head. It was directed at the girl that was clutching her hand. Then there was a jerking on her body and they were no longer falling but floating down gracefully. ❝ Oh, it's you. ❞ Hay Sun blurted -- ever the charmer, that one. It was as if she were not pleased by his arrival to save them. Everything went black for the briefest amount of time. Hana's head was spinning. Her heart pounded in her chest. Blue eyes looked up into the face of a friend she had not seen in a millennium.

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They were now beside the others. She did a mental head count. Everyone was safely present. That was a relief. Hana and Hay Sun had been the only ones to be sucked out of the open doorway. That did not bode well for the human passengers. The odds of any of them surviving were slight at best. Hay Sun was still clinging both to Hana and to Ariel. Her feet were touching the ground, but her legs felt like gelatin. She could not support herself. It was convenient for the big strong angel to be at their side for just a moment in time. He held them and then Hay Sun began to cry. Hana wrapped her arms around the younger girl, while Ariel kept her on her feet. The backpack was over her shoulders. She had slipped it on when the first signs of the flight going south -- metaphorically, she had no idea how literal it would become -- were present.

Hana held Hay Sun the entire time the girl cried. She did not make her stop. To be completely honest, she wanted to cry as well. How would that look? Would they doubt her capabilities of leading them if she broke down into a puddle of tears about almost dying? It wasn't like any one them ever stayed dead. Death would mean salvation. With every death comes life. ❝ Shh... ❞ Hana murmured softly to the girl. ❝ We're okay... ❞ Her blue eyes shifted their gaze to Ariel. He had a broken expression on his face, which he quickly covered up upon noticing her gaze.

❝ IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME XATHANAEL, ❞ he told her.

Hana nodded. She still had her arms around Hay Sun and she was now stroking the top of the girl's hair. In the distance she could see Big Ben. There was no doubt about them being in London. How beautiful it would be to view up close, if only this trip was of a touristic manner -- it wasn't.

❝ I CAN'T STAY, ❞ he told them, but there was conflict in his voice and pain on his face. This was truly destroying him, wasn't it?

She nodded again.

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His arm went farther than he thought and Hana flew out of her seat.

What the hell? I only pushed her arm?

She immediately started flying towards the emergency exit. Hay Sun gave a yell and dived after her. All he could feel was confusion.

Didn't I only push her arm?

Without a warning he was whisked into the handsome angel's arms. A second or two of blurred vision passed and he found himself on the ground. He rubbed it in confusion. Weren't they just over water?

Not too long after others started popping up as well, all equally confused. Samuel even pinched himself. It was a bit longer before Hay Sun and Hana arrived on the ground. The Asian girl had a tight grip on her companion, and started to cry not too long after.

Salgiel looked at the two with a distant gaze and a blank expression. He also did not want to talk to Puriel because either she may not talk to him again or blame him for what happened to the red head.

 

"Ugh...." Tyson moaned as he woke up. He was in some woman he meet last night apartment. He meet her at a bar and after a few a drinks...well use your imagination. Tyson quickly got dress and left before the woman could wake up. And thus he began the walk of shame back home.
When he got home he poured himself a big cup of his crappy coffee to help with the hangover and called off from work, he had a few sick days to spare. "Damn that sucks." Tyson said to himself. "Ok angel food cake I've done my part! Now whoosh yourself down here and get to the resurrecting!" He yelled out. He made sure he had his gun ready, he wasn't in the mood for Temeluchas games.

 

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Cough. Cough. My hand lifts to my mouth as the coughs continued to wrack my body. The school is black as coal now. The generators had all gone out. The only light to shine within the walls is from the occasional flashes of lightning that streaked through the windows. There are candles lit, but most were diminished and the flames were on their last flickers of life. I cough again. Darkness seems to fill every corner of every room in the school. It is terrifying. We had all once been gathered together, but now people are scattered. It is so black that I cannot even see my own hand in front of my face. I feel an utter sense of despair washing over me. It is not safe, it is not clean. The bathroom is completely unsanitary, unfit for anyone to use the toilet. Just entering the large tiled room hits you with the full force of feces and urine. It is disgusting. I had almost vomited at one point in time from the stench. The water is not running either.

I fear for us. The storm does not seem to be letting up in the least bit and I want to go home. The food is spoiled. The bathrooms are unsanitary. There is nowhere to sleep comfortably. My neck and spine have been stiff and sore from days here. I cannot turn my head to the right for fear of the pain that would come. I cough again. It started two days ago. Things have been strange. Even in the pitch of this endless blackness, it seems as if the shadows are moving. That sounds silly given the fact that one cannot see shadows in darkness, but they are there. There have been faint screams on occasion which send chills down my spine. I wish I were brave enough to face the storm out there for I would head home on foot if that were the case.

There have been others coughing as well. Many have mentioned not feeling well. We are all beginning to develop sickness from being locked up in this school. I wonder how long we will last or when this storm will end...

The shadows are moving again. There are golden glowing orbs in the darkness. They look like eyes, but - but they are up high, like they are on the wall. That is odd. It's really quite creepy. I can feel terror building up within me, but something else -- something strange and unfamiliar. How could this be? I don't understand. I cough. The eyes seem to turn at the sound and are now looking straight at me. Dear God! It lunges forward in the dark and I scramble to my feet. How do I protect myself when I can see nothing.

There is a wall in my way. I grope the wall, searching for anything to use as a potential weapon. Nothing. I can feel the scream bubbling up within me. The orbs -- they were definitely eyes, I can confirm them at this distance -- are within a few mere feet from me and closing. My hands are trembling now. I can feel my legs doing the same. My knees knocked together and I am beginning to have a hard time standing. My back is pressed against the wall.

I cough again. In that instant, when my head is turned away so that the crook of my elbow covers my mouth, is when the golden orbs lunge at me. The scream escapes me finally. Something strange and unfamiliar wraps around -- hands, but not so solid. It is like a blanket enveloping me and then a stabbing pain in my chest. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor, clutching my chest. The pain is excruciating, but only lasts a moment. My head grows foggy and the blackness seems to become a little clearer. I can see shapes now -- make out figures -- in the dark. Someone rushes towards me.

"Alana! Alana I heard you scream, are you okay?" the voice asks frantically. It is my friend Nichole. I suddenly feel nothing for her but contempt.

I spit in the dark, but she cannot see. "I'm fine. Here, come with me." I grab her wrist with more force than I think I have ever used before. She complains but I ignore it, dragging her out of the large room. I can see everything in great detail, as if I suddenly acquired night vision. I don't understand it, but I also don't feel the same. Something is different in me. I feel so hungry, hungrier than before. My tongue rakes over my lip as I twist the handle on a closet. Nichole seems so delicious. What am I thinking? It's wrong, and yet it feels so right. What is wrong with me? The closet door flings open and I push her in with a great deal of force, slamming the door shut behind us.

"Alana what are you doing?" she pleads with me.

I have no idea, but suddenly I'm not thinking at all. Everything goes black for me, but I hear feint screams and taste something warm and liquid-y. It trickles down the front of my face and drips onto my clothes. I feel trapped within myself, like I'm not in control of my body. What's happening?

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He had been quiet on the whole trip to find somewhere to stay. If something caught his attention he kept it to himself. It was a beautiful city, to be honest. The Angel loved the architecture and the smell of each bakery. He kept getting strange looks from people at his appearance, but he just gave a smile as he passed.

It was a good thing that he was wearing his backpack while being seated on the plane. Replacing a passport and phone was such a hassle. What was depressing was that his clothes and weapons went down with the plane. Well, it was a good thing that he always had spare weapons like the ones on the plane tucked away in a storage shed. Buying a second set once again will be pricey, and he frowned at that. Spending money almost gave him a heart attack.

Finding clothes wouldn't be hard, he was sure. All he needed was a few sets of clothes. He could wear each for multiple days and have laundry day on the last day. Salgiel also wanted a pirate suit so that was put in mind. After a month or so, he would have to buy more clothes to stock up on them again. It was definitely a good thing that he didn't try to bring his drawings. Years of art would've been wasted.

The clothes he was wearing could be used for a couple more days, which would give him plenty of time to find more. All that was needed were toiletries, but a quick stop to a shop changed that. He didn't buy anything too bulky, just some deodorant and a small shampoo-conditioner bottle. The Angel never had grown facial hair, so that equipment was not necessary. His backpack was still light enough for him not to hurt from being sore.

When it was time to finally settle down he took to bed right away. He was still exhausted from the day before. His dreams were fogged, but he could definitely see an angel with snow-white wings.

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Morning came soon enough. Dante didn't really get up, but rather laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. He drifted in and out of sleep for what seemed like forever.