W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 11 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ GAS STATION• NEW JERSEY [/url]Hay Sun threw Red a look when she came closer. Nosey. If she wanted to hear the call, she could wait. Hay Sun stepped away and tapped record for later reference. Her attention returned to the call when a tired voice spoke, ❝Good morning, this is Cassie . . .❞ Hay Sun's face lit up and she looked at the others with excited eyes, ❝Bonjour, Cassie. C'est Hay Sun, do you remember me?❞ she asked, ❝Is everything alright where you are? Where are you, anyway? There's a lot going on, and I'm looking for you. Well, we are. But don't worry about the others.❞ The situation wasn't going to be easy to explain, and it was something that she still wasn't comfortable with, but as far as she was concerned, Cassandra was one of the only ones in this little gang that she actually liked — and she hadn't even met her, yet.
* falls over and dies because 9:00am and hasnt slept all night * and why is this happening * sobs * that picture is making me laugh + cry . . . it's making me craugh. TEARS
I just found out about what was happening a few hours back. Senator Davis is a pretty upstandin' gal, lasting 11-hours. She would have made it past midnight, too, if it weren't for those pesky Republicans. Either way, the bill was passed ( last I heard ), but there's still a lot of uproar about it, and I hope that it's repealed because c'mon. If a woman wants to have an abortion, she has her reasons. It's no one else's job to interfere. For those of you that don't know, the bill is basically this: The capital populace is in an uproar about it passing, which I agree with them. That's some crazy stuff the Texas Senate is passing.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ CONTENT ✖ DAY 11 ※ 2/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/02/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ GAS STATION • NEW JERSEY [/url]Now this was the kind of weather that Hay Sun was used to. Nice and cool, and it actually felt like autumn. The United States was so goddamned huge, she wondered how people ever got around. She had a few relatives scattered about the county, here and there, but she hadn't told them that she was in the neighborhood, though her father had probably notified when she had first left France. They had settled that. She had to lie to him of course. He understood when she put a positive spin on it. She needed to 'find' herself. Study at Buddhist temples; meditate more often. She actually hoped she got the chance to do that. When they came to their most recent pitstop, they were somewhere in New Jersey. Newark, Red called it, and it wasn't much longer until they got to New York. She would finally get to meet Cassandra; Hay Sun had to admit, she was a little excited. Considering what happened, she hoped that she was still alive. Man, was it really 3:30am? She still had trouble adjusting to the major change in timezones. It was about 9:30am at home, by now . . . It was still pretty crazy; suddenly appearing in Mexico, taking a road trip across the United States with a bunch of stranger she didn't even know . . . Along the way, Red had done her best to answer Hay Sun's questions and her resolve in not believing that she was this supernatural being known as Puriel was barely hanging by the thread. Powers and other things were still pretty far fetched, but there had been a moment or two . . . Expecting to not meet trouble on a road trip was a ridiculous notion. They had run into a few thugs with her and Pa - . . . Sam tag teamed. Man, that had been great. ❝Are you sure she's in New York City?❞ Red asked Hay Sun for the umpteenth time. Jesus Christ, she wanted to punch this girl already. ❝Can you try calling her or something?❞ ❝She might not even be there anymore. Doesn't your magic little compass point you in the direction?❞ She propped out the kickstand to her motorcycle and got off of it stretching her muscles and tightening the laces on her shoes. Driving that whole time with Sam hadn't been so bad, actually; proof of that was that they were still alive. She probably talked more to him than any of the others in their little gang of white doves. She pulled out her phone and looked through her various notifications from Tumblr, text messages, missed phone calls, and other things. She had basically disappeared off of the face of the Earth, and everyone in her connections was worried. That was kind of nice. Opening her contacts list, she scrolled through the various names and numbers until she got to the one she wanted. ❝Calling Cass now,❞ she notified the others, while filling up her gas tank, ❝Oy, Paco, go into the station and get us some snacks. I'm starving. Make sure you get some more Dr Pepper. I drank the last few cans.❞ She tossed him two twenties. He gave her a look, and she scowled, ❝Okay, please?❞ The dial tone began, and Hay Sun waited, hopeful.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ OUTSIDE • MEXICO [/url]Hay Sun decided that, despite the terrible first impression, she sort of liked Paco and his spunk. When she mentioned the box, Hay Sun shook her head, and then began to wonder what was inside it and why Pretty Boy left it to her. He said that she told him to. Or Uriel had. Paco had been on death row? Christ, what the hell sort of criminal was he? ❝As soon as you finish eating,❞ Just at that moment, actually, Hay Sun had finished all of her food. she must have been more hungry than she thought. ❝. . . a bike waiting for you. I'm assuming Pretty Boy left it for you, as you refer to him.❞ She shrugged at the last bit. He hadn't told her his real name ( assuming it wasn't actually 'Leon', which she doubted ), so what else was she supposed to call him? ❝He also isn't coming back, if you were expecting him to.❞ ❝I wasn't.❞ Hay Sun replied evenly. Half of her wanted him to, the other half cursed his existence, which was the more dominating part. ❝He dragged me into this mess, I'm not even sure if I want him to be breathing, still.❞ She stared down at her plate, but then looked back up at Paco and Red, ❝Well, ready? Let's get going.❞ She stood up, went to the counter to pay, set tip down, and then passed the other boy she recognized from yesterday. ❝. . . We were just leaving, getting ready to go.❞ she told him as she headed out of the small restaurant to retrieve her things from the motel room and pack them up onto her motorcycle. Man, what a gang of misfits they all were. ❝Oy, Paco,❞ she called, finishing loading up her motorcycle with her bag and the mysterious box, ❝You wanna ride with Red, or me?❞ It was a bad idea, to some extent, but crashing the bike as self-defense was an option — and she had done it before, so there wasn't much to worry about. She turned to Red, ❝Since you know where we're going, you can lead the way. And don't worry, I have a passport if we pass over national lines.❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ RESTAURANT • MEXICO [/url]When Paco scoffed at her mention of 'saving the world', she could tell he was on the same boat as her. Maybe. He chuckled, ❝Well, the name's Samuel. Though in the pit - ❞ Aha, she knew it. ❝ - they just called me a maniac and shit like that. Well, sending people to the hospital on a regular basis seems to earn you a name in there.❞ She laughed; wasn't that the truth. Her friends telling the many stories involving the baseball bat never got old. ❝Say, how old are you anyways?❞ Hay Sun wondered why he wanted to know. Curiosity's sake, probably, but she still didn't like that glint in his eyes. Calling her 'little lady' and 'Sweetheart' didn't ease her down either. Then again, it really shouldn't bother her. Just because he was a man, older, taller, and heavier than her, didn't mean she couldn't take him down. Those factors certainly didn't help other people like him. ❝Seventeen,❞ she replied, taking a drink of her coffee. ❝You?❞ Just before he could answer, the door of the restaurant chimed and she looked over her shoulder to see Red, who was making her way over to them. ❝There is no repentance for the angels after their fall, just as there is no repentance for men after death.❞ Hay Sun raised an eyebrow, and listened on. Seriously though, what a way to kill the mood. It irked her to no end. ❝Do I look like I have a choice, Red?❞ she replied after the other was done, ❝I'm in Mexico , for fuck's sake, and I don't think Pretty Boy would let me go back home even if I wanted to.❞ She rubbed her face. ❝Don't get me wrong, I'm not on board with your ANGEL-OPs shit, but if you want me to even consider it, you've gotta throw me a bone or something. Prove that we're - ❞ She motioned between herself and Paco, ❝ - actually not humans, or whatever. Having seen Pretty Boy do his wing-jig might have been something, but it wasn't enough.❞ . . . Well, she had been having a nice morning. I DO NOT LIKE THIS ANY MORE THAN YOU DO, HAY SUN WHITE, BUT AT LEAST GIVE XATHANAEL A CHANCE. I DO NOT PERSONALLY LIKE HER, BUT IN SUCH TIMES, PETTY BEHAVIOR IN INEXCUSABLE. Hay Sun scowled to herself. IT IS UNFORTUNATE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DRAGGED INTO THIS, BUT AS YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU, THERE IS NOT MUCH CHOICE IN THE MATTER. ❝. . . I should try and call Cassandra Hansen,❞ Hay Sun said after a bit of urging from that ridiculous voice in her head. ❝Where are we supposed to be going, anyway?❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ RESTAURANT • MEXICO [/url]Abbadon, huh? Hay Sun recalled her time spent in the library; And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon. Revelation 9:11, the book all about the coming and going of the Apocalypse. Hay Sun narrowed her eyes at him. Accents didn't mean much to her; frankly, she hadn't been paying much attention to his. Hell, she was here in Mexico, all the way from Europe — he could have been from somewhere else, too. ❝Well, since you've been asking me so many questions, little lady, why don't I ask you some? What's your name? You haven't introduced yourself since we met.❞ To tell a real name or to not. Red would probably spill it soon enough, so there was no point in lying about it. ❝Hay Sun. My mom was Korean . . . Some of my friends like to call me Mickey, if that's easier for you.❞ she replied evenly, and then their food was set on the table. ❝From France, yes. Angel Airlines brought me here,❞ she replied with some sarcasm, ❝On some mission to 'save the world' or whatever that noise is.❞ She looked out the window and saw Red standing next to . . . Her motorcycle. A small bit of relief broke over her face. ❝Huh. Boy Scout's honor, I guess,❞ she murmured to herself, and then looked back up at Paco, ❝Your name? Or maybe they gave you a nickname in the pit?❞ She was taking a stab in the dark about the prison deal, but it seemed likely.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ ANNOYED ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ RESTAURANT • MEXICO [/url]❝So, what do you want, Sweetheart?❞ Hay Sun looked over the top of her menu at Paco. ❝It's more like what you want, Paco.❞ she replied, ❝Wanna keep that pretty tongue of yours? I'm sure you do. Stop calling me sweetheart.❞ She saw that he pick-pocketed people, and had to admit, he wasn't half-bad at it. The only reason she hadn't said anything was because she had swindled a wallet a few times back home as well. From one thief to another, mums the word. In any case, she told him what she wanted, and he ordered for the both of them. While they were waiting to be served, Hay Sun leaned back in her chair. ❝So what's little Red calling you?❞ she asked curiously, ❝Well, besides whatever your name is. Something Latin, or from the Bible.❞ It was still difficult to wrap around angels, and she still had her doubts. She wondered where Paco was originally from. If she was from France, then where did he come from? Some pretty boy probably hadn't popped in on him and whisked him away. ❝Where're you from, anyway?❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ ANNOYED ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ OUTSIDE • MEXICO [/url]It took Paco just a bit to adjust to the situation, which was too long for Hay Sun and she was just about ready to bank it out of there because she was not in the mood. Why the hell would you want to sleep in a car, anyway? ❝Can't say I know that much about them, Sweetheart. All I know is that we're fallen angels, and that we have to somehow regain our power. Not that I care about that bullshit anyhow.❞ Her eyebrow twitched at the pet name. Sweetheart, seriously? It seemed like Paco believe the fallen angels thing and was on board with the ANGEL-OPs. Annoying. What was even worse was that Hay Sun knew her skepticism was slowly draining. It was just one thing after another that was knocking her down a peg with this. First Pretty Boy showing up everywhere, the dreams, the visions, the 'possessions' . . . Hay Sun looked back at Paco. Dude looked like he'd done some time in the slammer. He wasn't repulsive, she guessed. ❝I gotta say, Sweetheart, you look good.❞ In one swift motion, Hay Sun pulled out her pocket knife and flipped it open. ❝I won't hesitate to slice your dick off, Paco.❞ she said, pointing the knife at him, as his eyes roamed over her. Annoying dog. It probably wasn't a good idea to start a fight among Red's little god squad, but she didn't know any of these people, didn't like any of these people, didn't care about any of these people. She wouldn't have a problem slicing up any of them if they bothered her too much. Her stomach rumbled. ❝Of all the times . . .❞ She cursed to herself in French, and then looked back up at Paco. ❝You hungry? I'm gonna get breakfast.❞ She always wanted to eat a traditional Mexican breakfast. She flipped her knife shut, still totally wary of Paco, and began walking towards a small restaurant. ❝You can speak Spanish, can't you?❞ she asked him, ❝So you're coming with me anyway so you can translate. Or whatever.❞ Either way, Paco was coming. Hay Sun walked into the small, cozy place and was seated, offered coffee, and a menu. She suddenly missed the café back home, even though it was a lot bigger than this one. She sighed and looked through.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I CMOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 9 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/30/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ OUTSIDE • MEXICO [/url] Hay Sun had been up before anyone else. A part of her hoped that yesterday was a dream, but of course, that was too much to ask for. She was still in the motel room. Still in Mexico.Dad left her messages, tons of them. She was going to have to face him at one point or another, explain herself. What would she tell him? Maybe Pretty Boy should have covered something like that, or maybe she should have thought this little world trip tour through more.Hay Sun figured she was probably going to get heat sick, but weather didn't effect her like it did others; she mostly took it in stride, even if she had been wearing pants and a sweater in the heat of Mexico. After slipping on shorts and her shoes, Hay Sun hid the box. Red looked like she wanted it, for some reason, whatever it was. Hay Sun was more than pleased to keep it away from her, at least until Pretty Boy showed up and told her what it was.She passed by a car with a man inside it, a sombrero covering his face. She had seen sombreros before, being worn by the members of a mariachi band in Spain, when she had gone for a visit, but would have never imagined seeing one in Mexico, for some reason.This was the guy that had been with Red yesterday, right? No, he had been on the bench with the other guy.She tapped on the glass. ❝Oy, Paco,❞ she called. Paco was a stereotypical name for a Spaniard. Err. Hispanic. Mexican. Whatever. ❝Care to share what you know about little Red and her god squad?❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SLEEPY ✖ DAY 8 ※ 6/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ MOTEL ROOM • MEXICO [/url]Blanc had introduced herself as Joslyn, but names, around here, around these people, were something Hay Sun didn't really care about. Blanc was Blanc and Red was Red, and that was the end of that. Blanc talked to herself, like there were people in her head, or something. Schizophrenia? Hay Sun once had a friend, when she was younger, who was diagnosed as such. It didn't bother her, but she didn't say anything about it anyway. The door opened and Hay Sun didn't bother sitting up or opening her eyes, knowing that it was probably Red. She got the other two girls some food and after, Hay Sun went to change into night clothes. It was hot in Mexico, a pretty drastic weather change from autumn France. She guessed it was being closer to the equator or something. Oh well. The temperature wouldn't effect her much anyway. She seemed pretty comfortable in hot weather and near fire. Red decided that she would share a bed with Blanc, which was fine with Hay Sun, even though she had originally planned to sleep on the floor. More room for me, whatever. she thought to herself. With her bag and boîte on the other side of the bed, out of view, Hay Sun slipped into the covers. It was still pretty hard to chew and swallow that she was actually in Mexico. It didn't look like ANGEL-OPs was gonna get any less strange, either. Closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, Hay Sun wondered what Pretty Boy was doing.
⎛ DAY 9 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 29TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE • KITCHEN ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ CONTENT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 9% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ — ⎠ ❝ ＩＦ ＯＮＬＹ ＦＯＲ ＰＥＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＭＩＮＤ . ❞ Sophie had found that, however eccentric, Pierce's mother was decent company. At least she was able to carry on an intelligent conversation. Sophie could also see where Pierce got her attractiveness; her mother was quite pretty. ❝Mom!❞ ❝Relax sweetie. You've been letting this get you too worked up. You need to calm down.❞ Sophie smiled and glanced at Pierce over the rim of her glass, ❝Yes, sweetie. You should relax.❞ Just a moment later, Ms. Mhenjer placed two tickets of some kind in front of Sophie and Pierce. They were for the Ciel Spring Spa, in Westchester, extremely expensive. Sophie had never been there before, but her mother certainly had — plenty of times. Apparently, Ms. Mhenjer had received from a raffle, which was really very lucky, considering. ❝I like your mom,❞ Sophie told Pierce when she was gone, ❝she's very nice.❞ And had told Sophie about her husband, which explained a few things about Pierce, but it was a better idea to not elaborate on any of that. She looked back down at the tickets and picked both of them up, smiling. ❝This would be nice for our date,❞ she commented, ❝I've never really had a spa day before. What do you think?❞ C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 9 : 3 2 A M ☁
T H E • M O R N I N G • R E V O L U T I O N I woke up during the young hours of the morning, and after dressing in relatively appropriate attire, began to work on cleaning the mess that the red hurricane created. Clumsy beast. Not at all what a tiger of his stature should move like, but what more can I expect of such an untamed creature? My work is completely just three hours after waking, and then I set about delivering the spare clothing to the tiger's den. When done, he has still not woken up and I then walk to the monitor room, activating the PA system which is systematically, and rather cleverly hidden throughout the house. ❝Awaken, foul beast.❞ I say loudly, and grin, then set the microphone back down and lock the room, and head to ground floor to begin preparing breakfast for the both of us. There will be no 'love potion' shenanigans this morning. Or ever again. A simple, one-track minded beast calls for a simple breakfast. Nothing so elaborate that would put him off, and I also make it a point to prepare him the tea he seems to favor so well. I doubt he would outwardly state that he is pleased at the food, but stubborn beasts hardly ever do. Hardly having broken a sweat, I set the table in the smaller, more personal dining room and wait for the storm to roll through.
