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Making his way through the streets, Shane had decided to take a little trip. Since he was the owner of his owns store, there was nothing saying that he couldn't do so. Especially since he had want he wanted to take with him all packed up and with him. All that was left was to get a ride to the airport and since he didn't have a car to drive, he found himself a taxi and got in.

The ride to the airport was a quick one. When the car came to it's stop, he paid the driver and left with his bags. He soon went the process of getting a ticket, since it was last minute it only added on to the length, having his bags checked and waiting for his plane. Not a single on of these things hindered him greatly, just make the process a but more bothersome.

The plane took off on schedule and Shane simply relaxed and enjoyed he flight.

 

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[OOC: I think I like writing as Danel more than Hana... oops...]​

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Danel walked down the stairs of the funeral home. The bodies were kept in the basement, which was also where the one living female in the empty building was now ( unknowingly ) waiting for him. His leather shoes were soundless as he took each step, his feathered wings brushing against the walls of the staircase. The place reeked of withered flowers and death. How boring. He sighed to himself. There was a room in the back with a light on. The door was cracked open slightly and he could see a shadow moving. That's where she was. Hmm... He licked his upper lip in anticipation. So far, he had to deal with all men. Mortal women were so interesting. Granted, she wasn't exactly human, but it could still be fun. The world needed more Nephilim. Maybe he could persuade her.​

His thoughts began to drift off into places that were too disturbing for even a demon. The things he would do to her. He didn't even need permission. Danel could easily get his way. He smirked while looping his thumbs through the belt loops of his slacks and glided across the room until he was standing in the doorway. Large metal tables gleamed in the fluorescent lighting of the room. There were ornately decorated caskets lined against one wall and resting inside of one was a body. In front of it, a girl. She was young and beautiful. He watched her work without making a sound. When she leaned over the edge of the casket to get a better reach, his eyes were drawn to her lower back as her spine stretched. Dirty, dirty thoughts...​

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"Ahem," he cleared his throat. There was a gleam in his brown eyes and his salacious grin slowly shifted into his usual cocky smirk. "I hope I haven't interrupted," he said in his usual worldly accent--impossible to place ( and for good reason ). His wings were drawn together behind him, hidden by the dim lighting in the room outside of hers. He rested his forearm on the door frame, leaning in just a little bit.​

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Wearing --- Music --- Location​

---Date: Friday, September 27, 2013 ---Day: 6 | 5/5 --- Mood: Surprised?--- Interaction: Danel --- Working: Yes --- City: New York City --- OOC: too lazy to update Clothing links -​

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Cassandra had been working all day in her usual silence, and was more tired than usual. Luckily, this was the 2nd to last body she would have to work on today. She spent her time delicately on this one, it was an older body and the skin was very fragile. She was leaning in, placing eyeliner delicately on the under part when the clearing of a throat confused her for a moment.​

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"I hope I haven't interrupted,"​

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Cassandra then at that moment shot up and looked in the direction of the voice. She wasn't, freaking out. She was just surprised. Funeral homes were of course always open while she was there, but rarely did anyone come over when there was no funeral. Cassandra looked down at the body she was just making up, the eyeliner slid slightly more than she wanted, but she was grateful she hadn't broken the skin.​

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"No, not at all. Are you looking for the pastor that comes here? He just left an hour ago." Cassandra took off her gloves and placed them on a table next to her and turned back over to the man, "Unless you were looking for someone in the cosmology department, because then you found the right person, but I take electronic appointments, I don't usually take appointments face-to-face with people." Her face was worn out from the day and lacked a smile, not because she was trying to be rude but because she just couldn't smile.​

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“Damn!” Dante exclaimed as the car passed him. “No one would want to do anything with us boy.”

Fog snorted in disappointment.

“Look! There’s another car coming!” The fallen one jumped off his horse and quickly put his shirt back on for the minute or two the car was coming. He stood closer to the road, waving one of his hands and smiling. Without a notice of the one standing on the side of the road, the second car also sped past him.

“Well, it looks like we are out of luck boy. At least the town is just up ahead. The sign says it’s only one mile away.” Ravenheart re-took his shirt off and laid it back on the back of the saddle. “You’ve been carrying me this whole way. I’ll walk on my own two feet so you can take a break from the extra weight.”

The horse nuzzled his cheek in affection while his owner took his reins.

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It was about ten minutes of a walk to get to the small town. This one was almost like the last one he was at, but just a little more condensed. Fog was refreshed with a pail of water graciously given by the cantina owner, and was joined with the couple other horses that were in a small pen behind the building.

Dante was seated at the bar, facing away from the bartender towards the front door, wearing a black, white-feathered fedora and his sleeveless, trench coat-like jacket along with his pants and shoes. It was too hot to wear any other of his outer clothing. The few ladies in the cantina swooned over him from a distance, careful to leave the tired stranger alone to rest. Below his hat he would glance over stealthily to the attractive men around his age sitting at the tables. The pulling feeling that came from a direction around Mexico City had suddenly disappeared and felt very much closer. This made the man a little edgy. A knife in his shoe pocket provided a little ease.

It just feels like it’s coming closer…

A drink was taken of the tequila.

 

After a few hours of just sitting around, watching James father, Tyson looked out the window, seeing it was starting to get dark out. "Well I need to head on back home, your gonna stay here right?" Tyson asked. James gave him a agreeing nod. Tyson gave a small nod, and went on back to the parking garage. Tyson started Denise up and left the hospital.
As he was on his way back, the only thing that he could think of was the hospital. He was nervous about being in a hospital, ever since his dad died. When he finally got home, he went up the stairs and unlocked his apartment door. He put his keys, gun, and badge on the stand next to the door. He kicked his shoes off in his room, and just passed out due to exhaustion on the bed and went to sleep.

 

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Friday, September 27, 2013 | Day 6: 5/5 | Mood: Happy | Music | Location: School/Home​

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He had managed to grab the form, get it signed by his mother, and still made it to school in time. The rest of the day was... not as interesting. Even at lunch everyone seemed the same to him. When he finally got out of classes he wanted to scream out praise to the lord but decided instead to just head on home.​

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As he was heading out, he heard a voice clearing up behind him, and then it was followed by the deep male voice of a professor, "Excuse me, Mister Pike? May I speak with you for just a moment?"​

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Adam stopped himself and turned around slowly, his face with his back turned to the professor screamed damn it I don't have time for this; while when his face was turned to the professor it showed yes I am interested in what you have to say.​

"I wanted to make sure everything was alright with your family?"​

"Yes, everything is fine, we have it all taken care of. Thank you for your concern..."​

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Adam turned around quickly and left the school, despite the professor's calls for him to come back. It clearly wasn't important for him. The professor probably thought his mother was in the hospital again, which she wasn't. He didn't want to hear speculations about it either, so leaving right then was better than nothing.​

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Adam finally got home around 2 am. He tiptoed his way back into his room, remaining undetected. When he got to his room on the 2nd floor, he bathed in his bedroom bathroom and then went over to hid bed. He layed down for a few minutes unable to fall asleep. He walked back into the bathroom and opened up the mirror and grabbed his sleeping pills(which hush you guys it is actually prescription). He took one and then went back to his bed where he layed until he drifted off into sleep.​

 

The bar was starting to empty as people went to bed. Dante paid the bill, which was small due to having only one glass of tequila. Fog was left in the gated area behind the bar because horses weren't allowed to roam free in this town.

As the fallen Angel went into his room, the clothes were piled in the sink, which he soon filled up with soapy water. After a slight rest he went back to wash his clothes. Being sweaty was one of the things he loathed,and so was sweaty clothes. They were hung to dry on the shower rail, and Dante made his way to the shower after brushing his teeth. Enjoying the ice water, he let out a big sigh of relief. It felt like winter. In this heat, winter was amazing to think about. After drying off, the fallen Angel went to bed in just some underwear.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 6 - 5/5 | DATE: Septmeber 27, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: A Stolen Car in Mexico City

It wasn't fun trying to get around undetected, especially when people were actively searching specifically for you. He had no way of changing the way his face looked, all he could really do was wear that sombrero he stole down low and hope nobody came up to him. Not only that, but he couldn't really go to places that had cameras. That meant that he couldn't go to any gas stations to buy gas for his stolen car. It wasn't so bad, but it meant that he had to stop in a city every single time he needed gas. You know, to siphon it from another car. He didn't particularly mind this task, except for when the gas got in his mouth. Gross.

With hunger growing, he found a relatively secluded restaurant. A small place with no cameras and not too many customers. It would be good for Sam since not the many people will be in there, and if they do recognize him, it would take longer than forty minutes for the police to get there. More than enough time for him to get away. And since he had just siphoned some gas not too long ago, he could afford to floor it out of the place. He went into the restaurant, kept his hat tilted low to cover his face, went up to the counter and ordered, "Un tamal, por favor. (One tamale, please.)" The person at the counter wrote it down and asked for some money. Fortunately, he had some left from the last guy he stole from. He handed the guy at the counter some cash and he went to the kitchen to make the food. The guy wasn't too suspicious of Sam, so he could eat his meal in relative peace. That was good.

After eating his simple meal, he drove to a relatively secluded area in Mexico City. A place where civilians, and especially cops, didn't go to. He parked his car and turned off the engine. Just to be extra careful, he looked around to make sure no one was there. Good, no one in sight. He could get some sleep there in that secluded, empty lot. Sam climbed out of the driver's seat and went into the back and lay down, with his hat on his face, and fell asleep.

 

The flight eventually reached it's destination, Mexico. Shane was glad that the flight was over and that he was getting off the plane. Mainly because it was late and he was starting to get tired. Grabbing his bags and leaving the airport were easy enough, next was to find a place to stay for the night. Fortunately there was a map for him to use.

According to it, there was a hotel that he could stay not to far from the air port. Going outside, he called another taxi and said the name of the hotel he was planning on going to. The driver understood and drove him there. It was another brief ride to his destination, where he paid the driver once they had arrived.

Soon, very soon he would be able to rest. All he would have to do first it check in the hotel. Heading to the main office, he did everything that was required of him and walked towards his assigned room with it's key in hand. When the assigned room was found, Shane opened the door with and key and placed his stuff down. Not too long after that, he quickly change and climbed into the bed. Sleep soon followed him as his head made contact with the pillow.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 6 - 5/5 | DATE: September 27, 2013, Friday | LOCATION: A Motel in Mexico City

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh... I'm not one to actually do something helpful, but I seriously hope we find this guy soon, because this heat is unBEARable!"

"Sssseeeeeeeeerioooooouuuuuuusssslllllyyyyyyyyyy~, This heat is hooooooooorrrrrrrrrrriiiiibllllleeeeee~."

"It's not that bad... I mean... What's the worst that could happen?"

"A Ssshhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrr Heart Aaaaaattaaaaaaaaaaaaack~!"

"Dumbass! You don't get a heart attack from exposure to heat. You get heat stroke!"

"Sooooooooooooooooooo~ what? Same thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~" Oh no, they were at it again. In this heat, the fighting was more unbearable. This was mainly because Joslyn was affected greatly by the heat. Fortunately, since it was night time, it had cooled down a little bit. But it was still hot, regardless.

After searching around Mexico City for a while, they decided it was high time to look for a place to sleep. Having found a relatively decent-looking Motel in the city, Hana pulled into the parking lot of it and went into the office to get a room for the night. She came out with some keys and asked Joslyn to help bring the bags. After getting into the room, which looked somewhat clean, Joslyn placed the bag she brought at the foot of her bed and plopped down onto it. It felt nice to lie down on something that was soft and cool to the touch. For some reason, Victor and Tessa were pretty quiet. Maybe they were just relaxing. Whatever, after plopping down on the bed, Joslyn had drifted off to sleep.

 

[ OOC : Saxima is still in a s h i t mood, so I'm BSing this post. ]

The provocation for some other being to possess her and choose for her didn't work, and she thought it wouldn't. It didn't seem like the kind of thing that happened on command, which was pretty ****ing annoying. Either it happened when she wanted it to, or it didn't happen at all.

Eventually, Hay Sun decided that she would call . . . one of them tomorrow. Not Renvick. She wanted to avoid Renvick. Maybe Hansen, or one of the others . . .

Ugh.

After a shower and a night snack, Hay Sun tiredly climbed into bed and then fell asleep.

 

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---Date: Friday, September 27, 2013 ---Day: 6 | 5/5 --- Mood: ???--- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No--- City: New York City --- OOC: too lazy to update Clothing links​

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She had finished up her work sloppily and quickly before she headed out for the night, she could fix it all. But at that moment she just wanted to get out of there.​

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Maybe I am just overtired and I had fallen asleep at that moment?​

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The man who was there had called her by a name she did not recognize and it left her very confused, but not as confused as she was when she saw the wings. They were very well detailed for a costume prop, he probably worked for a movie company. She had met a couple people who cracked after the death of a loved one, maybe that was the case? That didn't explain the hovering and his exit. Hah, he did say that things weren't as they seemed.​

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Maybe he is a con artist? a very detailed, long working con artist?​

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Cassandra walked into her home lazily and went to her room and layed down on her bed, thinking upon that little scene... Metatron... why on earth would he call her Metatron? She stared at the computer for a moment and chose to not write something for Another Day that night.​

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Cassandra closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "Oh god, have I gone looney?" she sat for a few minutes with the image in her head, the long dark feathered wings of the man and his hands when they ran through her hair near the end. She hoped she was just going insane...​

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Cassandra held her head and thought about the moment until she fell asleep, having a dream that only repeated all of his actions and works, crisper and cleaner.​

 

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The warmth by the fire was soothing to the aristocrat as he sat by it and stared at the flames all too calmly. Alistair finally decided it would be best to continue on with his life for now and merely see what would happen next. He knew the angel would easily find him so there was absolutely no point in him merely sitting around doing nothing. It was a shame really but Alistair quickly got over it. All he really could do at the moment was stare at the fire before merely falling asleep

 

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DAY 7​

Saturday, September 27, 2013​

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ✔ ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 7 ⦙ 1 /5 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ September 28, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Mexican Village ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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The dream of fire came once more, only this time, Hana was prepared for it. She understood what it meant. So when she woke, she was not in a daze. It was still hot and sticky in the motel room. They were lucky that this village even had a motel. It didn't look like they received many visitors to the town. She was coated in a thin layer of sweat and her clothes were moist and uncomfortable. The oscillating fan sat on top of the dresser moving back and forth, blowing warm air in their direction every few seconds. There was no air conditioning here. She was definitely ready to get out of Mexico.

When she picked up the compass, it seemed to be doing something rather peculiar. The needle frantically shifted back and forth in about three different directions. Every quarter of a second it would jump from one position to the next. What could be wrong with it? The heat couldn't have broken it, could it? She hoped not. That would be a fun one to explain to Gabriel. Hana set it down on the nightstand and peeled her body out of the damp bed. It was gross and stained with sweat. She looked over at Joslyn and gave the other girl a small nudge. ❝ Joslyn, wake up. We have a lot to do today so that we can hopefully leave soon. ❞ Hana stood by the duffel bag she brought in the night before and pulled out something light to wear. ❝ I'm going to take a quick shower. ❞ Her hair was clinging to her face and she had to pin her bangs back so that the sweat would quit dripping into her eyes.

Even with the nob set to cold, her shower water still came out rather warm. Well, it was more comfortable then the room. The tub was rather gross looking--worn out and in need of repair--, but the bathroom overall wasn't so bad. She showered quickly, feeling invigorated for no longer being covered in sweat. That slimy feeling was sickening. Granted, feeling clean wouldn't last long. She dried and smoothed out her hair before it would have a chance to get frizzy. The last thing she needed was frizzy hair to add to the nightmare. When she exited the bathroom, she motioned to it for Joslyn. ❝ Go as quick as you can. The compass is acting up and I really want to find our missing person already. I don't like waiting, not for him at least. ❞ The situation wasn't ideal.

She sat down in a wooden chair and pulled out her laptop. The motel didn't have WiFi, but she bought a Hot Spot for these exact instances. Hana spent a lot of time in places that didn't offer free internet, ( or internet of any kind for that matter ) so this made things more convenient. She opened up the instant messenger and clicked the video call button. The screen displayed a large telephone and rang a dozen times. Finally, when there was no reply on the other end, she closed it. That was odd. Jehoel always answered her calls. It said he was online. He had nothing in the world to do besides sit on the internet. His job was easy. So, why wasn't he answering her?

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Spoiler: Another Dream

Two tall men clad in Roman armor drags a somewhat familiar shackled man to their Emperor. The shackled man was Zadkiel in a another life. But this time around he was more grizzly looking, he had long pitch black hair and bread. He had fresh bruises and cuts all over his face. "Lord Theodosius, this is the Demon, Aegidius." one of guards spoke. "I am not a demon!" Zadkiel yelled. The other guard gave him a heavy punch to shut him up. Zadkiel spat out some blood and a tooth.
"What happened." Theodosius asked with a thunderous voice. "During a battle with Maximus's army, this demon defeated 5 men with no weapon. He merely flicked his hand." The man who punched Zadkiel replied. "I am NOT a demon!" Zadkiel yelled. The man winded his arm again, about to punch him. But before the punch connects, Zadkiel breaks his chains and throws the guard against the wall with telekinesis. The other guard draws his sword, but before he could use it Zadkiel sends him to the other wall. Zadkiel turns towards the Emperor, and wipes the blood that's beginning to come out of his nose. It was much harder to use his powers when he's been reincarnated a few times right now. "I am not a demon, I'm an angel of the lord. I am Zadkiel."

Tyson woke up in a bit of a sweat. He rubbed his chin, he almost felt beaten down from the dream. He got out of bed and went about his morning.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 7 - 1/5 | DATE: September 28, 2013, Saturday | LOCATION: Mexican Village

Joslyn felt a small nudge on her arm. She looked over and opened her tired eyes to see Hana standing next to her bed. "Joslyn, wake up. We have a lot to do today so that we can hopefully leave soon." Sleepiness still embracing her, she forced herself up off of the bed. Sweat laced the area she lay on as she slept. It was disgusting. "I'm going to take a quick shower." Joslyn simply nodded as she stretched and yawned while sitting on the bed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh~. It's sooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooot~!"

"Seriously. Can the next place we go to be a little bit colder? I'm fucking melting over here."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa~, of course you would melt, you Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch~!"

"Ugh, I am so NOT in the mood to deal with you."

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah~. Not in this heeeeeeeaaaaaaat~." It seems that some good came from the heat. The heat caused Tessa and Victor to be a little less vocal and more worn out. The three of them sighed in unison as Hana took her shower.

After a few minutes passed, Hana came out of the bathroom and motioned for Joslyn to take a shower as well. "Go as quick as you can. The compass is acting up and I really want to find our missing person already. I don't like waiting, not for him at least." Him? Did she know the person they were looking for personally? At any rate, she went to her bag and picked out some clothes and underwear and went into the bathroom. The tub looked disgusting, causing Joslyn to be hesitant to even step into the tub. However, since Hana asked her to be quick about, she stripped off her clothes and climbed in. She felt wrong just standing in the disgusting tub. As the warm water splashed across her body, she heard giggling coming from Victor.

"Oh my god... Seriously, Victor?"

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm~ Sorry, I can't help iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit~." This little exchange caused Joslyn to be more self-conscious and cover herself up with her hands as she stood in the shower. She hurried and washed herself before turning off the shower and quickly drying herself off. In a rush, she put on the underwear and clothes she picked out and continued to dry her hair as she left the bathroom. She looked over at Hana and saw her trying to do something on her laptop.

"What are you doing?"

 

With a big yawn, the black-haired man rolled from lying on his back to sitting on the edge of the bed. The strange feeling made him so confused that he felt like he couldn’t even decide what to eat for breakfast. A sigh escaped the angel’s mouth. His head hung onto his hands.

I have to get over this feeling. Ever since it felt like it got closer I’ve had this non-stop confusion. Maybe it will leave after I get dressed and go visit Fog.

Doing what he told himself to do, struggling the whole way, he got dressed in the attire he used from last night, making sure to put on the extra-strength deodorant. Being without a shirt was the best in weather like this. It was also a good thing that he had pants made for him out of super thin material that looked like his regular pants. With them, he wouldn’t be dying from the heat.

After he got dressed and did all the rituals needed for getting prepared for the day, Dante found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror. His hand went to his back as he closed his eyes, feeling for the faint feel of wings, whether it would be real or psychological. The fallen one’s heart skipped a beat when he felt the familiar feel of a feather. A clear conscious went over him for a second and he felt light.

Nah, I’m just thinking it.

With a shrug, he gathered himself and opened the door, putting his fedora on. A few steps later, he reached the end of the hall and entered the lobby. The man at the front desk was happy to help the angel for the night, thanking him for his support by staying. Just a few more steps and Dante would be out of the door, on his way to fog.

 

After eating breakfast Tyson called James to check on him and see how his dad was doing. "Hey man is your dad any better?" Tyson asked. "Nah, I'm going to stay a few more days. I already cleared it with the chief." James replied. "and you?" "I'm about as you'd expect. I've gotta' go the doc is here. Bye." James said as he hung up.
After that, Tyson sat down on the couch and watched some TV. Nothing really good was on. So, he grabbed his laptop. His dreams were getting more and more intense, and the name Zadkiel was etched into his mind. So what else to do but Google it. He found a very informative website. The main characteristics of Zadkiel were that he is the righteousness of God. He encourages people to forgive, and helps heal emotional wounds. He is often depicted as the angel who stopped Abraham from sacrificing his son. His energy color is purple. "Great, I'm going insane, and I'm dreaming of the angel version of Dr. Phil."
Tyson shut the laptop off, he found this a little troublesome. He wasn't too religious, although he didn't believe that there wasn't a God, there's a lot of unexplained stuff. But he just couldn't get it out of his mind.

 

As the morning sun shone threw one of the windows, Shane soon stirred awake. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't back at his home, he was in a motel in Mexico. Just the first part of his vacation. Well, it wouldn't officially start until he got out of the bed. He did just that and made his way towards the bathroom and into the shower.

Once that was all said and done, he turned on the t.v while he put on his shirt. He didn't pay much attention to the channel that was on, but from what he could hear, it had to be a news channel. From what he could hear there was still an escapee on the loose. Though unless he was to somehow run into him, he didn't worry about it much.

Once the news had gone off, Shane turned off the t.v and left the room. He figured that he might as well do some sight seeing while he was here. Going to take a bus seemed like his best option to do just that. And so he start to make his way to the nearest one that he could find.