Fallen From Grace
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Fallen From Grace
by ShadowPhoenix0307 Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:22 pm
Day number seven thousand, two hundred and ninety-nine. That long since I last held my wings, that long since my last day living a lie. Abigale sighed to herself and stared up at the bright blue skies of Philadelphia Pennsylvania. It was a beautiful day out, the sun just rose, everyone moving about going to and from work. For a Tuesday it wasn’t a bad day, all the same people walking along Market Street, some turning into the Independence National History Park, others heading for the metro on Market and 5th Street. Abigale, she was heading to Café Bravo just down 5th Street.
Swinging a right at the end of Market Street, Abby rand her fingers threw her black hair to settle it into place. Her bright green eyes shifted from face to face, carefully studying each one. She was always careful, no matter what, when, or where, she was always on her toes. As she approached the small café, Abby put her dark sunglasses on the top of her head as she climbed the stone stairs and approached the stone building, smiling widely to the elder woman behind the counter. “Abigale! How are you today sweet-heart?”
“Morning Emma. I’m doing well thank you. Yourself?” Abigale had grown fond of the elderly human woman. Emma was a small woman, hardly over five feet. Her hair was a beautiful salt and pepper mix that was always pulled back in a nice tight bun on the back of her head. Her face was covered in wrinkles, but after speaking to her only once, one would know they were from years of laughter. She had beautiful, all knowing steel gray eyes. At times, Abigale questioned if the woman really did know all.
“Heart’s still a goin’ and I’m still workin’. Things couldn’t get much better until I saw your sweet face in the window,” the old woman cooed. Abigale rolled her eyes and walked up to the counter of the small café. She was like a mother Abby never had.
“I come here every morning Em,” Abigale laughed as Emma moved about behind the counter, pulling an order together of a waiting customer just a few feet down the counter. He was looking about the place, clearly never been here before. She watched as his eyes scanned over the rich orangy-red walls of the store, quickly scanning over the colorful floral pictures hanging on the wall. His eyes skipped from table to table, each table a circle with four chairs around each. The wood was painted a rich blue-green color, the chairs had orange cushions on the seat and the back of the chair.
On a little elevated area, Abigale watched as his eyes went over the free wi-fi area which held 2 love seats, each a bright yellow, the other green. Bean bags of every color mention thus far, and three deep red book shelves full of books to read. Abigale smiled as his eyes lingered on that area, clearly impressed. Turning her attention from him, Abigale silently sun along to the Goo Goo Dolls, Slide playing over the radio.
“Well then everyday can always get just a little bit better with you showing up like you do Abby dear,” Emma responded as she brought the man his iced cappuccino and chocolate chip muffin. “So what are your plans for the day hun?”
“Oh nothing much Em. No work today since I worked at Leneghan's Tavern until four AM. I had to close the damn place last night since Scotty never showed up,” she growled as her memory went to her job at the bar. She usually got out of there by midnight, but the late night tender never showed up, so she got stuck.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Squall Reyes Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:58 pm
The sunlight was beaming across closed eyes, closed eyes that twitched at the harsh punishment of the suns rays. The eyes squeezed shut tightly trying to force the sun rays back through will alone. Finally the eyes gave up it's hopeless struggle and slowly the body stirred. Slowly the rest of the face emerged from the bedsheets, the face was clean shaved and without scar, many consider it a face of a future movie star. The man began to push himself up, but was kept down by a smooth weight draped across his chest. The man looked slightly confused for a moment, the alcohol the night before muddling up the memories of last night activities. Opening the covers he discovered the weight to be of that of a feminine arm, he fallowed it to the beautiful young woman fast asleep at his right side.
The man smiled last a bit to himself and thought to himself, "Oh right. That happened." He slowly took the woman's hand and gently guided it off his body and sat up his athletic build being revealed by the sheets that slipped down. He began to turn to the left, when he was block by a curvaceous roadblock. He slowly and quietly back petaled and made his escape via the front of the bed. He made a quick scan of the room before him, it was a rather small hotel room. Not his without a doubt, he remembers his rooms living room being almost twice the size of this room. The women could be waking up soon and Black Magic aka Jesus Orela needed to disappear like in his shows.
Finally making it down to the lobby of the hotel and fully dressed Jesus quickly made an exit of the building. As he came into the street he quickly made a look back, Best Western Independence Park Inn the door said. Yep, not his place. For Jesus it was 5 star or nothing. Though familiar with the area he decided it best to head to somewhere he was familiar with. With that he began to walk west down Chestnut St. Until he reached 5th there he began to look back and forth north or south. If he had remembered correctly his place may have been on Market. And began his walk up north. That was until the delightful smell of fresh coffee sang to nose. He looked walked into the cafe and made a quick inspection of the place as he walked over.
Then he saw the beautiful woman the owner was talking too. She was beautiful, the body in perfect shape and her hair and face nearly perfect. Jesus' smile grew devilish as he over heard the older lady say, "Well then everyday can always get just a little bit better with you showing up like you do Abby dear." He waited for their conversation to come to a slight stand still before he leaned on the counter coming into their view flashing his movie star smile. "Well you certainly seem to be able to make anyone's days better beautiful." He turned to the little old lady with the same smiled and bowed a bit, "Wonderful place you have here."
The man smiled last a bit to himself and thought to himself, "Oh right. That happened." He slowly took the woman's hand and gently guided it off his body and sat up his athletic build being revealed by the sheets that slipped down. He began to turn to the left, when he was block by a curvaceous roadblock. He slowly and quietly back petaled and made his escape via the front of the bed. He made a quick scan of the room before him, it was a rather small hotel room. Not his without a doubt, he remembers his rooms living room being almost twice the size of this room. The women could be waking up soon and Black Magic aka Jesus Orela needed to disappear like in his shows.
Finally making it down to the lobby of the hotel and fully dressed Jesus quickly made an exit of the building. As he came into the street he quickly made a look back, Best Western Independence Park Inn the door said. Yep, not his place. For Jesus it was 5 star or nothing. Though familiar with the area he decided it best to head to somewhere he was familiar with. With that he began to walk west down Chestnut St. Until he reached 5th there he began to look back and forth north or south. If he had remembered correctly his place may have been on Market. And began his walk up north. That was until the delightful smell of fresh coffee sang to nose. He looked walked into the cafe and made a quick inspection of the place as he walked over.
Then he saw the beautiful woman the owner was talking too. She was beautiful, the body in perfect shape and her hair and face nearly perfect. Jesus' smile grew devilish as he over heard the older lady say, "Well then everyday can always get just a little bit better with you showing up like you do Abby dear." He waited for their conversation to come to a slight stand still before he leaned on the counter coming into their view flashing his movie star smile. "Well you certainly seem to be able to make anyone's days better beautiful." He turned to the little old lady with the same smiled and bowed a bit, "Wonderful place you have here."
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Inerio Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:38 pm
Ziggy grumbled something unitelligable as she practically fell out of her bed. Unlike the rest of her home, Ziggy's room was a total mess. Various papers with designs and drawings on them were scattered about the floor along with cds, notebooks, pens, clothes, and other miscellanious items. One day the young woman would find the time to clean up her messy sleeping area. However, today was not that day. Due to the fact that Ziggy slept in a sports bra and shorts, one could see the spinal tattoo that ran down her back and the leopard print that ran down her thighs. The girl had dozens of tattoos, not all of which she'd remembered getting and some of which she had done herself.
While Ziggy may have looked like the average problemed young woman with mommy and daddy issues. Actually, this was quite the opposite. Ziggy was born to a pair of hippie activists who showered the girl with boundless amounts of affection. However, they also allowed their daughter to "explore her individuality". This resulted in many odd hairstyles and hobbies. Her three most prevalent were motorcycle riding, tattoos, and art. In fact, Ziggy loved tattoos so much that she went into work as a tattoo artist when she turned nineteen. They had originally named her Willow, which was probably a luck of the draw in Ziggy's case. She was very close to being named Rainbow sunshine meadow at one point in time, thankfully they had changed their mind. Somewhere in highschool Ziggy took on her nickname. Ziggy Wret, it sounded like cigarette and seemed damn cool at the time.
However, such matters would stray us away from Ziggy's current task at hand, breakfast. The sleepy two toned haired woman shuffled her feet groggily to her fridge, opened it, and peered inside. Nothing. She then went on to rummage through her cabinets to find a large figurative hole where her breakfast food should be. With tired eyes she crossed her arms and stood in the kitchen, what was she to do now? With a sad sigh Ziggy realized she would have to bravely face the real world with an empty stomach that day till she found a cafe.
Ziggy had to fight against a pile of dity clothes to get her closet door open. With the mass amount of clothes she owned, most of which she picked up from thrift stores or in bargan bins, her closet and draws probably wouldn't fit them all in at the same time. Tattooed arms reached forward and tugged at fabrics as she tried to find something to wear.
Finally Ziggy settled on a pair of spandex pants, pumps, and a leather jacket. She wasn't all too sure what she had on underneat the leather jacket, or even if she had put anything on underneath it. What she was sure of was that it so clearly displayed the huge tattoo of a butterfly on her breasts. The tattoo started out as a joke, and then evolved into a reality. The joke being that she wished she could have a butterfly tattoo on her chest that way she could make it "fly". The woman wasn't sure if she regretted the tattoo just yet, but she had a feeling she would start to once her breasts began to sag. With a bit of a grumble Ziggy pushed her shades further up the bridge of her nose and staggered to her car, she biologically couldn't function without coffee and at least a muffin.
By some miracle of God, Ziggy had managed to stay alert enough to drive herself all the way down to the cafe which she frequented. Usually, she didn't show up this early. She usually showed up around eight, right before her shift at the tattor parlor started and only about an hour or two before the place closed for the night. Ziggy took the keys out of her eginition, her key ring was just as much of a cluttered mess as her room, and got out of the car. As she got into the cafe, the bell on the door ringing behind her, no one would have guessed that today was different from any other day. They certainly wouldn't have guessed that in a motel just a few blocks over a woman was being eaten alive by a certain John Doe.
While Ziggy may have looked like the average problemed young woman with mommy and daddy issues. Actually, this was quite the opposite. Ziggy was born to a pair of hippie activists who showered the girl with boundless amounts of affection. However, they also allowed their daughter to "explore her individuality". This resulted in many odd hairstyles and hobbies. Her three most prevalent were motorcycle riding, tattoos, and art. In fact, Ziggy loved tattoos so much that she went into work as a tattoo artist when she turned nineteen. They had originally named her Willow, which was probably a luck of the draw in Ziggy's case. She was very close to being named Rainbow sunshine meadow at one point in time, thankfully they had changed their mind. Somewhere in highschool Ziggy took on her nickname. Ziggy Wret, it sounded like cigarette and seemed damn cool at the time.
However, such matters would stray us away from Ziggy's current task at hand, breakfast. The sleepy two toned haired woman shuffled her feet groggily to her fridge, opened it, and peered inside. Nothing. She then went on to rummage through her cabinets to find a large figurative hole where her breakfast food should be. With tired eyes she crossed her arms and stood in the kitchen, what was she to do now? With a sad sigh Ziggy realized she would have to bravely face the real world with an empty stomach that day till she found a cafe.
Ziggy had to fight against a pile of dity clothes to get her closet door open. With the mass amount of clothes she owned, most of which she picked up from thrift stores or in bargan bins, her closet and draws probably wouldn't fit them all in at the same time. Tattooed arms reached forward and tugged at fabrics as she tried to find something to wear.
Finally Ziggy settled on a pair of spandex pants, pumps, and a leather jacket. She wasn't all too sure what she had on underneat the leather jacket, or even if she had put anything on underneath it. What she was sure of was that it so clearly displayed the huge tattoo of a butterfly on her breasts. The tattoo started out as a joke, and then evolved into a reality. The joke being that she wished she could have a butterfly tattoo on her chest that way she could make it "fly". The woman wasn't sure if she regretted the tattoo just yet, but she had a feeling she would start to once her breasts began to sag. With a bit of a grumble Ziggy pushed her shades further up the bridge of her nose and staggered to her car, she biologically couldn't function without coffee and at least a muffin.
By some miracle of God, Ziggy had managed to stay alert enough to drive herself all the way down to the cafe which she frequented. Usually, she didn't show up this early. She usually showed up around eight, right before her shift at the tattor parlor started and only about an hour or two before the place closed for the night. Ziggy took the keys out of her eginition, her key ring was just as much of a cluttered mess as her room, and got out of the car. As she got into the cafe, the bell on the door ringing behind her, no one would have guessed that today was different from any other day. They certainly wouldn't have guessed that in a motel just a few blocks over a woman was being eaten alive by a certain John Doe.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Rendition Tue Jun 30, 2009 1:34 am
A black mop with red highlights dangled on the ground, its head just about half a foot from waking up with a nasty head ache. The arms which were connected to the body were both pulled to the left, his right arm under his chest, clearly going to be asleep when he would finally come to. His lower body was twisted in the opposite direction as his upper body, his left leg dangling over the edge of the section of the couch, his right pulled back in an uncomfortable manor. He was only wearing a pair of black under armor shorts, and gray boxers, though none of the opposite sex would really complain... He wasn't exactly that bad to look at with his toned body. The only complaint one would have about him would be if they didn't like tattoo's. The tribal markings which ran around his neck, arms, chest, and back were one of a kind and no one else would ever had something similar.
A very, very large white dog was lying on his back, his back legs spread apart and his front paws pulled up around its chest, asleep with his floppy jaws pulled back, showing its teeth. Breaths seemed to come from each of them immediately after the other, a odd, and almost comical beat coming from the two. The dogs back end wasn't far from the guys head, but it was just far enough they weren't going to disturb each other during their slumber... At least for the time being.
The dog began to whimper as a dream of a rabbit popped into its child sized brain, its back legs slowly kicking further and further, coming dangerously close to the guys head without hitting it, but oh yes... They would here in a second or so. The collar on the dog began to jingle as its tags shook with each kick, making more and more sound as it chased down the invisible rabbit, wishing for an early breakfast. The paws slowly tapped against the black mop, then out of no where, one of the massive paws connected with the back of the mans head, running it into a pair of dog tags which had been hanging in front of his face, in between it and the couch. A war veterans name and serial number were inscribed on the pieces of metal, having the same last name as the owner of the said head.
A jumbled up strain of curse words came from a half awake, half asleep mouth, the body slowly coming to life, but not understanding where it currently was. The body rolled slightly and quickly fell off the couch, a loud thud coming from the bottom level of the two story house. The dog jumped up, yawning once before it started its next day on consistent tail wagging and stares. Gabe slowly moved after he breath out "Fuck my life..." with a growl included at the end of it.
He slowly got up, feeling the mistakes from the night before now beating on the inside of his skull with a vengeance. He pulled himself to the point his bare back was leaning against the couch, his butt against the fairly cheap tile. He curled his left leg in and pulled his right hand up, rubbing his face. "No... More..." He said, wanting to stand up but lacking the energy to do so. At some point or another, he did manage to stand, and even take a shower, though he didn't remember a bit of it nearly, taking a shock when the hot water nailed him.
At some point during his shower, he decided he didn't want to make breakfast for himself... For some reason... Well, we all know the reason, but he just wasn't ready to accept that fact. He slowly made his way to his room, grabbing a pair of red sweats, and a gray sleeveless shirt, his old high school football shirt. He put on a pair of old, worn out running shoes and grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, He pulled something short of a rubber band from a tack on the wall, pulling his hair behind his head and tying it off in a pony tail... He didn't care that people gave him shit every now and again because of it.
He walked into his closet and pulled out a heavy messenger bag with various little pockets here and there, a power cable hanging out just before he reached down and pushed it back in its pocket. He set it in a wooden chair next to his bedrooms door, walking into the nicely furnished living room and whistling for his dog, "Hey Waul, get up..." He walked over to the dog who looked like he could take his head off, just sitting there staring up at him. "Waul... Seriously bro, get up and go outside... I'll bring you back some hash browns back if you don't give me any shit..." The dogs ears perked up at the word "hash" and stood up, coming up to the mans waist with its back quite easily. The dog moved over to the door, looking up at Gabe as he unlocked the door and let him out... The backyard was pretty small, but it was big enough for the dog.
He was one of the lucky few residents in the city of Philly that could own a house with a backyard... But thanks to his adoptive fathers life insurance, and the books which he had gotten published... He was raking in some cash which meant as long as he kept up with his stocks and the like, he wouldn't really have to work for the rest of his life. His luck seemed to meet no bounds and it had been that way since he was a kid... Lets just say he wasn't getting tired of it anytime soon. He grabbed the messenger bag from before, opening a flap and making sure everything was in it so he wouldn't be missing a cable or something, and end up having to come back after his laptops battery died on him the first time.
Immediately after sufficing his need to make sure he was prepared, he made his way out to his garage, hitting the opener and listening to the potentially irritating creaks and groans coming from the room. He pulled a single key from his pocket, the word "Yamaha" inscribed on it. It was at that point he walked over and threw his leg over his crotch rocket, a '09 Yamaha YZF-R1. One of the fastest pieces of metal on the market at this point in time. He fired the puppy up for the 12th time since he first purchased it about a week ago. What could he say... He loved it to death already.
He lightly hit the throttle, turning around in the garage with what narrow space it gave him with his other car sitting in the corner with a tarp over it. He drove for a good few minutes, catching a few eyes here and there from the pedestrians around him. It wasn't but just a act of god that he pulled up into a cafe which he had been in at least once a week, just long enough to be on a first name basis with almost every single person in the establishment. He hadn't worn a helmet, so there was no time in between him getting off the bike and walking up and through the doors, a nervous smile after he caught the eyes of the old lady behind the counter, clearly pissed after noticing he hadn't had any protection over his already hard head. She didn't even say anything, just throwing her hands up over her head slightly and shaking her head, making Gabe turn his head from facing her and immediately moving back to the yellow booth in the back of the cafe, pulling out his wallet and then a couple of dollar bills, putting it in a vending machine and pushing his finger into the button with the monster energy symbol on it.
He shoved his wallet back in his pocket, pulling his sweats down a little, making him pull them back up immediately after as he grabbed his wake up call and walked back to his booth. He had an athletes tone about him, almost giving off a cocky tone, though he really wasn't. No sooner than he had sat down, he pulled out a bundle of cables and connected them together, shoving in the male part into a small outlet located a convenient place under the table. He then pulled out a HP laptop, setting it up in front of him. He seemed like he was pretty careful with it, but so was everyone else with something of the same type.
As always, he cracked open his can and took a long drink from it, setting it down and allowing the buzz from the concoction to take hold, then he opened his laptop and got to work, going through different news stories about various crops around the area, as well as various businesses and the like. It was quite often that he looked up to look at the people around him, taking notice to the girl he saw upon nearly every occasion which he came in. It seemed like nearly every time he was in the cafe, he found himself staring at the black haired girl, though he hadn't every gotten into a legitimate conversation with her before... aside from the time he accidentally spilled a bit of coffee on her... That was the day he stopped buying it. Aside from feeling like a moron, he basically embarrassed himself in front of nearly every regular in the cafe, catching hell every time he entered the place for quite some time, though it had died down as of late.
A very, very large white dog was lying on his back, his back legs spread apart and his front paws pulled up around its chest, asleep with his floppy jaws pulled back, showing its teeth. Breaths seemed to come from each of them immediately after the other, a odd, and almost comical beat coming from the two. The dogs back end wasn't far from the guys head, but it was just far enough they weren't going to disturb each other during their slumber... At least for the time being.
The dog began to whimper as a dream of a rabbit popped into its child sized brain, its back legs slowly kicking further and further, coming dangerously close to the guys head without hitting it, but oh yes... They would here in a second or so. The collar on the dog began to jingle as its tags shook with each kick, making more and more sound as it chased down the invisible rabbit, wishing for an early breakfast. The paws slowly tapped against the black mop, then out of no where, one of the massive paws connected with the back of the mans head, running it into a pair of dog tags which had been hanging in front of his face, in between it and the couch. A war veterans name and serial number were inscribed on the pieces of metal, having the same last name as the owner of the said head.
A jumbled up strain of curse words came from a half awake, half asleep mouth, the body slowly coming to life, but not understanding where it currently was. The body rolled slightly and quickly fell off the couch, a loud thud coming from the bottom level of the two story house. The dog jumped up, yawning once before it started its next day on consistent tail wagging and stares. Gabe slowly moved after he breath out "Fuck my life..." with a growl included at the end of it.
He slowly got up, feeling the mistakes from the night before now beating on the inside of his skull with a vengeance. He pulled himself to the point his bare back was leaning against the couch, his butt against the fairly cheap tile. He curled his left leg in and pulled his right hand up, rubbing his face. "No... More..." He said, wanting to stand up but lacking the energy to do so. At some point or another, he did manage to stand, and even take a shower, though he didn't remember a bit of it nearly, taking a shock when the hot water nailed him.
At some point during his shower, he decided he didn't want to make breakfast for himself... For some reason... Well, we all know the reason, but he just wasn't ready to accept that fact. He slowly made his way to his room, grabbing a pair of red sweats, and a gray sleeveless shirt, his old high school football shirt. He put on a pair of old, worn out running shoes and grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, He pulled something short of a rubber band from a tack on the wall, pulling his hair behind his head and tying it off in a pony tail... He didn't care that people gave him shit every now and again because of it.
He walked into his closet and pulled out a heavy messenger bag with various little pockets here and there, a power cable hanging out just before he reached down and pushed it back in its pocket. He set it in a wooden chair next to his bedrooms door, walking into the nicely furnished living room and whistling for his dog, "Hey Waul, get up..." He walked over to the dog who looked like he could take his head off, just sitting there staring up at him. "Waul... Seriously bro, get up and go outside... I'll bring you back some hash browns back if you don't give me any shit..." The dogs ears perked up at the word "hash" and stood up, coming up to the mans waist with its back quite easily. The dog moved over to the door, looking up at Gabe as he unlocked the door and let him out... The backyard was pretty small, but it was big enough for the dog.
He was one of the lucky few residents in the city of Philly that could own a house with a backyard... But thanks to his adoptive fathers life insurance, and the books which he had gotten published... He was raking in some cash which meant as long as he kept up with his stocks and the like, he wouldn't really have to work for the rest of his life. His luck seemed to meet no bounds and it had been that way since he was a kid... Lets just say he wasn't getting tired of it anytime soon. He grabbed the messenger bag from before, opening a flap and making sure everything was in it so he wouldn't be missing a cable or something, and end up having to come back after his laptops battery died on him the first time.
Immediately after sufficing his need to make sure he was prepared, he made his way out to his garage, hitting the opener and listening to the potentially irritating creaks and groans coming from the room. He pulled a single key from his pocket, the word "Yamaha" inscribed on it. It was at that point he walked over and threw his leg over his crotch rocket, a '09 Yamaha YZF-R1. One of the fastest pieces of metal on the market at this point in time. He fired the puppy up for the 12th time since he first purchased it about a week ago. What could he say... He loved it to death already.
He lightly hit the throttle, turning around in the garage with what narrow space it gave him with his other car sitting in the corner with a tarp over it. He drove for a good few minutes, catching a few eyes here and there from the pedestrians around him. It wasn't but just a act of god that he pulled up into a cafe which he had been in at least once a week, just long enough to be on a first name basis with almost every single person in the establishment. He hadn't worn a helmet, so there was no time in between him getting off the bike and walking up and through the doors, a nervous smile after he caught the eyes of the old lady behind the counter, clearly pissed after noticing he hadn't had any protection over his already hard head. She didn't even say anything, just throwing her hands up over her head slightly and shaking her head, making Gabe turn his head from facing her and immediately moving back to the yellow booth in the back of the cafe, pulling out his wallet and then a couple of dollar bills, putting it in a vending machine and pushing his finger into the button with the monster energy symbol on it.
He shoved his wallet back in his pocket, pulling his sweats down a little, making him pull them back up immediately after as he grabbed his wake up call and walked back to his booth. He had an athletes tone about him, almost giving off a cocky tone, though he really wasn't. No sooner than he had sat down, he pulled out a bundle of cables and connected them together, shoving in the male part into a small outlet located a convenient place under the table. He then pulled out a HP laptop, setting it up in front of him. He seemed like he was pretty careful with it, but so was everyone else with something of the same type.
As always, he cracked open his can and took a long drink from it, setting it down and allowing the buzz from the concoction to take hold, then he opened his laptop and got to work, going through different news stories about various crops around the area, as well as various businesses and the like. It was quite often that he looked up to look at the people around him, taking notice to the girl he saw upon nearly every occasion which he came in. It seemed like nearly every time he was in the cafe, he found himself staring at the black haired girl, though he hadn't every gotten into a legitimate conversation with her before... aside from the time he accidentally spilled a bit of coffee on her... That was the day he stopped buying it. Aside from feeling like a moron, he basically embarrassed himself in front of nearly every regular in the cafe, catching hell every time he entered the place for quite some time, though it had died down as of late.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by ShadowPhoenix0307 Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:07 am
Abby's bright smiled faded when she heard an unfamiliar voice just to her right, at least a voice she's only heard on tv and commercials and what-not. Turning her head she looked the man up and down. He held a very cocky grin, and carried himself with an aura of confidence. With some effort, Abby called on her sixth sense to read a flash of his life.
He was famous, which she picked up on by his voice alone. She quickly found his name and had to suppress a shiver of hate. He had also just finished having his way with a woman just about an hour ago. Ew.
"Morning," Abby said, her voice not as kind as it was with Emma, but close. "Apparently, but so long as you can keep it in your pants everything will be ok," she said and flashed him a bright smile, her eyes squinting as she did.
"Abigale Thatcher!" Emma hissed, Abby flinched and closed her eyes for a second before she rolled them over to her dear friends direction. "He is only trying to be polite," turning from Abby, Emma put on her familiar smile and reached out and pat his forearm, "Don't mind her deary. I''ve never seen her play nice with anyone of the male gender. And thank you. This place is my heart and home."
Abby couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Em, I'm going to go take a seat, I'll talk to you later." she said and locked her jaw when Emma cut her eyes at Abby and shifted her eyes to the man then back again. Letting out a long sigh Abby looked back at him, "Sorry for being so blunt. I'll use more sarcasm next time."
Emma rolled her eyes but then smiled at the boy again, "that was kind for her. But I don't suggest coming on to her to strongly. It may be poor for your health sweetie. She's actually a wonderful girl."
Abby walked up to the elevated area, walking by the man who poured coffee on her a while ago. She didn't know his name, but she somehow knew him. She couldn't read him well, and she refused to accept it was actually the infant she saved. She was sure he was long gone. He must have been a demon or another angel of some sort.
Walking by him she took a seat on the yellow love seat and pulled a book out of the book shelf next to her, as she opened it the bell at the front of the store chimed again, a young girl stumbled it, obviously not awake.
He was famous, which she picked up on by his voice alone. She quickly found his name and had to suppress a shiver of hate. He had also just finished having his way with a woman just about an hour ago. Ew.
"Morning," Abby said, her voice not as kind as it was with Emma, but close. "Apparently, but so long as you can keep it in your pants everything will be ok," she said and flashed him a bright smile, her eyes squinting as she did.
"Abigale Thatcher!" Emma hissed, Abby flinched and closed her eyes for a second before she rolled them over to her dear friends direction. "He is only trying to be polite," turning from Abby, Emma put on her familiar smile and reached out and pat his forearm, "Don't mind her deary. I''ve never seen her play nice with anyone of the male gender. And thank you. This place is my heart and home."
Abby couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Em, I'm going to go take a seat, I'll talk to you later." she said and locked her jaw when Emma cut her eyes at Abby and shifted her eyes to the man then back again. Letting out a long sigh Abby looked back at him, "Sorry for being so blunt. I'll use more sarcasm next time."
Emma rolled her eyes but then smiled at the boy again, "that was kind for her. But I don't suggest coming on to her to strongly. It may be poor for your health sweetie. She's actually a wonderful girl."
Abby walked up to the elevated area, walking by the man who poured coffee on her a while ago. She didn't know his name, but she somehow knew him. She couldn't read him well, and she refused to accept it was actually the infant she saved. She was sure he was long gone. He must have been a demon or another angel of some sort.
Walking by him she took a seat on the yellow love seat and pulled a book out of the book shelf next to her, as she opened it the bell at the front of the store chimed again, a young girl stumbled it, obviously not awake.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Guest Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:03 am
"I want you, you don't want me
I want you, You don't want me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you but will you stay with me today
I need you, you don't need me
When you are low, I am not okay
I want you but will you stay with me today?"
Music could be heard by the people near her because it that had been at the max volume, rendering the hearing of the person useless for the moment. But that did not apply to this certain individual; normal was not an adjective to be described about her. Taking off the earphones for the song had just ended and seeing the location in mind had been reached. There was no use in listening to the iPod at the moment. Turning it off and gazing at the Café Bravo where she had been staying in for quite some time now. It was a suitable spot for her to have something to eat and also to observe her goal.
Entering the said establishment, the bell rang alerting the people within of another customer. Noticing a human girl in front of her, she stopped in her walk. It was obvious to anyone who had looked at her that she was still not wide awake. It made her rather curious of the person before her. But, she had specific duties to uphold and she was known for doing what is to be done without fail and without questions. It has been not that long since she had arrived in the mortal realm. The atmosphere was truly different from where she had originally come from however; it was not unpleasant to her standards.
Avoiding a possible collision with the human girl, she proceeded to the counter. There was a human male that had the smell of sex in his form. She can hear the thoughts filled with lust and desire, such things disgusted her very much. But humans would be humans and these emotions would be a part of them. Waiting for the said man to order what he wanted before she can say hers. It would be considered impolite if she interject herself. For the meantime, she allowed the thoughts and emotions to entertain her ever curious mind. It was only during this time, she could have the freedom to be at ease. There was no problem at all to do such a deed since her target was simply sitting not far away.
Standing calmly and with a noticeable grace that had been incorporated within her being, her beauty was quite evident. It was like God had taken his time in creating a creature of elegance and beauty. Her emerald eyes scanned the whole area even though she had done so in the first time she came here. It was a precautionary method to be done so there would be enough preparation for any surprises an enemy could do. Over thinking menial things was not a good trait of hers, but it had always kept her in the side of the victorious for such. When she had enough of the thoughts entering her mind, she politely ordered her share.
"Excuse me if I may, I would like some Frappé and Blueberry muffins please."
She said with such a sweet and polite tone. The elderly woman in front of her was a kind human. It was obvious from her smile and happy disposition. Waiting for her order, she occupied herself about new opportunities that would be presented to her on this human realm. But her orders are not forgotten at all, it will be done without fail. It was not like she was going to engage in battle. All she had to do was watch over and report once in a while. Gazing at her target from the corner of her eyes, she can see that nothing of importance had happen for now.
I want you, You don't want me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you but will you stay with me today
I need you, you don't need me
When you are low, I am not okay
I want you but will you stay with me today?"
Music could be heard by the people near her because it that had been at the max volume, rendering the hearing of the person useless for the moment. But that did not apply to this certain individual; normal was not an adjective to be described about her. Taking off the earphones for the song had just ended and seeing the location in mind had been reached. There was no use in listening to the iPod at the moment. Turning it off and gazing at the Café Bravo where she had been staying in for quite some time now. It was a suitable spot for her to have something to eat and also to observe her goal.
Entering the said establishment, the bell rang alerting the people within of another customer. Noticing a human girl in front of her, she stopped in her walk. It was obvious to anyone who had looked at her that she was still not wide awake. It made her rather curious of the person before her. But, she had specific duties to uphold and she was known for doing what is to be done without fail and without questions. It has been not that long since she had arrived in the mortal realm. The atmosphere was truly different from where she had originally come from however; it was not unpleasant to her standards.
Avoiding a possible collision with the human girl, she proceeded to the counter. There was a human male that had the smell of sex in his form. She can hear the thoughts filled with lust and desire, such things disgusted her very much. But humans would be humans and these emotions would be a part of them. Waiting for the said man to order what he wanted before she can say hers. It would be considered impolite if she interject herself. For the meantime, she allowed the thoughts and emotions to entertain her ever curious mind. It was only during this time, she could have the freedom to be at ease. There was no problem at all to do such a deed since her target was simply sitting not far away.
Standing calmly and with a noticeable grace that had been incorporated within her being, her beauty was quite evident. It was like God had taken his time in creating a creature of elegance and beauty. Her emerald eyes scanned the whole area even though she had done so in the first time she came here. It was a precautionary method to be done so there would be enough preparation for any surprises an enemy could do. Over thinking menial things was not a good trait of hers, but it had always kept her in the side of the victorious for such. When she had enough of the thoughts entering her mind, she politely ordered her share.
"Excuse me if I may, I would like some Frappé and Blueberry muffins please."
She said with such a sweet and polite tone. The elderly woman in front of her was a kind human. It was obvious from her smile and happy disposition. Waiting for her order, she occupied herself about new opportunities that would be presented to her on this human realm. But her orders are not forgotten at all, it will be done without fail. It was not like she was going to engage in battle. All she had to do was watch over and report once in a while. Gazing at her target from the corner of her eyes, she can see that nothing of importance had happen for now.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Squall Reyes Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:12 pm
Jesus winced at little at the woman's first reaction to him, but kept his charming smile. Then smiled at the older lady as she patted his arm, "I can tell you put a lot of care into here, this place must feel like home to many people." He stood here at the two woman continued to talk, the old woman giving the girl named Abigale a bit of a talking to with manners, it seemed with her eyes alone. He smiled as he watched the woman walk again; he enjoyed the view, "It's not like I've been blown off before. Besides they always come around." He thought smiling to himself. "that was kind for her. But I don't suggest coming on to her to strongly. It may be poor for your health sweetie. She's actually a wonderful girl." The woman said as she looked back to him.
Jesus smiled and gave a small bow, "It quiet alright, what I do for a living is poor for my health. I seemed to have no introduced myself, my name is Jesus Oreala but you may know me better by my other name Black Magic. Now what I do may look easy on television but I can assure you it is not and that its quite dangerous. Besides I feel very honored that a beautiful woman like that would talk to a poor Mexican like me. " Jesus said with a wink to the lady. A small chime of the door got his attention as he looked at the new arrival. Jesus' eyes widened a bit. "Seems that I was right, this wonderful little place of yours seems to attract many sorts of beautiful people." He gazed turned back to the lady and said "May I move in?"
"Excuse me if I may, I would like some Frappé and Blueberry muffins please." Came the order from the cafe newest entrant. After a small chuckle Jesus placed a 100 on the table. "Allow me to buy everyone's drink and food this morning. I had a rather successful night last night at the Lincoln Financial Field and I'm feeling very generous. Oh and please do keep the change, you very much deserve it for such a wonderful place. Oh right, my drink. I suppose I'll have have a triple caramel macchiato." He then turned to the woman who just ordered and smiled, "Hello there my name is Jesus."
Jesus smiled and gave a small bow, "It quiet alright, what I do for a living is poor for my health. I seemed to have no introduced myself, my name is Jesus Oreala but you may know me better by my other name Black Magic. Now what I do may look easy on television but I can assure you it is not and that its quite dangerous. Besides I feel very honored that a beautiful woman like that would talk to a poor Mexican like me. " Jesus said with a wink to the lady. A small chime of the door got his attention as he looked at the new arrival. Jesus' eyes widened a bit. "Seems that I was right, this wonderful little place of yours seems to attract many sorts of beautiful people." He gazed turned back to the lady and said "May I move in?"
"Excuse me if I may, I would like some Frappé and Blueberry muffins please." Came the order from the cafe newest entrant. After a small chuckle Jesus placed a 100 on the table. "Allow me to buy everyone's drink and food this morning. I had a rather successful night last night at the Lincoln Financial Field and I'm feeling very generous. Oh and please do keep the change, you very much deserve it for such a wonderful place. Oh right, my drink. I suppose I'll have have a triple caramel macchiato." He then turned to the woman who just ordered and smiled, "Hello there my name is Jesus."
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Rendition Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:35 pm
Gabe had brought his drink up to his mouth, but paused for a brief second as the woman he had been watching made her way over to the table he was sitting at, making him feel a tingling sensation run up and down his spine the closer he got, trying his best not to make it too obvious that he was staring, using his peripherals more than anything. When she passed by he sucked in a breath of air and took in the scents which she radiated, then finally taking a very quick drink from his can. He let out a short breath and almost felt disgusted with himself, thinking 'You fucking pervert...' to himself, pulling his hand up and scratching the side of his head.
It was about that time his eyes moved up to look at what had made the door ring, and the thoughts of him being a pervert rose up again. An almost perfect creation of the "higher ups", as he liked to call them, strolled in, not fully awake from what he could tell. Even though he physical appearance was pristine in every way, shape, and form, there was something which made him feel a certain sense of hatred toward the girl. He had also felt this about the one now sitting near him, but it wasn't nearly as bad. He shrugged it off, knowing that it was just one of those things about him, always making judgments about people prior to speaking with them, but god knew he wasn't going to talk to her anytime soon... Least he figured it would end up that way.
After a few minutes, he slowly ebbed away at his will not to speak to the girl Emma referred to Abigale, something telling him to which danced around in the back of his head like a court jester. He finally swallowed another drink from his monster and turned in his seat, pulling his laptop so that it was pointed back toward him, glancing at the girl before saying something, trying to get a name on the book. "So... Uh..." He started, "What book are you reading...?" He finally got out, clearing his throat after speaking the sentence.
It was about that time his eyes moved up to look at what had made the door ring, and the thoughts of him being a pervert rose up again. An almost perfect creation of the "higher ups", as he liked to call them, strolled in, not fully awake from what he could tell. Even though he physical appearance was pristine in every way, shape, and form, there was something which made him feel a certain sense of hatred toward the girl. He had also felt this about the one now sitting near him, but it wasn't nearly as bad. He shrugged it off, knowing that it was just one of those things about him, always making judgments about people prior to speaking with them, but god knew he wasn't going to talk to her anytime soon... Least he figured it would end up that way.
After a few minutes, he slowly ebbed away at his will not to speak to the girl Emma referred to Abigale, something telling him to which danced around in the back of his head like a court jester. He finally swallowed another drink from his monster and turned in his seat, pulling his laptop so that it was pointed back toward him, glancing at the girl before saying something, trying to get a name on the book. "So... Uh..." He started, "What book are you reading...?" He finally got out, clearing his throat after speaking the sentence.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Inerio Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:09 pm
Ziggy wasn't exactly enthralled by the fact that there was already someone ordering, nor was she happy with the fact that a woman cut her off at the line. However, she wasn't in the proper state of consciousness to complain, and Ziggy also wasn't one to complain. Things could be worse, she could have herpes or an infected tattoo. Waiting in line for breakfast was a simple mole hill on the road of life. Ziggy removed her sunglasses and hooked them onto the front of her leather jacket. The girl was probably able to put on makeups with her eyes closed, because by some oddity she'd managed to spot her eyelids with some odd leopard print. Then again, she was a tattoo artist.
And, she was abruptly taken aback by the man at the counters announcement that he would be paying for everyone's breakfast this morning. She raised an eye brow and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She almost laughed, but she couldn't find the vocal capacity to do so. Ziggy, as one would be able to tell from speaking with her, was a headstrong leader. She didn't have a long set of rules and standards but she stood unwavering by the few that she had. Since exiting high school, Ziggy had refused to let anybody pay for her no matter what the circumstance. She was rather dependent up until her first year away from home, and thus strove to make herself better. Her 'don't receive help from anyone' way of life was borderline idiotic, but it made Ziggy happy.
After she'd heard the other two's orders Ziggy walked up to the counter. There, near the register as always, was a jar filled with dollar bills of varying amounts, quarters, and nickles. Tapped to the jar was a picture and words that told the reader about some charity. It didn't matter what the context of the charity was to Ziggy, she just liked giving. Her parents had taught her that, and the lesson carried on into adulthood. She frowned a bit as she began shoving her hands into various pockets in her jacket. It seemed that her money was never where she'd put it, as if it had teleported to another pocket just to spite her. Finally, she found the cash which she was looking for. Flipping through a few bills Ziggy found the ten she was looking for and dropped it in the jar. She then turned to Emma.
"Ems!" She grinned, using the nickname she'd given the woman. Ziggy seemed to have a nickname for everyone. She gripped her stomach and made a pouting expression. "Ugh, I had nothing to eat this morning, I'm a very hungry Ziggs this morning." She leaned against the counter a bit. "I think I'll have the usual, just to play it safe." The usual, for Ziggy was a latte with whipped cream and a blueberry muffin.
Meanwhile, a few blocks down, John Doe's head rose from the adomine in which he had been feeding upon. His victim, a young prostitute he'd met while walking the streets last night, had long since stopped trying to scream. He was sure she wasn't completely dead yet, but she was quite close. John's usually human face had expanded and mutated into a grotesque misshapen face that was predominantly a mouth with little room for much else on the face and thus other features were pushed back to the hair line. The maw was so huge, that the skin on his human face had also been pushed back, and thus exposed his gums and every single one of his now razor sharp teeth.
A sick sound emitted from the body as he bent back down into the girl's stomach, and began to feast on her innards once more. For a second the body began to make a faint attempt at jerking away. John brought up his hand and smashed it into her chest with an amazing amount of inhuman force. The girl went limp, now definatly dead. When he was done with his meal, the demon leaned back on his bed and allowed his face to ease back into it's human form.
As John Doe dressed himself into a new change of clothes, one would never be able to guess he was a demon. He wasn't exceptionally attractive. Nor was he horrendously ugly. He was an average Joe. The demon straightened out his tie, looking in the mirror to inspect his human face. John Doe was unable to make his own human form, and didn't have the patience to posses a human. So, he would kill a man every so often and wear his skin. Lucky for him the body hadn't begun to decay yet. With a sinister grin John Doe nodded to his reflection, and then climbed out the window, and landed in the alleyway below. It was at that exact moment that a scream was emitted by the hotel's room service maid.
And, she was abruptly taken aback by the man at the counters announcement that he would be paying for everyone's breakfast this morning. She raised an eye brow and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She almost laughed, but she couldn't find the vocal capacity to do so. Ziggy, as one would be able to tell from speaking with her, was a headstrong leader. She didn't have a long set of rules and standards but she stood unwavering by the few that she had. Since exiting high school, Ziggy had refused to let anybody pay for her no matter what the circumstance. She was rather dependent up until her first year away from home, and thus strove to make herself better. Her 'don't receive help from anyone' way of life was borderline idiotic, but it made Ziggy happy.
After she'd heard the other two's orders Ziggy walked up to the counter. There, near the register as always, was a jar filled with dollar bills of varying amounts, quarters, and nickles. Tapped to the jar was a picture and words that told the reader about some charity. It didn't matter what the context of the charity was to Ziggy, she just liked giving. Her parents had taught her that, and the lesson carried on into adulthood. She frowned a bit as she began shoving her hands into various pockets in her jacket. It seemed that her money was never where she'd put it, as if it had teleported to another pocket just to spite her. Finally, she found the cash which she was looking for. Flipping through a few bills Ziggy found the ten she was looking for and dropped it in the jar. She then turned to Emma.
"Ems!" She grinned, using the nickname she'd given the woman. Ziggy seemed to have a nickname for everyone. She gripped her stomach and made a pouting expression. "Ugh, I had nothing to eat this morning, I'm a very hungry Ziggs this morning." She leaned against the counter a bit. "I think I'll have the usual, just to play it safe." The usual, for Ziggy was a latte with whipped cream and a blueberry muffin.
Meanwhile, a few blocks down, John Doe's head rose from the adomine in which he had been feeding upon. His victim, a young prostitute he'd met while walking the streets last night, had long since stopped trying to scream. He was sure she wasn't completely dead yet, but she was quite close. John's usually human face had expanded and mutated into a grotesque misshapen face that was predominantly a mouth with little room for much else on the face and thus other features were pushed back to the hair line. The maw was so huge, that the skin on his human face had also been pushed back, and thus exposed his gums and every single one of his now razor sharp teeth.
A sick sound emitted from the body as he bent back down into the girl's stomach, and began to feast on her innards once more. For a second the body began to make a faint attempt at jerking away. John brought up his hand and smashed it into her chest with an amazing amount of inhuman force. The girl went limp, now definatly dead. When he was done with his meal, the demon leaned back on his bed and allowed his face to ease back into it's human form.
As John Doe dressed himself into a new change of clothes, one would never be able to guess he was a demon. He wasn't exceptionally attractive. Nor was he horrendously ugly. He was an average Joe. The demon straightened out his tie, looking in the mirror to inspect his human face. John Doe was unable to make his own human form, and didn't have the patience to posses a human. So, he would kill a man every so often and wear his skin. Lucky for him the body hadn't begun to decay yet. With a sinister grin John Doe nodded to his reflection, and then climbed out the window, and landed in the alleyway below. It was at that exact moment that a scream was emitted by the hotel's room service maid.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by ShadowPhoenix0307 Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:40 pm
Abigale paused from her book and looked up over the top of it at the inhuman man in front of her. Her bright green eyes scanned him up and down finally coming to rest on his beautiful blue eyes. She slightly cocked her head to the side and felt some déjà vu come over her. Mentally shaking herself, Abigale brought herself back to the present and put her book down on her lap.
"Oh, I'm reading Angles and Demons," she said and held the large worn book up for him to get a better view of. Funny seeing how the humans think of heaven and hell, she thought, subconsciously pulling her lips into a small smirk. When the bell rang again Abby quickly glanced up to see an almost unnaturally beautiful woman enter and she felt her heart stop.
She knew the woman who entered but she hadn't seen her for 28 years. She was one of the ones who helped bring her down, to try and force every little thing out of her lips. Micheal's new right hand. Her smile faded and her neck and jaw all grew tense.
Ripping her eyes away she looked back down to the man and forced a smile on her lips, "I'm Abby," she said and held her hand out to him. It was odd being so near him, it always made her feel light headed and she didn't even know why. And it wasn't the butterflies in the stomach kind of thing, it was more a drain of her in general. Being near him, her body seemed to want to move away, but something powerful in her mind wanted to learn more. More often then not it gave her a head ache.
"Oh, I'm reading Angles and Demons," she said and held the large worn book up for him to get a better view of. Funny seeing how the humans think of heaven and hell, she thought, subconsciously pulling her lips into a small smirk. When the bell rang again Abby quickly glanced up to see an almost unnaturally beautiful woman enter and she felt her heart stop.
She knew the woman who entered but she hadn't seen her for 28 years. She was one of the ones who helped bring her down, to try and force every little thing out of her lips. Micheal's new right hand. Her smile faded and her neck and jaw all grew tense.
Ripping her eyes away she looked back down to the man and forced a smile on her lips, "I'm Abby," she said and held her hand out to him. It was odd being so near him, it always made her feel light headed and she didn't even know why. And it wasn't the butterflies in the stomach kind of thing, it was more a drain of her in general. Being near him, her body seemed to want to move away, but something powerful in her mind wanted to learn more. More often then not it gave her a head ache.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Rendition Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:24 pm
Gabe gave the girl a genuine smile as she held her hand out, saying her name for the first time to him, he mentally repeated it a couple of times, making sure that he'd remember it for sure without having to work at it. "Hey..." He held out his hand, feeling the urge to pull his hand away yet he reached forward and took hold of her hand, a gentle grip on hers, "My name's Gabriel, but I go by Gabe." In truth, it really wasn't his first name, this being his middle, but it was what ever... Not to mention two thirds of his name were very ironic due to his heritage, but It wasn't like she was asking him for his full name or anything... He finally let go of her hand, still staring at her green eyes, ones which he could rightfully say he hadn't seen before... But he for damn sure felt like he had at one point.
As there hands parted, his nerves kind of died down, and he only believed it was because of his past encounters with the opposite sex, normally coming out with a red cheek... but not from lipstick, but from a hand whipping across the air at break neck speeds... It was something more that he knew, but he couldn't remember for the life of him... Who knows, maybe one day things would shape up and he'd remember.
He paused for a minute and nodded back to the book which she had spoken about earlier... God could have come up with a pick up line which would par one of the top five cheesiest ones of all time, but he'd restrain himself. It was too early in the morning to even attempt such a feat of idiocy. "That's a good book... Confused the hell out of me at times... Though I really don't feel as if we really have the heaven and hell aspects of our religions down correctly for some reason..." He stated, not realizing his hunch was dead on. After he said that, he felt he may have messed up a little, the only place a conversation about religion would go would be straight to hell... 'Great...' he thought to himself, 'I fucked up again...'
As there hands parted, his nerves kind of died down, and he only believed it was because of his past encounters with the opposite sex, normally coming out with a red cheek... but not from lipstick, but from a hand whipping across the air at break neck speeds... It was something more that he knew, but he couldn't remember for the life of him... Who knows, maybe one day things would shape up and he'd remember.
He paused for a minute and nodded back to the book which she had spoken about earlier... God could have come up with a pick up line which would par one of the top five cheesiest ones of all time, but he'd restrain himself. It was too early in the morning to even attempt such a feat of idiocy. "That's a good book... Confused the hell out of me at times... Though I really don't feel as if we really have the heaven and hell aspects of our religions down correctly for some reason..." He stated, not realizing his hunch was dead on. After he said that, he felt he may have messed up a little, the only place a conversation about religion would go would be straight to hell... 'Great...' he thought to himself, 'I fucked up again...'
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Guest Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:30 am
The elderly woman handed her order as she took it diverting her gaze to her food from Abigale. She gave a grateful smile as she paid for what she was going to eat and drink. The idea of having someone else pay for her was not a custom she was akin to. It was nice for the man to have such an offer, showing his generosity however, she would not be a part of any of it and hoped the male would not think badly about her. In all honesty, it would not matter to her but being a human in disguise, she would not want any trouble for now. Casting her emerald eyes to the man and gave a polite nod.
"That is truly kind of you sir, but I would politely decline such an offer."
After saying such a thing with much courtesy, she proceeded to find an empty seat but not before she passed by a jar filled with money in different amounts. Her interest was taken by such a simple object although; the words that were labeling it touched her heart. It was for a charity and she would like to help in such an endeavor. Humans were at times caring and affectionate to their own race and these small deeds made them worthy to be kept safe from the evil lurking without their knowledge. Taking out a few twenties from her purse she placed it within the jar and made to her table. The location she had chosen was enough to watch over the Fallen One and the right distance to not gain any more attention from the occupants.
It was clear to her that Abigale had noticed her presence the moment she had entered the café. The tensed feeling emitted from her form. Such a sensation made her quite proud of herself for it meant, she was not forgotten. The woman may be a fallen and her ability to fly and a portion of her skills were stripped however, she would still be a worthy opponent to face in battle. How long was it since she had seen the woman, yes it had been 28 years. To their kind it would be considered such a short time when compared to how long they have come to existence. Thus, the memory of the torture that she had inflicted upon Abigale was still clearly imprinted on her mind. Asking for the location of the infant that she had hid, the woman did not speak even at the implication of her being exiled.
Her eyes of green that was so clear and bright stared at her drink. The thoughts of the past filled her being for a brief moment. However, she cannot allow herself to reminisce at the time of her duty. Taking an elegant sip from her cup, she continued observing her fallen angel. It was apparent that a human male was initiating a conversation about the book Abigale was holding. The title was 'Angels and Demons', such an irony if she would be asked, do humans know the true workings of heaven and hell? Maybe that was the reason, as they search for a semblance of truth in their fictitious ideas.
"That is truly kind of you sir, but I would politely decline such an offer."
After saying such a thing with much courtesy, she proceeded to find an empty seat but not before she passed by a jar filled with money in different amounts. Her interest was taken by such a simple object although; the words that were labeling it touched her heart. It was for a charity and she would like to help in such an endeavor. Humans were at times caring and affectionate to their own race and these small deeds made them worthy to be kept safe from the evil lurking without their knowledge. Taking out a few twenties from her purse she placed it within the jar and made to her table. The location she had chosen was enough to watch over the Fallen One and the right distance to not gain any more attention from the occupants.
It was clear to her that Abigale had noticed her presence the moment she had entered the café. The tensed feeling emitted from her form. Such a sensation made her quite proud of herself for it meant, she was not forgotten. The woman may be a fallen and her ability to fly and a portion of her skills were stripped however, she would still be a worthy opponent to face in battle. How long was it since she had seen the woman, yes it had been 28 years. To their kind it would be considered such a short time when compared to how long they have come to existence. Thus, the memory of the torture that she had inflicted upon Abigale was still clearly imprinted on her mind. Asking for the location of the infant that she had hid, the woman did not speak even at the implication of her being exiled.
Her eyes of green that was so clear and bright stared at her drink. The thoughts of the past filled her being for a brief moment. However, she cannot allow herself to reminisce at the time of her duty. Taking an elegant sip from her cup, she continued observing her fallen angel. It was apparent that a human male was initiating a conversation about the book Abigale was holding. The title was 'Angels and Demons', such an irony if she would be asked, do humans know the true workings of heaven and hell? Maybe that was the reason, as they search for a semblance of truth in their fictitious ideas.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Squall Reyes Mon Jul 06, 2009 3:16 pm
Jesus sighed and looked down at the beautiful woman simply walked by him. He looked at the nice older woman behind the counter. "It seems today is not my day love." He gave a small chuckle and instead of sitting down he walked over to a near by wall and leaned against it. He was gonna try and get to his room as soon as his drink was ready. He had a show today as well and he might just find a woman there as well. In fact he was pretty sure he would. They were all fans after all. He began to look around the shop.
He reached around and grabbed something out of his back pocket. He gave a small glace around the room to make sure no one was looking at him. He slowly opened the book and began to read. The book itself was not a published piece of work, but a book of his own writing. It was filled with discussions he had with people who claimed to practice black magic. It had questions and the answers he received from various "sorceress' and sorcerers" he had met in his many travels around the world. In it was even the spells that was shared with him by those men and women, who were both young and old.
He took the spells and words in his little book very serious, these people had preformed several spells in front of him. And yes they were SPELLS not tricks. HE did tricks. Very good tricks to appease audiences around the world, but these men had casted spells that left him dumbstruck. He was hungry for more knowledge, he wanted to be a man of REAL magic, not the illusions he used now. He was anxious to find more spells and see more of its power with his own eyes. He continued to read from his book. He had started reading when he came across the Indian man who could create fire out of thin air. He began to whisper to himself the spell that the man had taught him.
He reached around and grabbed something out of his back pocket. He gave a small glace around the room to make sure no one was looking at him. He slowly opened the book and began to read. The book itself was not a published piece of work, but a book of his own writing. It was filled with discussions he had with people who claimed to practice black magic. It had questions and the answers he received from various "sorceress' and sorcerers" he had met in his many travels around the world. In it was even the spells that was shared with him by those men and women, who were both young and old.
He took the spells and words in his little book very serious, these people had preformed several spells in front of him. And yes they were SPELLS not tricks. HE did tricks. Very good tricks to appease audiences around the world, but these men had casted spells that left him dumbstruck. He was hungry for more knowledge, he wanted to be a man of REAL magic, not the illusions he used now. He was anxious to find more spells and see more of its power with his own eyes. He continued to read from his book. He had started reading when he came across the Indian man who could create fire out of thin air. He began to whisper to himself the spell that the man had taught him.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by ShadowPhoenix0307 Mon Jul 06, 2009 9:46 pm
Abigale couldn't help but smile at him and laugh out loud. She pulled her book up to hide her face as she tried to get a hold on her giggles as her mind wrapped itself around the irony. Biting her lower lip she dropped her book on her lap again and looked at the man. Her bright green eyes were crinkled at the sides from laughing, and very faint dimples showed in her cheeks from suppressing her smile.
"I'm so sorry. I'm just happy to hear you say that," taking a deep breath, Abby chuckled once more and finally had a grip on her laughing fit. "I must say, I greatly agree with you." Just take a look at my history and you would understand. Abby scanned his face and watched as it went from an 'a shit' face to 'what the fuck' ending on something she couldn't really place. Wiping at her eyes she smiled up at him and shook her head.
As Abby finally pulled her damned human emotions in line she felt her heart skip a beat when her sensitive hearing picked up the whispered words of a dark spell. Someone, a human, summoning hell fire. Abigale's bright green eyes darted to the Angel to see if she heard the same thing, let alone to see if she would react. As the spell continued she felt her smile fade and her eyes turn just a little more the rest on Jesus. Narrowing her eyes, she summoned her telekinesis and gently pushed the book from his hand to make it look as if he dropped it. The only person that would know the difference would be him and maybe the bitch of the Heavens.
Amateur with magic. Bitch following me. And a nonhuman man sitting in front me me. All we need is a demon and the party will be ready to go, she thought to herself. Her eyes were still narrowed on Jesus, and her mind drifting about. She knew Gabe was speaking to her, but she was currently more worried about the guy about to set Em's place up in flames.
"I'm so sorry. I'm just happy to hear you say that," taking a deep breath, Abby chuckled once more and finally had a grip on her laughing fit. "I must say, I greatly agree with you." Just take a look at my history and you would understand. Abby scanned his face and watched as it went from an 'a shit' face to 'what the fuck' ending on something she couldn't really place. Wiping at her eyes she smiled up at him and shook her head.
As Abby finally pulled her damned human emotions in line she felt her heart skip a beat when her sensitive hearing picked up the whispered words of a dark spell. Someone, a human, summoning hell fire. Abigale's bright green eyes darted to the Angel to see if she heard the same thing, let alone to see if she would react. As the spell continued she felt her smile fade and her eyes turn just a little more the rest on Jesus. Narrowing her eyes, she summoned her telekinesis and gently pushed the book from his hand to make it look as if he dropped it. The only person that would know the difference would be him and maybe the bitch of the Heavens.
Amateur with magic. Bitch following me. And a nonhuman man sitting in front me me. All we need is a demon and the party will be ready to go, she thought to herself. Her eyes were still narrowed on Jesus, and her mind drifting about. She knew Gabe was speaking to her, but she was currently more worried about the guy about to set Em's place up in flames.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Squall Reyes Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:20 pm
Jesus continued his reading, he started to feel a little hot the truth be told. It excited him, was he really doing it. Could fire be coming from below to obey his command. He began to concentrate hard on his words and continued to read the words. Until suddenly an invisible force pushed the book from his hand. He wasn't dreaming, the book was literally pushed from his hand. He began to look around the room, he's sure it looked like he simply dropped the book. But no....he felt something, there was no mistaking the feeling of force being pushed against your body.
Then suddenly a thought flashed through his mind. Where did the force come from? Some force to knock a book out of his hands doesn't just come out of no where....does it? What could possibly be the source of it. Someone in the care. His eyes widened at that thought. Could someone here be a powerful sorcerer or sorceress? He learned long ago in his travels that great power never fallowed any uniform. From old men to men and woman about his age, there seemed to be no stereotypical spell caster. His eyes began to look at the people in the cafe.
He bent down slowly as he continued looking at the people. Gave a small smile to everyone looking at him, pretending that he had dropped the book like a klutz. As he stood back up he looked back at his book. According to the people he had spoken too the spells he had in the book were rather small magic. Or perhaps they were wrong, it wouldn't be the first time an expert was wrong. For all he knows it may had been the book leaping from his hands because of the danger. Though that sort of though was childish. No, it had to be one of the people in the cafe.
Then suddenly a thought flashed through his mind. Where did the force come from? Some force to knock a book out of his hands doesn't just come out of no where....does it? What could possibly be the source of it. Someone in the care. His eyes widened at that thought. Could someone here be a powerful sorcerer or sorceress? He learned long ago in his travels that great power never fallowed any uniform. From old men to men and woman about his age, there seemed to be no stereotypical spell caster. His eyes began to look at the people in the cafe.
He bent down slowly as he continued looking at the people. Gave a small smile to everyone looking at him, pretending that he had dropped the book like a klutz. As he stood back up he looked back at his book. According to the people he had spoken too the spells he had in the book were rather small magic. Or perhaps they were wrong, it wouldn't be the first time an expert was wrong. For all he knows it may had been the book leaping from his hands because of the danger. Though that sort of though was childish. No, it had to be one of the people in the cafe.
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Re: Fallen From Grace
by Guest Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:29 am
Lucia as she is known in the human world heard of the stirring of a force. Her eyes gazed at the human male that had offered paying her bills earlier. It was something that must not be allowed at all cost. Causing trouble to a peaceful place, it is something that she cannot allow especially when the reason would be just for fun and a simple test. She was about to do something about the continuing of such a dark spell. However, another familiar energy had pushed away the book. It was obvious to her who could have done such a thing. In any case, the cafe was safe from utter destruction.
Emerald orbs gazed at Abigale as she would do her duty without hindrance. It was known that the fallen angel had managed to remain control of her telekinesis, but such a thing would not protect for long. Drinking from her beverage, the notion of being informed of angels and demons that are set to hunt her had been found. That was expected in her part and so would be to the former angel. What she had done had caused a great ruckus to all of the realms. She had broken rules and disobeyed a direct command. The wonder was plaguing her. What could the 'infant' have to allow such a rebellion from the fallen angel known for her loyalty?
She would not be like her. There would be no event where she would disregard her order. Whatever the situation she might be facing, her orders will come first. Therefore, such emotions of compassion were not needed to her current mission here in the mortal realm. To keep an eye on Abigale was something she did not like. Being a babysitter to such a being, they had never come to terms in anything and would gladly have killed her if given a chance. The woman was such a 'bitch'.
Eying Jesus from the corner of her eye while she kept watch of Abigale who was engaged with a talk to a male, there must be no spaces that she had not seen. The man who picked up the book was quite confused and agitated at the possibility of one of the occupants had done to the book. It would be problem to have mortal in the first place to be connected to such dark arts. A puzzle it is on how a human like him had acquired such a dangerous book. Lucia must retrieve it however, that was not part of her job description.
Emerald orbs gazed at Abigale as she would do her duty without hindrance. It was known that the fallen angel had managed to remain control of her telekinesis, but such a thing would not protect for long. Drinking from her beverage, the notion of being informed of angels and demons that are set to hunt her had been found. That was expected in her part and so would be to the former angel. What she had done had caused a great ruckus to all of the realms. She had broken rules and disobeyed a direct command. The wonder was plaguing her. What could the 'infant' have to allow such a rebellion from the fallen angel known for her loyalty?
She would not be like her. There would be no event where she would disregard her order. Whatever the situation she might be facing, her orders will come first. Therefore, such emotions of compassion were not needed to her current mission here in the mortal realm. To keep an eye on Abigale was something she did not like. Being a babysitter to such a being, they had never come to terms in anything and would gladly have killed her if given a chance. The woman was such a 'bitch'.
Eying Jesus from the corner of her eye while she kept watch of Abigale who was engaged with a talk to a male, there must be no spaces that she had not seen. The man who picked up the book was quite confused and agitated at the possibility of one of the occupants had done to the book. It would be problem to have mortal in the first place to be connected to such dark arts. A puzzle it is on how a human like him had acquired such a dangerous book. Lucia must retrieve it however, that was not part of her job description.
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