⎛ DAY 9 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 29TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ PIERCE'S HOUSE • BEDROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ THOUGHTFUL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 9% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ KEEPING SOPH AT PIERCE'S HOUSE. HERKA. SORRY HYUGE. ⎠ ❝ ＩＦ ＯＮＬＹ ＦＯＲ ＰＥＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＭＩＮＤ . ❞ She had to admit, sleeping next to Pierce for two nights in a row was really . . . nice. Just because she was cute little Pierce and always made a fuss about these sorts of things. She had told Lucas she would be staying, and he made it a point to bring her more clothing, yesterday, during the rehearsal Erik had all made them go to. The play had to go on, after all. Most of the others were half-avoiding her, which she didn't really care for in the least. But even Quentin . . . Sophie rolled over in bed, facing Pierce's peaceful, sleeping face. So cute. She moved a stray hair from the other girl's face. With a sigh, she rolled over again and then sat up, stretching all of her sleepy muscles. There would be another mandatory rehearsal today, but she didn't know if she wanted to go. As the composer, she wasn't really obligated, but as the first chair cellist, Bryan would be on her case about not showing. She walked to the bathroom and showered, and then changed after completely drying her hair. After that, she headed downstairs and did what she always did when she spent the night over here, grabbed a tall glass and poured herself some milk. Moments like that, the small things, were the ones that brought her most pleasure. Especially when they were small things she projected on to other people that then snowballed into a hail storm of chaos and emotional turmoil. Sophie smiled pleasantly. TO: Freddie I'm okay. Lucas has made arrangements for a funeral, of course no one knows that. Richie's mother is apparently an emotional wreck. Poor woman. I think Zachary's sister hates me. She has that right. I've met Seraphina's parents before. Not the nicest people. I don't know about Alex's parents... The funeral is joint. In two days. You'll be there, I hope. Sigh. C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 9 : 2 5 A M ☁
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I CMOOD ※ ANNOYED ✖ DAY 8 ※ 6/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ MEXICO [/url] Red looked at her like Hay Sun was an alien or something. Annoying. What really got her was the box in her hands because Red looked like she wanted to snatch it away from Hay Sun, first thing. Haha, that wasn't happening.Apparently, Red knew her name. ❝You're supposed to be in France.❞. . . Okay. How did Red know that she lived in France? ❝Yeah, that's what I thought, too.❞ she replied cautiously. ❝Your little angel pal dragged me here.❞ But it looked like Red didn't know who she was talking about. ❝Y'know, the whole 'whoosh' thing that 'angels' are prone to doing to unsuspecting victims? Yeah, that.❞She listened to Red. They were in Mexico? She had always wanted to go to Cancún, but it didn't look like that was happening now. Fallen angels? What the fuck was that noise? Honestly, with Pretty Boy pulling the avian trick, she was half-willing to believe anything at the moment. Apparently, the guy she was talking to was the same as Hay Sun. And the two across the street. And one back a motel.❝. . . Powers? You've gotta be kiddin' me.❞ Hay Sun sighed; this was way past nuts.❝I'm glad you're here, Puriel. You are a strong ally to have, even if we never did get along.❞❝Well, ain't that the surprise of the year.❞ she replied sarcastically, ❝And my name isn't Puriel — Uriel — whatever. It's Hay Sun White. And that's it.❞It looked like Red was getting frustrated, but Hay Sun wasn't exactly sure how much of a shit she gave. Three options were then laid out. What the fuck? They were all shitty sounding. The Morning Star? Lucifer. C'mon Red, get around to Cassandra, now . . . she thought to herself, tapping her foot and resting the mysterious box against her hip.Well, she did want answers — and Pretty Boy wasn't around to whisk her back home, so she guessed there was that was out of the question. Before she could even get out her answer, Red pulled a bitch-move and strut away towards the bench where two other people sat. Hay Sun rubbed at her face. This was going to be a long ride.You better have brought me my motorcycle, Pretty Boy. she thought to herself, following after Red and ignoring whoever she had been previously talking to. She pulled back her hair and then pried a room number from Red, leaving them moments later to join whoever the hell was in that motel room.When she walked in, she saw a pale-skinned, frail looking girl sitting about. Her hair and eyes were a matching white color and it was a little spooky. ❝God, I hope she doesn't eat me or whatever.❞ she muttered to herself in French.❝Bonjour, Blanc.❞ she greeted. Azazel, Red called her? Hay Sun recalled reading about that one. The 'scapegoat', they called him. ❝Name's Hay Sun. Nice to meet you. Or whatever.❞ She flopped onto the bed after setting her bag and the box down. Man. This was too much for her. It was hard to believe that just twenty minutes ago, she was standing in her room — on the other side of the world. Now, here she was, in Mexico, North America, with some albino she didn't know, and a ginger she didn't like.. . . This was going to be a long week.
T H E • T R O U B L E S O M E • R E V O L U T I O N Over the course of the day, TORVALD and myself had developed some form of respect for one and other. That not being in the usual sense. Clearly, we both knew that in some form, I was involved in the 'murders', but I knew that the extent of TORVALD's knowing was merely suspicion. Nothing confirmed. I had to admit, he was certainly strong in his resolve, only wavering once or twice when I made the wording lay over itself a few times. ❝Working class peon. It is late, and you and I have gone back-and-forth enough over the utter ridiculousness, by the millions of proletarian souls as numerous as the stars in space, that you wish to deny my revolution of justice. Allow me to deny you courtesy in the wake. I am tired, but not once do I wish to take my eyes off from your cold face, so I request we take this to the morning before our sleep deprivation catches either of us off guard.❞Lucas hummed a laugh. ❝I say that is a genuinely smart move.❞ he replied, standing up, and then leading TORVALD from the library. ❝Sophie will not return home tonight, so you are free to the third floor. Next to my quarters, preferably. I prefer keeping an eye on the red star, even if it may blind me.❞ They walked through the messy house, which Lucas had yet to clean, but he didn't particularly care at the moment. His day spent with the tiger had been pleasing, and thoroughly interesting. Enjoyable, at the very least. Eventually, they reached the third floor, and Lucas opened the door for TORVALD. ❝Sleep well, beast.❞ Lucas said with a smile, and then closed the door. Tomorrow, he would clean. Upon returning to his own room, Lucas undressed and laid out a set of clothing for the beast that he would bring to him in the morning. Since they were relatively the same size, there should be no issues. Before slipping into bed, Lucas closed down the house and locked everything up. He walked about the house half naked, but wasn't too worried of TORVALD somehow stumbling upon him since the room he had left the other in was away from him. Eventually, he slipped into bed and fell asleep. - - - Bryan fell asleep on the couch because Saxima is tired.
Animal Crossing, so you can come visit me. ♥
⎝ DAY 8┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊DECEMBER 28TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊HARLEY'S HOUSE ⎞⎝ MOOD┊THOUGHTFUL ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊37% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊— — — ⎞ 『WEATHER』 CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF RAIN 58°! ❧『DATE & TIME』 12/28/2013 - 8:47PM ❧『DAY』 8 Bryan smiled as he read Noëlle's email. Fortunately, this had all been going pretty well. Recently, she told him that she would be spending tomorrow with a boy named Quentin Freeborn. Bryan vaguely recognized the name, and he was glad that she was finally, maybe, snapping out of her down mood. The time they had spent together was pretty normal. No fights, arguments. Progress was slow, but Harley was right. He was definitely right. "Of course I was." said boy replied, kissing his neck. Bryan had been out of the loop for a few days, and had just recently popped back onto the scene yesterday. He heard about what happened at Sophie's house, and asked her if it was true. She told him she didn't want to talk about it. He felt really bad about what happened. Everyone kept saying it was murder, but who would want to kill them? It was terrible. Poor Elisa . . . It scared him so much because of what happened before, back then. He still remembered all of that stuff. It still haunted him. Since the day was nearly over, Bryan and Harley spent the time watching movies and playing video games. He thought about texting people, having never replied to Maria's message . . . Maybe he should try and see how Elisa was doing. Their last encounter hadn't gone down too well, and was a little embarrassing . . . Probably for the both of them. Hey! Just seeing how you're doing. Probably not so great, but... You can message me if you want! Anytime. Maybe we can get together soon?
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THE FUCK?✖ DAY 8 ※ 5/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL [/url]Pretty Boy explained 'Xathanael' to Hay Sun who was quietly listening, and she discovered that they — she was actually the Sadie-Clare Renvick on her list of numbers. What made her so special? Hay Sun guessed she was on an important mission of some sort. Secretly, she was pleased when Pretty Boy told her that she would have her motorcycle when she wanted. He seemed not to like that, but since when had she given a shit about his opinion? It felt like that was never. Still . . . He seemed pretty sad about it. Or something. She clicked her tongue when he asked her if she was ready, and then embraced her despite her protests. Damn this guy. That was when she saw it; the wings. They were so large, and . . . real. But this . . . This couldn't be real. Angels? Tch, yeah right . . . The world rapidly changed around them and she felt a little sick from the impossibly fast ride. Much to her appreciation, Pretty Boy helped her steady out as she faced disorientation. Okay, so this transportation thing was real. No technology needed. Unless it was some super advanced stuff that the world didn't know about. She looked up at him and scowled. ❝You could at least warn me for next time,❞ He seemed to ignore her, which was even more irritating than him paying attention to her. Eventually, Pretty Boy directed her to a redhead that was down the lane, and Hay Sun sighed. ❝I SAVED THIS, JUST AS YOU ASKED OF ME TO DO. I KEPT IT SAFE FOR YOU. I KNEW YOU WERE IN THERE SOMEWHERE, URIEL, AND I'M GLAD I GOT TO SEE YOU, EVEN IF YOU WERE THROWING ME AGAINST A WALL.❞ If this guy kept pulling the 'past lovers' shit . . . Hay Sun raised an eyebrow. He kept calling her Uriel, which seemed less annoying now. 'Less', not 'not annoying'. It still wasn't okay to call her that, mostly because it wasn't her name, and she wasn't apart of their ANGEL-OPS fuckassery. She looked down at the box he was giving her to, and wondered why 'she' asked him to save it. Pretty Boy knew her before this, it looked like. When he apologized for being touchy, it gave her a little satisfaction because he seriously needed to stop doing that. Then he was gone. Well then. Hay Sun wondered who he was. Who he really was. God, she hated him . . . and didn't hate him. Her head seriously needed to stop doing this. Pretty Boy said that Cassandra Hansen was in trouble, but how did he know that? Was this Danel-dude after her, too? Well, if Hay Sun could do something to help her, then she would do whatever it took. This was nuts. Completely nuts. she thought to herself as she walked towards the poster girl for Christianity. She probably spoke English, great. ❝Oy, Red,❞ she called out, not bothering to lessen her accent. It looked like she was talking to someone. Hay Sun wasn't having it. She did her waiting. And dreaming. And seeing shit. She would be damned if she didn't get her answers. ❝Pretty B - . . . Leon sent for your ANGEL-OPs shit. Oh, right. Cassandra Hansen, New York, United States. She's in trouble.❞ If there was every a way to start a conversation . . . But if Pretty Boy needed her to be a part of this BS, then she guessed she had no other choice. Especially if she wanted to see him again.
* proceeds to do a merry jig on New Years *
I'll tell you if I edit anything. • What is his/her name: Nix Holsen • Gender: Male ♂ • Age: 17 • Half Species Type: Werewolf • Height/Weight: 5'11" • 138 lbs Transformed: 6'0" ( on all fours ) • 166 lbs• Body shape: Track runner build; lean, fit, defined muscles. • Hair color/Skin color/Eye color: Light brown • Sun-kissed Tan • Green Transformed: Light copper fur • Forest green eyes• Typical outfit they wear: Dark jean pants, V-neck shirts, sometimes light hoodies, Converse; Has a woven necklace with dark red and black wooden beads, and a small silver band on his left ring finger. • Moral views: Non-religious ( "Please excuse me if I don't give a fuck about your god." ), has his own honor code that he follows, and keeps to himself ( and his problems ) unless he absolutely needs to tell them. You should never be mean to anyone unless they completely deserve it. • Basic personality: Quiet and observant; Nix has few friends because of trust issues that were instilled in him by his parents at a young age. He has grown up to be very cynical and jaded, and is often sarcastic and sardonic. He's not afraid to put himself in bad situations, and can often be reckless and let his anger control him, but Nix is very protective of his friends and won't stand for anyone hurting them. Despite everything, he's still a child at heart and secretly craves the positive attention his parents starved him of as a young boy. • Favorite Saying: "My business is my business until I make it your business, you got that?" • "Today might be your last day, why half-ass it?" • Do they or do not have a job? What kind if so?: Works in a café, despite parents' protests. • "Mom and dad don't want me to get a job — say the adults might see the bruises." • Method of transportation: Motorcycle • Spontaneously exploding into fur and four legs in the woods, then running about. • Favorite genre of music: Anything that sounds good to him, ranging from Country to Rock, anything but hardcore rap. • Their theme song: Restless by Sue Generis • Favorite place to be: Someplace quiet. • A pond, deep in the forest, inside a naturally formed grotto. • Favorite Things: Coffee, music, video games, nature, peaceful solitude • Favorite Movie: Django Unchained • The Incredibles • Goals for the present: Survive the day to come, get some enjoyment out of each day, and trying not to be a smart-ass ( which is not really working ). • Long-range goal: "Long term? Right now, I only see what's in front of me. But if I thought about it, not dying seems like a pretty good one." • Do they go to middle school/high school?: High school • Senior • What kind of place do they live in?: House by the woods • Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: None • Favorite food(s): Pork chops, Steak, Bacon, coffee ice cream, Starbucks ( It's a guilty pleasure. ) • What is their financial situation?: Well off. • Hobby: Secretly likes to read and write, rides his motorcycle, trying to spend as much time away from his parents as possible. • "You can't make up for hitting me with money and buying me ****." • Likes to snap photos at the secret pond, plays video games and runs outside during the nighttime. • Normal Skill: Great photographer, pretty decent writer, holds lots of track records • Supernatural abilities: Speed, extraordinary strength, eyesight, and senses ( smell, eyesight, hearing ), has the ability to transform into a wolf. • Favorite book and/or last-read book: "Little Brother" by Cory Doctorow • "If I could hack computers and stuff like that, I'd be a basement dweller. Good book, great revolutionary basis . . . But why spend all of that time inside?" • What is the bedroom like?: Dark blue walls, queen-size bed, two small closets adjacent to each other, black book/game shelf, black desk and white desk lamp. Has the quote "If Today Was Your Last Day . . . " in white letters and across from that one, on the other side is a quote by ( oddly enough ) Walt Disney, "Laughter is timeless, imagination has no age, and dreams are forever." • Parents?: Mom and Dad • "Regardless of how ****** they might be." • Fears: That he'll miss out on a great things in life. • That his imagination will leave him. • Thunder • That he'll lose control of the strange "gifts" he's been given. • Other things that weren't covered here: Nix seems to have an out-of-place talent for playing the cello. He also has a soft spot for kittens and puppies.
T H E • T R O U B L E S O M E • R E V O L U T I O N ❝I wish to ignite the revolution.❞ TORVALD cleared his throat, and it seemed he was concealing a smile or frown of some sort. ❝So you concede the it was you who killed them so easily, dog of the Bennettes?❞ The atmosphere had now settled, and the fire had turned ice blue. Lucas quietly listened to the speech that was confronting him while completely ignoring the cold air about themselves. Describing Lucas as a dog was actually quite degrading; it was, perhaps, the worst insult one could bestow upon him, and he completely took it in stride. ❝A revolution of justice , you say?❞ Lucas began, looking up into the gray sky. ❝You believe that marching into a man's home, uninvited, smashing that which he has worked so strenuously to earn, confronting him with truths that do not apply to his self, his person, or his being that ever was justice?❞ He began to freely walk about the area, taking interest in his visible breath in front of him. ❝You say you have seen the light of my eyes before, but that is a lie; I am that of which you have never seen the likes of. And neither are you.❞It seemed that it had begun to snow. As cold as the weather was, I am unable to force myself to feel it. I am too far into this young man who has so carelessly confronted me with half-truths and a corrupted sense of the REVOLUTION. He knows not my struggles. The disregard of human life . . . It is not without consequences to the self. As far as I'm concerned, I have not disregarded their lives. I have simply moved on with a much more fleeting pace than others would. ❝What do you know of looks, of dogs, of anything that surrounds me?❞ I ask him, taking steps forward. It is difficult for me to ever accept that someone can see me, look at me, and simply . . . know. They do not know. They will never know. I smile. ❝As I have said before, Tannhauser, what happened to those four children is completely beyond me. I am not a murderer; you will find no bodies in my dwelling. Until I receive official autopsy reports, which I will have in hand soon enough, then I can make a final judgment on what to make of the situation.❞ I explain to him, moving even closer still. The distance that was once between the two young men, who were both fierce beasts in their own being, was eventually closed. Lucas couldn't refrain from noting that they were similar in height, so their eyes bore into each other's, ready to pounce into the attack. ❝Interesting, isn't it?❞ Lucas eventually said, and then moved around TORVALD, bringing the other boy back into the house. They would probably both end up sick, at this rate. With all pretenses of the attack dropped, Lucas duly retrieved the medical kit that TORVALD was so completely attached to and began to head to the kitchen. On their way, he inspected all of the damage caused by the other, and forced himself to not be angry. Simple to clean, yes, but to retrieve . . . ❝Tannhauser, have you eaten yet?❞ Lucas asked, fully knowing the ramifications of his question. Panthers and tigers were far more rabid on empty stomachs, but well-fed, perhaps there would be more of an understanding between the ferocious.
T H E • T R O U B L E S O M E • R E V O L U T I O N There had been no traces of SOPHIE for some time, though I suppose that in the situation, she needed time away from the home. I had mine yesterday, and I feel quite better. I find no point in mulling in sorrow over what was purely unexpected. Many would argue otherwise. FATIME is a complete wreck, and has ordered me to leave her alone. I have done so, but do not see what there is to be so strewn out over. Of course, my sister and I are quite different, yet very the same. She does regret certain actions where I do not. I sit in the library reading a history on communism while juggling ANIMAL FARM and a book on socialist states in the modern age. These subjects were usually of no interest to me, for I do not favor political structures and figures of any sort, but as of recent . . . Well, suffice to say, something has sparked my full attention for it. There is a loud noise, and I look from the large window I am standing in front of to the door that leads to the hallway. An intruder? Perhaps SOPHIE has returned, and is in a sour mood. Shouting abounds . . . Such an annoyance. Normally, it would be my sole absorption to investigate, but at the moment, I simply find myself too busy to care. No doubt, there will be such a mess to clean. A few more moments of brazened bedlam later, and I discover that I recognize the voice. Male. Hearty. Strong. REVOLUTIONARY, even. Yes, the voice can only be that of one person. It seemed he was looking for me. Well, why not, I suppose. I am the only person home. Ah, yes. COMRADE's medical kit. What a silly person he is, forgetting about it twice. I look to my side, and there it sits. I bring it with me about the house, and it was just for this occasion. Just as flies to honey. There will most absolutely be a mess to clean. He is quite the klutz. More commotion later, I have discovered that he is here to confront me of the death of those four teenagers. Mmm, yes, quite unfortunate. Does he think he will get a confession out of me? I suppose it's not something one lies about, but I have no intention of telling him the truth. Abrubtly, his babbling is cut short, and another crash sounds, this time accompanied by . . . Very loud music, I might add. Yes, REVOLUTIONIST, set the mood. Silly boy. Yet, his voice still somehow carries over the noise. He is still asking me to confess. The steps of the stampede rang loud and clear. The double doors flew opened, and there he was. ❝I see you have completely destroyed the house, Tannhauser.❞ Lucas told him calmly, a smile on his face. The music continued to play, but it didn't seem to register in the mind of someone who needed to console the beast. ❝Honestly, are you prepared to clash in a place where knowledge is endless?❞ Lucas asked, largely, passionately motioning with an arm to the endless amount of books that adorned the room. The glint of the sun from the window behind him shone on the lenses of his glasses, making them flash at the other young man as he tilted his head. ❝Perhaps we should take our struggle for clarity elsewhere.❞ The book in Lucas' hand closed with a loud CLAP and he spun on his heel open the window-doors of the library and began to walk out, removing his black blazer and loosening his dark teal tie all the while. The beast followed him. The wind ruffled his dark hair as he removed his glasses. ❝Speak, you overzealous tiger, and state your reasons as to destroying my home, and confronting me with such passion.❞ The only way for the hunter to assuage his prey were it irritated was to stop poking it and move as far away from it as possible. Lucas was not that sort of hunter, though. He was far more daring. ❝You wish to know of the final fates of those four children?❞ he asked, rolling up his sleeves, ❝You must first earn the right. Express your reasons.❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ ANNOYED✖ DAY 8 ※ 4/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL > HOME [/url]Man. She really hated this guy and should have killed him while she had the chance. ❝OF COURSE. HOWEVER, I DO NOT BELIEVE XATHANAEL WOULD APPRECIATE BEING CALLED A DUDE. SHE'S RATHER PARTICULAR ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT.❞ Great, Xathanael was a chick. That was wonderful. ❝I LIKE YOUR KNIFE, BY THE BY. THE WING ENGRAVING IS CUTE. HOW UNLIKE YOU.❞ His light laugh irked her. ❝My mother gave it to me when I was younger, so fuck you.❞ she replied, rolling her eyes. ❝WE CAN GO BACK, BUT ONLY IF I GO TO MEET YOUR FRIENDS FIRST. THEY SEEM . . . INTERESTING.❞ Hay Sun opened her mouth to say something. Him, meeting her friends? That just seemed like a recipe for chaos, and she wasn't comfortable with it. What would they say when they saw her walking off with a guy who they'd never seen in their lives? Before she could actually protest, a shimmer of light passed through and he was appearing as a normal human — no wings, she meant. One blink later, and Hay Sun was once again sitting where she had been before, between Alice and Alexander, and Pretty Boy was looming over them again. With a snap of his fingers, everything went back to normal. Pretty Boy took a knee and winked at her, making her face contort in a glare that Phoebe noticed. ❝Mickey, what's . . .❞ The light-haired girl trailed off as Hay Sun's friends began to realize that there was someone with them. ❝HELLO EVERYONE,❞ Pretty Boy said in his stupid pretty tone. ❝Who're you?❞ Alicia asked, grabbing Alice's hand and glaring at Pretty Boy with disregard. Her other friends were also rigid and up on the edge. ❝MY NAME IS LEON. I'M HERE TO PICK UP HAY SUN.❞ Oh sure, he told them his name, but not her. Yeah, that was dandy. All of them looked to Hay Sun for her to confirm and she gave a slow nod. She was pretty sure that didn't make any of them feel any better. Alexander put his hand on her shoulder, ❝You know this guy?❞ he asked, giving her that look, and she pursed her lips, not knowing how to reply. Considering all things, it wasn't like Pretty Boy was kidnapping her. Explaining the situation to them would be a waste of time. She nodded again. It didn't seem like Pretty Boy had the time of day to wait, because he walked around their group and then swept her up, causing Alexander, Levi, and Alicia to hop to her feet. Next chance she got, she was really going to give Pretty Boy an asskicking. ❝Uh, I'll catch you guys later. Bye!❞ she called just before the world around her changed. . . . She was standing in her room. Well, that answered a question or two. Who was this guy? There was no way she was believing the war-and-angel- shit. No, that wasn't her bag. It would never be her bag. Was she actually doing this? She was going to let some stranger just whisk her away, no questions asked? Away from her friends, away from her dad, maybe even away from France. Forever? No. Couldn't be. Not forever. But when she thought about it, what else was she supposed to do? Hay Sun didn't fit in with society, and she never had. Probably never would. No matter how she looked at it, she was different from others. Then again, that didn't mean she was some freak from some secret, bible-bangin' agency that gave all of its operatives angelic codenames. If you asked her, she wouldn't want any part of it. She didn't want any part of it. Quietly, she packed clothing and other necessary items for a trip, and then put in her journal. She had a feeling she was going to be doing quite a bit of writing . . . She turned on Pretty Boy. ❝Get out,❞ she demanded, shoving him out of her room, ❝I need to change.❞ She wasn't worried about her dad seeing him since he was working the shop at the moment . . . And maybe if she made him stay out there long enough, he would actually go away. Unfortunately, after half and hour or so, he didn't. Annoying. With her bag in tow, all of the things she would need for . . . whatever the hell she was going to do, Hay Sun led Pretty Boy downstairs, and placed her note to dad on the table. Whenever she got wherever the hell she was going, she would have to call him. Suddenly, she spun to face Pretty Boy and clocked him in the face, hard. ❝That's for dragging me into your BS secret agency shit. PERHAPS I DIDN'T WANT TO BE APART OF THIS ONCE MORE.❞ She stepped forward again, and then swung her other fist into his face, ❝And that's for being touchy, EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE ALWAYS LIKE THIS WHEN YOU ARE IN MY PRESENCE.❞ And then she shoved him into the wall, causing a few things to tumble over, ❝This had better be worth the fucking trouble. ALL OF THESE PAST LIVES HAVE BEEN RATHER TROUBLESOME. DO NOT MAKE THIS ONE SO, AS WELL. OF COURSE, WHAT ELSE CAN I TRUST YOU WITH?❞ she barked, her eyes flashing with a sort of lightning. The air around her rippled with energy, and for a moment, Hay Sun felt like she was on fire. Not in the burning sense, but rather that she was controlling it. Emitting it. It startled her a little, and when she took a step back, the feeling was gone. She exhaled an sudden, extremely chilly breath, and then glanced up at Pretty Boy's face, feeling slightly abashed. She turned back to her bag, menially busied herself with it for a moment, and then finally faced him once more. ❝I'm ready.❞ she said quietly. In truth, she wasn't. ❝Xathanale, was it? I hope I can still ride my motorcycle. Will you be able to bring it to me if I want it?❞ The two of them were standing outside now, in front of her house.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ ANNOYED✖ DAY 8 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL [/url]Pretty Boy scowled at her, but it was a thoughtful expression, and then he reached for her. His fingers glided over her cheeks. She stepped back. ❝Okay, seriously man. You have got to mind the personal space, or I will break your hand.❞ she snapped, putting up her hands. He then smiled sadly at her, and she huffed in frustration. ❝I CANNOT TELL YOU THAT.❞ Of course not. Of course not. ❝URIEL, I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE. I'M TAKING A HUGE RISK EVEN SHOWING YOU MY FORM.❞ Uriel, again ? His 'true ' form? This was getting ridiculous. ❝I WON'T ASK YOU TO BELIEVE ME, BECAUSE YOU DO NOT REMEMBER, BUT THAT IS WHY IT IS SO IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO. I WANT YOU TO BELIEVE ME — TO TRUST ME.❞ Hay Sun accidentally let out a sardonic laugh. This guy — this . . . beautiful, unreal, angelic, fucking stranger wanted her to trust him? He hadn't done anything for it! All he did was make her even more on edge and less comfortable. But goddamn, when she looked into his eyes, those that were so much like hers, there was something that just clicked. And she hated it. Pretty Boy began to pace. ❝LOOK,❞ he started, ❝YOU ARE ONE OF US, AND A WAR IS COMING. IF YOU HELP, THEN YOU MIGHT — YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO RETURN TO US, URIEL!❞ Man, this guy seemed pretty desperate for Uriel. But that was someone else, not Hay Sun. War? Her, help? With what? She was just one girl! One Korean-French girl, living in Paris with an estranged brother, an awkward dad, and a dead mother! The only thing she was capable of was beating the shit out of incompetent people and winning races and riding motorcycles. She wasn't a soldier . . . But there was a small part of her that just flipped the fuck out and got excited when she thought about the Archangel Michael — a warrior of God. That small part felt like she was like that. A warrior. For something, anyway. She wondered if Cassandra was having these issues. Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders, ❝YOU COULD RETURN.❞ he repeated, his voice much softer, and then he embraced her. Okay, seriously?! The hug was nice, sure, but this guy — this fucking guy. And in her expensive-ass school uniform!! Shit, this was fucking awkward . . . Forcefully, Hay Sun pried herself from his warm hold, and then spun around, grabbing both of his arms and using the momentum to slam him to the ground. Straddling him, she pulled out a small pocket knife with a wing engraved in its handle and flicked it open. ❝Alright Pretty Boy,❞ she hissed, her face close to his, ❝First of all, stop being so touchy, or I will not hesitate to slit your wrists. Now . . . I'll play your dumb 'we-are-secret-agents-with-angelic-codenames' game. If you say that this . . . Danel is after me, and that this Xathanael-dude can help me out with all of this weird stuff . . . Fine, take me to him. But at least let me pack shit and write a note to my dad. And for hell's sake, will you please unfreeze my friends? I'm sick of looking at Levi's dumb face smiling at where I was sitting.❞ She knew he would agree. He had to. Pretty Boy was desperate, right? When she felt he was no more a threat, she got off of him and then pulled him up, flicking her knife closed and putting it away. ❝Do we have a deal?❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THE FUCK?✖ DAY 8 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL [/url]When he laughed that stupid, melodic laugh of his, Hay Sun narrowed her eyes and wondered if he was just fucking with her. She was going to kick his ass into the middle of next fucking century. The fact that he was holding her hand was also annoying and made her face feel a little warm. Prick. Just as she thought he wasn't going to do anything, the bright light faded from around them and Hay Sun's eyes quickly adjusted to the change, looking around to see that most everything was the same again. Except for her frozen friends. When she looked to the boy again, it wasn't just some shimmering shade speaking to her — it was an actual person . . . And he was extremely attractive. Holy shit, that was annoying. ❝IS THAT BETTER?❞ he asked her, and she rolled her eyes. ❝. . . Neat trick.❞ she forced out, trying to remain sarcastic. Man. How the hell was she supposed to kick his ass, now? When he wrapped an arm around her waist, she swore that she almost snapped his neck from the close body contact because her face was on fire. ❝I CAN TAKE YOU TO KNOW OF THE PEOPLE NAMED ON YOUR LIST.❞ Her list . . . ? How did he know about that? They were miles, countries away; how was he going to manage it? ❝XATHANAEL WILL FIND YOU. SHE IS THE ONE THAT CAN ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS. I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, BUT I COULDN'T LET DANEL SINK HIS POISONOUS WORDS INTO YOU.❞ Great, now he was petting her like some kind of cat. Goddammit, if he wasn't so attractive, she would have him pinned to the ground in a heartbeat. But more importantly — Xathanael and Danel? She remembered reading about them in the books. Xathanael wasn't exactly the common name for that angel, one of fire and vengance, and then Danel . . . Danel was a fallen angel who had been cast from heaven, a part of the Watchers, who 'taught' the 'seven signs of the sun' to humans. . . . They were both angels. What were they, some kind of code names? And what did pretty boy know about them? Maybe he was . . . Maybe they were some sort of secret organization and it was just a bunch of technology that . . . God, it was hard to buy this and that was pissing her off. So was he. Why did he have to stand so close to her — and freaking hold her, on top of that. The questions spawned one after another. Who were these people, and why the fuck did they keep bothering her? Who was Danel — was he after her? What for? Hay Sun was no one special. Sure, she'd had a strange dream . . . Or a million, and her studies of religion and angels had spiked in the last few days, but none of that meant anything. Hay Sun decided to slip out of his grip, and then she faced him crossing her arms. ❝Alright, pretty boy,❞ she started, ❝I don't know who the hell Xathanale or Danel is, but if you can give me one solid reason to not kick your ass, and then actually take me to someone who can answer my questions . . . Then maybe I'll consider even . . . Being here, and seeing you, and . . . Not beating the shit out of you.❞ Come to think of it, now that she knew what he looked like, Hay Sun wanted to know what his name was. He was being really cryptic, and it was annoying, but maybe he would still tell her. The energy that resonated around the two of them was practically harmonizing, like they were both the same kind of . . . whatever the hell pretty boy was. Still, Hay Sun wasn't anything; she was nothing but human. ❝. . . Hey, what's your name?❞
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I think you know, darling. Of course I would be! ♥ Oh, goody ~ I've always wanted to have sex with Dean, omg. Cat, you are a goddess. We can only make the trenchcoat more dirty. ♥ ♥ ♥ Oh, Ash. If you weren't so cute, I might actually scratch out your eyeballs. // * dances away sensually, shaking cat tail * Well, if you must know, when I get angry, I get sexually frustrated easily, and then latch onto the thing closest to me, and . . . Suffice to say, it's a long, messy night. You should come stand next to me. It'll be so much fun! ♥
Sweetie, you're not making this easy for me. Of course! Jayn Nova ( Sforzato ) Sumi Demi You Jad + Mish ( orgy pls ) Haseo Kelly GS — actually, no I hate him forever. Okay, so maybe hatesex. Makaze ( naturally ) Puramusii-kun SJ Actually, there are a lot of members, but these ones have come to mind. ♥
◘ Ｉ ＷＯＮ'Ｔ ＬＩＧＨＴ ＴＨＥ ＦＩＲＥ， ＢＵＴ Ｉ ＷＩＬＬ ＮＵＲＴＵＲＥ ＴＨＥ ＦＬＡＭＥＳ ＯＦ ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ ◘ Nix had to admit, he actually liked Coach Kreuger; he was the first to show that not all of the teachers were bad, and eventually that let Nix see the good in the other teachers. They were trapped in the same hell as the students, so it was some consolation to know that they were on the same page. He quietly listened to the explanation of the obstacle course and immediately began planning how he would get through it. The unfortunate bit was that he had to work with a partner. Truth be told, Nix didn't work well with others who . . . didn't work well with others. The partnership usually ended in him trying to inadvertently kill them. Eventually, they were directed to the list of their partners and Nix quickly scanned it for his. Team 11 . . . Anya. He shrugged; that was better than what he could have asked for, honestly. At least she was competent. Everyone began to split up and Nix made his way over to Anya's side. "Anya." he said in acknowledgment with a nod, crossing his arms. It would be easy to simply fly over the course, because that was also completely viable, but since Anya couldn't fly, he decided that maybe he would actually try a part of it without using his wings. The only particularly troubling part would probably be the Rendium. "What do you think?" he asked without stating what she actually thought about. She probably knew what he meant, anyway.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ THE FUCK?✖ DAY 8 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/29/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ SCHOOL [/url]About half an hour passed, and all of her friends were still listening to her talk about her strange dreams. She couldn't understand what was so damned interesting about them, and wouldn't stop silently cursing Levi for even bringing the subject up. Why was he even here, anyway? He fit into their little group perfectly, and it was annoying. The intensity of their listening was a little embarrassing, causing her to stumble over a word or two, here and there. Every now and again, they would throw in a word or something that told Hay Sun they were still very interested. It had been slow and smooth, but the area around the courtyard was slowly becoming distorted and shimmering, like a mirage. Hay Sun raised an eyebrow, and then looked to her friends to ask if they had noticed it too, only to see that their faces were frozen. All frozen, all looking at her. It was kind of creepy, she thought to herself as she wave her hand in front of their faces. A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see a figure — the figure, beautiful, shadowy, ethereal, wings and all — standing over her. She could barely make out his features, and while all of her senses screamed KILL KILL KILL, Hay Sun found herself not moving. He held out his hand to her, and she subconsciously took it moments later, letting him bring her to her feet. ❝I HAVE COME FOR YOU.❞ She raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of emotions that were concealed by her guarded face. ❝What is this, some sort of intervention, a calling, or what?❞ she asked, not hiding the annoyance in her tone. ❝Seriously, why the hell would I go with someone who has been stalking me — who hasn't even seen their face yet?❞ God, she half-wished she could punch this guy — but considering all things, he might be her only source for answers. ❝This had better be good, otherwise I'm going to kick your ass.❞
You and I would make it, silly! Through a process you might call humans attempting reproduction. c; I guess you and I will just have to make do with what he have, and I'll be your senpai! Don't worry, Anixe-chan, Saxima-senpai will definitely notice you. ♥ You can soothe her soul by helping out her senpai and distracting them from their injury, and maybe even change their mind — by making sweet love to them, of course! It's the only way. By the way, would you mind if popped in for a spell and helped you with that? ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm afraid I can't do that, darling. I am adverse to long-term obligations, and would rather be entangled in sheets several nights in a row with you until it became either painful or boring. I think I like the former, and might actually not stop there. ♥ As I see, there is only one solution to this situation; ask someone to dress up as your fictional character, and then have your way with them. Of course, you could always ask me. c; Benny, my hair is something that I will never cut, and if you forced me to cut it in any way, I might cut something of yours off. And it won't be your hair. ♥
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