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"Ok angel food cake I've done my part! Now whoosh yourself down here and get to the resurrecting!"

Temeluchas furrowed her brow and crinkled her nose. She appeared in the apartment wearing a Victorian style gown with matching accessories. Sometimes Lu liked to relive her most favorite eras. The Victorian era was such a scandalous time. She enjoyed it quite thoroughly. Her hands rested at her hips in annoyance. The white sleeves puffed out around her shoulders and a lock of brown hair was blown out of her face by her breath.

"Do not expect me to appear here every time you feel the need to insult me. Remember who it is you are dealing with," she reminded him sternly. Lu lifted her hand from her hip and held it out flat, palm side up. She snapped her fingers and a swirling of blackness appeared in her hand. It shifted and faded until a miniature cage appeared. Within the black, smoky bars of the cage was the soul of a figure. "She's right here, but last I checked, you only had your way with one woman. One is not nearly enough." She sounded disinterested. With another snap of her fingers, the cage vanished. "You can have her in due time. You, Tyson, have not yet earned the ability to be reunited with her."

She was already ready to go. There were things to do and dealing with Tyson was not one of them. The heart was being housed safely in her room, with a fraction of it residing in the ruby necklace now hanging from her throat on a black chain.

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Temeluchas appeared annoyed as expected. She was wearing some kind of Victorian style dress, weird. "Do not expect me to appear here every time you feel the need to insult me. Remember who it is you are dealing with," she reminded him sternly. 'Yeah, but it still got you here didn't it.' Tyson thought to himself. He was a tad afraid to say that out loud, he does so like his entrails inside.
Lu lifted her hand from her hip and held it out flat, palm side up. She snapped her fingers and a swirling of blackness appeared in her hand. It shifted and faded until a miniature cage appeared. Within the black, smoky bars of the cage was the soul of a figure. "She's right here, but last I checked, you only had your way with one woman. One is not nearly enough." She sounded disinterested. With another snap of her fingers, the cage vanished. "You can have her in due time. You, Tyson, have not yet earned the ability to be reunited with her."
"Fine, whatever. But I swear if you screw me over, I'll cut your wings off with a butter knife, fry them and then feed them to you." Tyson said with a bit of anger in his voice. The black mist formed around his legs and then disappeared in a flash. "I need to go and take a shower. There's the door. I'll go out again tonight." Tyson said as he took his shirt off and walked towards the bathroom. He looked down at his abdomen. "Huh, so do I have healing or something? Cause she scratched me the hell up last night." Tyson said almost bragging.

 

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"Fine, whatever. But I swear if you screw me over, I'll cut your wings off with a butter knife, fry them and then feed them to you." Tyson said with a bit of anger in his voice.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Lu replied with a glimmer of excitement in her blue eye.

The black mist began to form around his legs and then disappeared in a flash. Watching Tyson and Henrik attempt to control their powers was entertaining. "I need to go and take a shower. There's the door. I'll go out again tonight." he said while he took his shirt off and walked towards the bathroom. As if she needed a door to get anywhere. Hah! He looked down at his abdomen. "Huh, so do I have healing or something? 'Cause she scratched me the hell up last night." he noted almost bragging.

Temeluchas scoffed. "Something like that. You are an angel after all -- an Archangel to boot. You're not invincible, but you do heal much faster. The more serious injuries take longer and don't go away completely." Her tone dropped off into a more serious one. "Don't call me again until you have confirmed that a dozen women have conceived. Merely having sex isn't enough. From what I've learned, human women can only get pregnant about three days out of each month and my patience is wearing thin with you." She pressed her lips together into a hard line and smoke swirled around her. "If it's not important, then don't count on getting her soul back." The smoke had completely surrounded her by the end of the sentence and when it dissipated, Lu was gone.

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ARIEL GAVE HANA A NUDGE ON THE BACK. SHE LOOKED UP AT HIM WITH HER STORMY BLUE EYES AND HE SWALLOWED NERVOUSLY. HIS GOLDEN HAIR FELL IN HIS FACE AND HE DROPPED HIS HEAD TO SEE HER BETTER. "YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GET THEM OUT OF HERE. SOMETHING DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT, ASIDE FROM YOUR PLANE GOING DOWN AND I NEED TO LEAVE BEFORE I'M --"

"Ariel," A STRONG COMMANDING VOICE CAME FROM BEHIND AND HE STIFFENED.

HIS WINGS RUFFLED BEHIND HIM AND HE PULLED THEM TIGHT AGAINST HIS BODY. HIS HANDS FELL FROM HANA, NO LONGER SUPPORTING HER. HE WATCHED AS SHE TOOK A MOMENT TO BALANCE HERSELF, BEFORE TURNING AROUND. THERE WERE FOUR ANGELS WHERE HIS PALE GOLDEN EYES LANDED. THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO PREVENT. GABRIEL COMING TO GET HIM IN THE WAREHOUSE WAS A WARNING. THE TIME FOR WARNINGS WAS NOW GONE. HE COULD FEEL THE QUICKENING OF HIS HEART AS HE TOOK IN WHO WAS THERE. THE PULSE IN HIS NECK MOVED RAPIDLY AND HE SWALLOWED DOWN A FORMING LUMP IN HIS THROAT. GABRIEL, ITHURIEL, NAKIR, AND SEMANGELAF. HE CLASPED HIS HANDS TOGETHER BEHIND HIS BACK AND SPREAD HIS WINGS WIDE SO THAT THE MEMBERS OF THE FALLEN WERE SHIELDED FROM VIEW. "GABRIEL," HE REPLIED CURTLY WITH A NOD.

"I thought we talked about this Ariel," SHE SAID SADLY. HER BROWN HAIR MOVED FROM SIDE-TO-SIDE AS SHE SHOOK HER HEAD IN DISAPPOINTMENT. "Ithuriel, Nakir, please take him."

ARIEL LOWERED HIS HEAD AND DIDN'T FIGHT IT. THE TWO OTHER ANGELS GRABBED HIM BY EACH ARM. THE MEN WERE SCANTILY DRESSED WITH THEIR LONG BLACK HAIR TIED BACK. THEIR LARGE MUSCULAR BARE ARMS SEEMED TO BULGE IN SYNC AS THEY LOCKED THEIR MEATY HANDS ON HIM, DRAGGING HIM FORWARD. HIS WINGS SLACKENED AND HUNG LIMP BEHIND HIS BACK. ONE COULD ONLY BREAK THE RULES FOR SO LONG BEFORE GETTING PUNISHED, AGAIN. HE COULDN'T BEAR TO LOOK BACK AT HAY SUN WHO HAD STILL BEEN CRYING UPON THE ARRIVAL OF THE OTHER ANGELS. ITHURIEL AND NAKIR CAME TO A HALT BESIDE GABRIEL AND TURNED AROUND SO THAT THEY WERE ALL FACING THE SAME DIRECTION -- THE FALLEN ANGELS. ARIEL DIDN'T LIFT HIS GAVE. HIS PALE GOLDEN EYES WERE FOCUSED ON THE GROUND AT HIS FEET.

"Xathanael," GABRIEL CALLED OUT TO THE RED HEAD. FROM HIS PERIPHERAL HE COULD SEE HER BODY TENSE AND FACE THE GREEN-EYED WOMAN.

"Yes sister?" HER VOICE WAS CLIPPED AND WROUGHT WITH TENSION.

"Good luck to you all, God knows we need it." THERE WAS FOREBODING IN THE WAY GABRIEL SAID THAT SLIGHT FAREWELL.

A FLASH OF BRILLIANT WHITE LIGHT FILLED THE STREETS OF LONDON AND ONLY THEN DID HE LIFT HIS HEAD TO SEE THE FIERY YOUNG GIRL ONCE MORE WHEN IT WAS TOO BLINDINGLY BRIGHT FOR HER TO SEE HIS FACE. ARIEL GAVE HER A SAD SMILE, AND THEN THEY WERE GONE.

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Richard Carver:
{---Day 16 (2/5)---Date: October 7th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Absent minded---Ooc: N/A}

Richard was having an off day, or rather an off two days. He knew he did something last night, probably not of any importance, but knew he did something regardless. However he seemed to just act as if most of the day hadn't happened at all. He awoke kind of surprised to find himself in bed. Really he didn't recall going to bed but even weirder he didn't even seem to have a dream that night. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that seeing as they constantly persisted with him, but in the end he decided to just get out of bed and do what he normally did with his mornings.

Only today it felt slightly different. Auto-pilot would be a correct term for how he went about his routine, though he was so into auto-pilot he didn't notice what he was doing. All his thoughts were still focused on the things that had usually been troubling him, but it caused him to lose all focus. He grabbed a box of cereal and milk, and completely missed the bowl with both. He probably would've continued to eat what was in his bowl, which was nothing, if not for the fact that he spilled milk on his foot. Snapping back to reality he looked around and with a, "ah hell," cleaned up the mess he made. It was only spilled milk so it was nothing to cry about, but he still didn't like it all over the place. Afterwards he made toast and ate that instead for breakfast, after missing his mouth once. With that done he sat down and started watching television once more.

 

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Morning arrived, but Alistair immediately awoken all to instantly and began to pant. A massive migraine hit all too suddenly for Alistair and his head began to beat as he held it with a sight "a...dream?....man this sucks" Alistair said still panting as he got off his bed and head into the shower and closed his eyes under it as the water hit him, trying to remedy the migraine. True the migraine lowered a bit after walking out, but it was still there and after Alistair got dressed in his usual suit he walked over to his nearby desk.

"Man...is this what its like to feel a hangover or something?" Alistair said. He knew he didn't drink anything and the migraine was obviously due to the dream he had a moment earlier. Resting his head on the desk, Alistair merely groaned as he rested there "Urggggg this sucks" Alistair said as he turned his head and stared over at the television that was playing. "Hmm....a plane crash..." Alistair muttered quietly as he watched it with some interest.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 16 - 4/5 | DATE: October 7th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Somewhere in London

Still confused about what was going on, Joslyn looked around to see what was going on. She saw Hana and Hay Sun, with the latter collapsed into tears. It seems like they were both safe. That was great. But, there was another person with them. Was that the figure that saved them? It looked like he had wings. Regardless, he was standing there, talking to Hana. Thank goodness she's safe. She wanted to go over to her and talk to her about what had just happened, but just then, four more people with wings appeared behind him. With those wings and their abilities, there was no doubt in her mind that these people were angels. Not fallen like them.

Two of them went to the one who was talking to Hana and grabbed him by his arms. It seemed like they were taking him away. The one that told them to grab him spoke to Hana, who seemed to tense up when she acknowledged her. After a brief talk, bright white light filled the area and blinded her. She couldn't tell what was going on, but when the light died down, all five of the angels had disappeared.

Joslyn just stood there, in shock and awe of what had just happened. It was silent for sometime before someone finally broke the silence in her head. "Weeeeeeeeeelllllllllll~, That. Was. Awwweeesssooommmeee~!"

"Speak for yourself, numbnuts."

"Awwwwwwwwwww~ C'mon, you have to admit that the trouble with the plane was like a rooooooolllllllleeeeeeerrrrrrcoooooaaaaaasssssssteeeeerrrrrr~!"

"I- Well... I can't deny that..."

"Ahaaaaaaaaa~! I knew it, you did enjoy yourself when shit was getting crrrraaaaaaazzzyyyy~!"

"Oh shut up, dick for brains!" Once again, the two had begun bickering. Meanwhile, Joslyn, after getting over the shock of what just happened, rushed over to Hana's side to see how she was doing.

"Hana, are you okay? What just happened? Who exactly were those people?" As soon as she got to her, these questions just spilled out of her so fast, it was unusual to see her this pumped up.

"Whoooooooaaaa~, what is this? Why are you so energetic all of a suuuuuuuddeeeeeeennn~?"

"Did you get some kind of high from all of the craziness that just went down?"

"I don't know, but... I want to know what just happened!"

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 16 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 07, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ London ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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Hana stared where the others vanished into the bright light. Holding up Hay Sun had been forgotten. She blinked a few times, her bright blue eyes were lost in the background. Ariel was finally being punished ( a second time ) for so heavily breaking the rules. She hadn't seen anything like this in awhile. Her mouth was dry and her heart seemed to skip a beat. She felt for him, truly.​

❝ Hana, are you okay? What just happened? Who exactly were those people? ❞ Joslyn's soft voice sounded in her ear.

Hana didn't turn to look at her, instead, her eyes just stayed focused on the spot where they all left from. ❝ I'm fine. Those were members of the Guard -- the Archangel Gabriel, Ithuriel, Nakir, and Semangelaf. Ariel's being taken to be punished for breaking the restrictions on his sentence. ❞ Her voice was hollow and flat as she slowly turned her head to look at first Joslyn and then the others.

❝ I don't know, but... I want to know what just happened! ❞ She must have been talking to the voices in her head.

Hana's blue eyes flicked from person to person. ❝ We should find a hotel nearby and get some rest. Everyone must be under a great deal of stress and tired. ❞ Her voice sounded strained and tired as well. Hana was ready to collapse. She gave Hay Sun a gentle nudge before walking absently in the direction of a mass of buildings, searching for a place to stay.

After a little bit of time, she found one and paid for two rooms for everyone.

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After Tyson got done with his shower and got some clothes on he planned on going on tonight, but he turned on the TV and saw all the news coverage of the plane crash. "Another one? Did they do this one too?" Tyson pondered to himself. So he decided to stay in tonight, besides he wanted to make sure that his first seeds got planted. That and he wanted to do a little research on the recent plane crashes.
He already knew enough of the 'he rises' crash, it was apart of his angel research. But the new didn't have anything that obvious. Or at least none that was found, it was still a pretty fresh crash so the details wasn't released yet. "Maybe I'm just growing paranoid. Other then it being a plane it doesn't have anything in common with the New York one." Tyson said as he looked through a few online articles.
"The New York one seemed less like a attack. More like a taunt. But that served a purpose, and if this is apart of all this then what purpose could this serve?" Tyson asked himself. He was a auditory learner, he works faster when he can talk aloud. "Maybe sacrifices? Maybe, but it'd be more about the body count, I think. And besides there's got to be a better way then a plane crash for that."
"Although it could be about the passengers. Maybe more former angels, but if Temeluchas wants Nephillims then it'd be better if she had more sources. Unless they refused her, but wouldn't she just kill them on spot if they refused? Ugh, I miss the days when I wasn't sure if there was a God and the world was just a big random violent mud ball, and now I keep seeing things tied together when there probably not and every Kansas song is painfully ironic." Tyson signed, now realizing how out of his element he was. And it wasn't like there is some fallen angel support group or someone to talk to about this. Well there was Temeluchas, but her idea of therapy is probably him roasting over a fire or something like that.
After few more hours of thinking it over and finding a new found sympathy for those end of the world nuts, Tyson calls it day and heads of to bed. The plane crash was still going through his head, so he decided that tomorrow he'll go into work and use the office computer, It could get him a lot more info then his five year old laptop.

 

The storm raged on through the night. It was still considered rather unusual for how unrelenting and destructive it was proving to be. All that could be seen in the living room of the Harrison household was a young boy, wielding nothing but a tennis racket and a tennis ball. With the power out the young boy had nothing to entertain himself with, but he persisted with his tennis. He bounced the ball twice off the ground before throwing it into the air. As if almost in sync, the boy hit the ball with his racket at the same time a lightning bolt struck, illuminating the house for a brief moment. The shot he had made, however, bounced off the wall, to the floor, off the floor and directly into the young boys face. The only man capable of such a feea was none other than...

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 16 (4/4)\\\///October 7th, 2013\\\///Location: Manchester UK (Brandon's House)\\\///Mood: MY FACE!\\\

Brandon hit the ground hard and started writhing in pain for a few seconds. "Ow ow ow ow," he got up a bit and started rubbing his face. When he opened his eyes everything looked really funky and he was just like "whoa." He started wondering why his world looked really skewed when he realized his glasses had broken in the fall...which totally sucked, this was like the third time these past few months. Though this was the first time it had actually legitimately been his fault. After throwing them in a nearby trash can he looked in a mirror and, coupling the darkness with his bad vision, was only able to make out a little red thing on his face. Probably a piece of tomato or something that he landed on when he fell. He started feeling his way around for his spare pair of glasses when he finally found them, put them on, and looked back at the mirror he stepped back and let out a surprised noise. His face appeared to be bleeding.

Quickly running to the bathroom he opened up the cabinet with the band-aids and applied it to his face, stretched across his nose. Crisis averted. He was just really glad that it was late enough that his parents were in bed otherwise that could have been an awkward situation he got himself into. Regardless he avoided certain disaster and was rather proud of himself for this clean getaway. He was getting quite tired himself so he decided it was time to put himself to bed and look forward to another glorious day of life. Lightning was everywhere outside which he found oddly calming and he smiled as he drifted off to sleep...little did the boy know that when he hit the tennis ball after hitting his face it also ended up hitting a lamp which broke. The reason Brandom didn't realize this happened was because the sound of the thunder was timed perfectly with the crash of the lamp, so that would be a problem he'd have to sort tomorrow. Tonight was nothing but rainbows and lollipops.

 

Richard Carver:
{---Day 16 (4/4)---Date: October 7th, 2013---Location: Kristiansand, Norway (Richard's Apartment)---Mood: Absent minded---Ooc: N/A}

So what had gotten done today? A good deal of nothing for one thing. He watched TV, but even then it was more like he "watched" TV. Apparently there had been another plane crash, which to be honest, seemed rather weird for different reasons then the first one. The first one just happened over a city and looked like a jacking of some sorts. This one was happening because, well it flew through a ****ing electric storm...which didn't seem like something a plane should ever do. So why exactly had it done it? He wasn't entirely sure of the answer, but it still felt oddly connected to everything else that seemed odd to Richard. Regardless of all his thoughts the day was ending and he needed to catch some sleep so he could prepare for...well nothing special really. He really didn't have anything going on tomorrow so why did he feel like going to sleep? No reason other than why not. With the day said and done he mosied on over to his bed and fell asleep there.

 

Hay Sun was exhausted from the events and everything was so clouded and terrible that she just wanted sleep. She had embarrassed herself by crying, but she would play that off to stress later . . .

She barely spoke two words to anyone that night, and climbed into a bed that was too comfortable. She drifted off into sleep some time later.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 16 - 4/4 | DATE: October 7th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel in London

The events of the day had certainly caught up with her as she lay on one of the beds in the hotel room. The four that had taken Ariel, the one who saved them, were members of some sort of guard: Gabriel, Ithuriel, Nakir, and Sermangelaf. Archangels, come to punish the person who saved them. But, he's the one who saved them. To be punished for saving others, that's just wrong. In her mind, it seemed unfair. What was so wrong about saving people? Well, maybe there were rules in place that he broke or something.

"Heeeeeeeeeyyyy~, It seems like something is wroooooonnnggg~"

"With what?"

"Whaaaaaaaat~ else? With this giiiirrrrrrlllll~."

"Oh~, it's nothing really~ I'm just super tired~."

"If you say so." An annoyed tone laced her voice as she spoke.

"I have a question for you guys~"

"Oooooooooh~ What would that beeeeee~?"

"Do you know what I can do?" The question seemed vague, but she thought they would know what she was talking about. There was no answer, but their silence suggested they knew. Joslyn lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking in the silence. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to~." Fatigue was apparent in her voice as her eyelids began to shut. They were getting heavier as she kept thinking about what she could do. Since she was a fallen angel, that means she was able to do something amazing. She just didn't know what. The memory might be there, but it was locked away somewhere deep down. A place she couldn't reach.

All of this thinking just made her even more tired. So with a yawn, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

 

After a long day of weird Angel stuff going on, Salgiel retired to the room Hana had rented for the guys. He had been feeling lonely lately, and wished to have a man by his side. Of course, with all this stuff going on, it would near impossible to find a partner. TheAngel was still a bit tired and sore, but not very much. By tomorrow he would be as good as new. Dante drifted off too sleep after about ten minutes. His dreams were white with a snow covered forest.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 16 - 4/4 | DATE: October 7th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Hotel in London

The craziness of what had happened today was slowly starting to catch up with him. The plane they were on takes a sudden nose dive and then they get saved by some guy with chicken wings like the guy who set him free. After that whole deal, four more people with chicken wings show up and take the guy who rescued them. If he had to guess, that guy probably broke some rules saving them or something like that. He must've had a real good reason to pull something like that if he was going to end up like that. Not that it mattered much to Sam.

Little Red got them another room. Well, since she had loads of cash to spare, he knew she could afford to do that. After all, he had seen her take four bricks of cash himself. She was nice enough to help him out and get that passport for him. And to top it off, little Red was pretty easy on the eyes. He had to wonder how old she really was.

No, I can't think like that. Sam turned over in the bed he lay on. Those thoughts were not something he was expecting to pop up. Why would he think something like that about a target? He was told to kill her with that black knife Chicken Wings gave after getting him out of prison. The deal was to kill Red and kidnap Whitey. So why did those thoughts just pop up? There had to be some reason for it. Some kind of good explanation for all of this. However, there were none he could think of. No good reason at all. What is this bullshit?

The thoughts that formed had gone away, at least for now. It bothered him that they came up at all. He held his hand up towards the ceiling, seemingly reaching out for it before tightly balling it into a fist. After I'm done getting my fun from this little group, I am going to kill her. Without a doubt. He let his fist fall onto the bed as tiredness got to him. His eyes shut as he drifted off into the realms of sleep.

 

Human desire was always a strong and ridiculous thing. It pushed humans to do the most ridiculous and irrational things at time and mostly for the stupidest of reasons to boot. The rain poured down heavily and the electricity roared, but none the less people still moved around. Whether rain or shine one man walked through the streets, intoxicated by the wondrous thing called alcohol.

Not a care was given about the world, not a care about the wife and child he left and not a care about the job he performed crappy at. Fights were not unknown to him as he had just gotten out of one in the bar he was just in. Now kicked out he stumbled his way through the pouring streets without a care in the world. He spoke vulgar words about all the people in the world. He blamed all his problems on those that did no wrong and blamed his misdoings on them. He was pissed and intoxicated and all he wanted to just get his anger out. As he stumbled on his first victim appeared before him, a man dressed in a long black trench coat and a black fedora that covered the face and blocked the rain.

The appearance of this newcomer was all that the drunken man needed. Many swears and insults were sprung at the newcomer but the newcomer said nothing. This only pissed the drunken man more as he suddenly grabbed the newcomer by the jacket and began to spring death threats….but moments after nothing but blood sprung out of the drunken fool’s mouth.

He didn’t know when exactly it happened, but a knife had been plunged into his gut. There was nothing the man could do…and so he found himself helpless as his body was pushed down and the knife was drawn back. The coated man, who held his knife, crouched down over the fallen man and with a swift movement the throat was cut.

“I grow bored of your voice…”

Blood splattered everywhere, but it was far from over. The knife wielding man immediately pierced the chest of his victim and without hesitation he pulled downwards swiftly and then he saw it…the crimson red glistening and a smirk crept across his face. How long had it been since he last did this? They were sure to soon enough notice a similarity to that time. A drunken man was never one of his previous targets and before it was merely the whores that wandered the foggy streets. Oh how they squandered their time and body…well…he just showed them why they should have taken much more care of themselves.

Soon the world would assume his return…

 

❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖
❖ DAY ⟡ 16 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Monday ⦙ October 07, 2013 ❖
❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Hotel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖


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Hana lay awake in bed with her hands folded over her chest. Her mind wouldn't shut down for the longest time. Beside her she could tell that Joslyn was still awake as well. She had debated saying something to her, but instead remained silent. After a long time, the small white-haired girl started speaking to the demons in her head.

❝ Do you know what I can do? ❞

She still didn't look at her. Maybe Joslyn didn't know that she was awake. That was for the best. It wasn't a question Hana was keen on answering. She remained silent and based on what Joslyn said next, the demons did too. She waited until Joslyn finally fell asleep before getting out of bed. There was so much going on. Everyone else in the room was already out for the night. The lights were off and she tiptoed around the bed in the darkness. She needed to use her computer and had fortunately kept it in her carry-on [ her backpack ]. It was pretty much the only major mortal possession she had left. She held it under her arm and carried it off into the bathroom.

The light was blinding at first. She slipped to the ground and squinted at the screen. The compass around her neck felt warm and pointing towards the east. They would have to go look for whomever it was pointing to, but not now. Getting to the storage unit was crucial at this moment. Hana already knew what the outcome would be when she attempted to call Jehoel, but before she could even click on the outcome, static crossed the screen and a video began to play. It was hard to see. There was a blurry dark figure chained to a wall in the depths of the darkness. Hana squinted harder to try and see. Who was it? A face popped up in front of her and she jumped, spilling the laptop onto the floor.

"Hello there Xathanael! It's good to see you again! As you can see, we have your friend. As soon as he tells us where Leviathan is, he can go! Unless you want to tell us? Hm, hmmmm?? No? Okay! I hope you liked your plane ride~ Have a lovely night!"

Hana stared wide-eyed at the screen. Temeluchas. They had Jehoel and were trying to find Leviathan. Things were only going to get worse if they found him. How long could Jehoel last before they broke him? She slammed the laptop closed. This was terrible news. She had thought there would be more time, but clearly she had guessed wrong.

She never managed to get off the bathroom floor. Angrily, her fist slammed into the side of the tub. It cracked in a spiderweb patter and her hand was bloody and in pain. She bit down hard on her lip and yelped in pain. The pain was bittersweet. It hurt, but it also helped draw her into sleep.​

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The water rushing down was a nice and soothing one that washed away any doubt or concerns. Alistair merely stood in the shower with his eyes closed and enjoyed as the water hit his hair and skin and washed it all away. Eyes calmly opening up, Alistair glanced downwards and watched as the water rushed downwards and into the drain. The migraine that assaulted him still remained, but it would not be there for long. Soon enough Alistair managed to get out of the shower and after getting dressed, he head over to the window once more and stared out of it for a bit before heading to sleep.

 

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DAY 17​

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013​

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 17 (1/4)\\\///October 8th, 2013\\\///Location: Manchester UK (Brandon's House)\\\///Mood: Brilliant start to the day\\\

Brandon woke up that morning feeling completely refreshed and relaxed. The storm had finally subsided and he got out of bed to begin this new bright and cheery day. He slipped on a white t-shirt and a pair of blue boxer shorts before putting on his glasses. While he did enjoy the massive amount of lightning that had been going on these past few days, it was annoying having absolutely no power and darkened skies. He grabbed the tennis racket next to his bed and picked up a new tennis ball. He started bouncing the ball on the racket and figured it would be a good idea to go and get some breakfast. Canned foods had been quite the life saver these past few days and he wanted his canned pineapples for breakfast.

All did not go as planned however. When he walked into the living room on his way to the kitchen he saw his mother with a stern look on her face. 'Crap' he thought and accidently hit the ball too hard in his distraction, making it go up and then fall on his head. 'Double Crap.'

"Brandon Harrison." Never a good way to start a conversation when your mother uses your full name. "What's with this broken lamp here hmmm?"

'Triple Crap.' He hadn't realized that he might've actually hit something by accident when he was playing tennis in the living room yesterday. "Um well you see, i think it probably just fell down in like a, um, quake or something that happened alongside the lightning an all. You know how the place shakes an all." Totally saved that.

However his mother totally wasn't buying it and continued with her prosecution. "Oh if that's the case then I suppose you weren't playing tennis in here, like you aren't supposed to, and this tennis ball just happened to be here lying around."

'Quadruple Crap.' He started rubbing the back of his head in nervousness and said, "oh that was there?" A nervous laugh started to escape him, "well you know me and just leaving stuff around and all. I probably just forgot to put that away after bouncing it around like the one i just had." Probably didn't save it this time.

"Mhm, right right. And about your broken glasses in the trash and the bandage on your face?"

'Crap times 5 combo.' That was it, the final nail in the coffin. He had lost the debate against his mother and slung his head in defeat.

"That's what I thought." She held her hand out and grabbed the racket out of his hand. "Well you know the drill for breaking the rule. Paying for the glasses and lamp and no tennis for a week. Understood young man?"

With a lack of energy Brandon said, "yes mother." Slightly annoyed at his mother and slightly annoyed at his crap job of covering up he grabbed his canned pineapples and somberly ate them for breakfast...or at least that's how it would appear until he got his spare racket from under his bed and continued playing later in secret.

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ LIVID ✖ DAY 17 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/08/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ DINING ROOM • LONDON, ENGLAND
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Hay Sun despaired over her pathetic sleep as she woke up. So much had happened, and she was still feeling drained from all of it. On top of it all . . . She had seen others taking Pretty Boy away. Why had that happened? He was in trouble, she knew it . . . For saving them — for saving her? It pissed her off.

Weren't angels supposed to create miracles? What had that bitch called him . . . Ariel — like the Little Mermaid.

She slowly sat up in her bed and ran her hands through her dark hair, feeling worn and even more tired. Where had they taken him? She hated them. No one was allowed to mess around with Pretty Boy except for her. Fuck them. More tears welled up in her eyes. Fuck him, too. He was in that situation because he saved her. He didn't have to. She didn't have to ask him. She could have died. That would have been fine.

Hay Sun glared up, past the ceiling, imagining the cloudy sky, Fuck you, God, and your angel rangers. she thought to herself. Oddly enough, Uriel remained silent at this. Maybe they were quickly "becoming one" like he had talked about it. She was finally becoming him — or the other way around . . .

SCREEEEECH.

❝Ah - Fuck.❞

Her nails had dug into the wooden bed board, and now there were claw marks. She was angry. Beyond angry. Livid. Ah, this was bad.

KRRRRRRRRR.

❝Shit.❞

There went the blanket. Hay Sun groaned loudly, and it sounded fierce and beast-like.

❝I'M GOING TO CRUSH THEM.❞ she murmured to herself.

For the next half-hour, Hay Sun made herself sit completely still and not destroy anything until she knew she could calm herself down. After that, she climbed out of the relatively destroyed hotel bed and dressed herself, and then decided to head downstairs for a cup of coffee. She really needed it. If anyone showed up, they had better have hoped that they were Red or Paco.​