sentinel [michie]

[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

She wasn't supposed to be here, and she knew it. The earth was really only an area that her kind was supposed to inhabit when they were tracking a charge, protecting a charge, or had other specific business that had been sent down from the main council and that was it. But January found herself making more and more of these unprompted, unregulated visits to earth on a considerably more frequent basis. Part of her felt a horrible knot of guilt for technically breaking the rules, because she knew that being a guardian angel was a blessing - she was one of the paragons of good, and had the capacity and ability (not to mention, the power) to help so many people, but she just kept wanting to come back and participate in all the day to day activities that she desperately missed.

One of the main draws was having her old physical form back. Sure, it was different than the one that she was born with in that it was much more difficult to harm, stronger, and less human. Every time January looked in the mirror now, she swore she had a strange glow to her that wasn't there before, and the thought sort of freaked her out until she realized that it was probably normal. Angelic glow. Today, she was enjoying the spring. She had no plans, because Callum was stuck with some class projects and really, she did at least know better than to do a lot of socializing with random inhabitants of this planet when she wasn't even supposed to be there.

Still, she missed companionship, having friends to talk to and spend time with. She missed going to movies and laughing until it hurt. She missed random road trips and other spontaneous adventures. She missed her friend Arya like crazy, since she'd fallen from grace.For the first time in her life, January was actually lonely. For the longest time, she had tried nearly everything to ease the loneliness on her own - daydreaming, watching random people 'down below,' taking up coloring when she was on earth, reading more, sitting in on more college classes: none of it worked because she was craving the one thing she wasn't supposed to have outside of the relationship with her charge. Human contact.

So she went to the park and shoved her nose in her favorite book, 'Alice in Wonderland,' and hoped to get her mind off of being so alone. When she turned the page, she noticed someone looking at her just sitting underneath a large oak tree, and she lowered the book a little. It was a bold gesture for someone she didn't know, but she thought that reaching out couldn't really hurt. January gave a bright, friendly smile and a little wave, and hoped that this person might help ease some of her loneliness.

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY sometimes she wondered what it would be like to have connections in a form of friendship, she wasn't use to getting close to anyone, and she wasn't close to the very people that adopted her. her occupation was driven into her when she was a small vunerable child and she had given everything up, for a piece of comfort. now, she helped regulate things and was pretty good at fitting in. lara wasn't sure what she felt about any form of rules for the other species, or did she really care about them. she was currently laying on her couch with her with her nose in a book, reading 'queen of the damned' by anne rice. she always found anne rices things to be well written, except for the fact that it was slow pacing at first but she learned to deal with that. but when she was finished with the book, she let out a low sigh of annoyance that now she was going to be bored out of her mind. pushing herself upright, she walked to her room to quickly get dressed. her entire was a yellow sundress with a pony tail on her wrist for if things had to get physical, of course, wearing a dress made it to be less positions for it to hide weapons incase of an attack from her enemies. she picked up her bag with girl things with some other tools, because she would rather be prepared for anything violent. she only spared a glance on the mirror onto herself, because she had already knew that she looked beautiful as always. she let out a soft breathe, walking towards the door with her purse over her shoulder. here's to attempt at another day of being 'normal' she thought to herself, as she was shutting the door to her medium sized apartment. her first stop before doing anything was stopping by the coffee shop to grap a medium sized coffee and went back to walking towards the park. she needed a breathe of fresh air, maybe sit beside a tree and read the other book that existed inside her purse, which weighted down her bag pushing a bit more weight on her shoulder, then it should. her foot steps were light, since she had slipped on a pair of white flats as her chosen footwear for that particular day. her free hand ran through her hair, as she glanced at the unsuspecting crowd of homosapiens that didn't know what their best friend could actually be, or any of the other forms of relationships and different species out there. it annoyed her that she could vent out to other people about her feelings towards other beings, especially werewolves. her grudge for any form of packs was still hold tight, and every werewolf was guilty until proven otherwise. walking into the park and glanced around, as she started to continue walking. slowly slipping into another trail of inner thoughts when a motion brought her out of it, a simple wave accompanied by a welcoming friendly smile, this person must be nuts. her thoughts as she replied with a friendlish smile, trying to be sincere but it might be failing, drastically. she walked over to the young woman and sat down beside her, "hey, do you normally talk to strangers? i'm mitchie." she went ahead and introduced herself. she wasn't use to being nice, but she was going to give it a shot, since she noticed something different about her. hai 5 8 7 for you<3 ---------------- CREDIT

[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

January had always been a friendly person. Her parents taught her and her siblings to be courteous, polite, and even though they had all gotten the 'don't talk to strangers' speech when they were younger, they also were taught not to go without trying to make new connections in the world. When she was alive, January had loved to help people, do things with organizations like Habitat for Humanity, volunteer at homeless shelters and food pantries, give her time freely to help those less fortunate than herself. Even though some of the people she crossed paths with in these venues were less than friendly, sometimes even aggressive, she hadn't had any reason to fear them. They were just down on their luck, wanted someone to treat them like a person, and she found that, when you gave someone a friendly smile and a simple acknowledgment, it did wonders.

That day in the park, she had been awfully lonely, and even though she was content to sit under a tree and read one of her favorite books, she still felt the creep of a lack of interaction washing over her. Maybe she was a little more bold now, because she was dead – an angel – only so many things in the world could hurt her anymore. And maybe she should have stayed in the Heavens, but there was something peaceful about being on earth, surrounded by humans and... well, probably other species, too, but mostly humans. That was why, when she caught a dark-headed woman looking her way, maybe a little bit lost and surly, she had reached out. Her smile wasn't completely friendly toward January, but the angel knew that it was likely a cause of her wondering what the heck a random person was doing waving to her, anyway. The two women didn't know each other, but that wasn't a deterrent for the blonde or anything. She was feeling lonely, and that led to her taking chances.

Apparently, her little wave and friendly smile had accomplished something, as the woman made her way over to where January was sitting, and the angel marked her page with her thumb before closing the book, not wanting to seem unapproachable. The brunette sat next to her and January leaned back against the tree a little, then chuckled when the woman asked her question. ”Not usually, no. My parents always told me not to. I guess I listen pretty well, huh?” She learned that the woman's name was 'Mitchie,' which seemed like a nickname to her, but she didn't care what people chose to call themselves. A name was a name. ”I'm January. Sorry if I... well, if that was weird, back there. I just kind of wanted someone to talk to. Reading only takes you out of the world so much, you know?” She was an avid bookworm, but it just wasn't working for her that day, and she needed a change of pace. Maybe she'd make a new friend. There was no way to know unless you tried.

She sensed that the conversation might be a little slow unless she got it started, so she opened with something simple. Easy. ”Great weather, isn't it? Y'know, for a while I thought winter was going to last forever.” Okay, so she didn't exactly have to be on the earth every day, but the time she had spent there during the winter, watching after Callum, getting closer with the handsome werewolf, she had longed for the sun's rays on her skin again. And now, she had it. ”Do you like the summer?” The angel couldn't help that she was naturally friendly – there was no changing it, she learned, so it was best just to embrace it. People would either like her, as she was, or leave her alone. It was a coin toss as to how this interaction would go, but she was more than willing to stick it out a little longer and see.

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Once upon a time, Michie could have been a friendly person to those who came in contact of her, but that path wasn't up to her. Her adopted parents had other plans for her, and it called for her to become vicious, cunning, and show no remorse for those that are benethe her. It's not like her biological parents weren't any better, she could tell how unconcerned about their only child they were by the looks of their eyes in family pictures.. how much they would rather be at work then among the household staff and the likes of her. The brunette was never concerned about helping people from the goodness of her heart, it was always about the money or the benefits from the tasks that she had recieved from others. She saw the good points towards both of the sides of the war, but also grew weary of the negative points from it. So, it caused her to be at a standstill of the on-going war that could last way after her time here on Earth, so she decided not to be bothered by such nonsense. It made her sick helping people and just getting a smile and a pat on the back, and often she had lose her cool because sometimes those missions were one of the tricky ones; a few greedy people were killed for just a smile by her hands, people say that the sad thing was that her eyes darked filled with hatred, showing absolutly no remores for the souls that she forced the leave the Earth unexpectly. Noticing that the wind picked up slightly when a gently brush caused her hair to slip off her shoulder causing it to lay behind her back, until the wind started making her dark locks dance in the breeze of fresh air. Actually, she often wondered what would happen to her when someone or, lack of the better term, something had caused her to draw her last breath of fresh oxygen, would she go to the fluffy clouds of heaven or parish into the pits of hell or maybe even become a ghost for unfinished business. Now that would be nifty to do, to be able to fuck with people and refuse to get hit, that was one of the few things that she dispiced from gastly creatures, such as ghost. To not be able to land a punch of something, cause her a great deal of annoyance directed towards that person and or species. But she also wondered why people would purposely help someone out of the "goodness" of their hearts, it had nothing to do with fear or dangerous acts. She could feel her bottom lip being lightly scraped over by her top row of teeth, as she lightly nibbled her bottom lip; she was almost completely lose in her train of thought. luckily for her, someone or something had grab her attention pulling her away from her self-exclusive thoughts. It didn't take her any time at all to figure out that she wasn't human that was waving her over, but she was smart enough not to point that out, considering that this was a public park and pedistrions tended to enjoy listening in on other conversation. She also noticed that the woman, dispite that blasted aura shining off of her, had blond locks of hair. She wanted to see how well the woman could fight, but feared that now was not the best time to play games like that. Civil was something that she was just know learning how to cope with, so she was going to do her best to keep on a friendly face for the young appearing woman that sat before her, but it wasn't long before she, herself, found herself sitting on the ground near the person. It was obvious of the gender on the person, but sometimes she knew it was never thoughtless to double cheek if things got a little "aventurous", but she didn't care fo that from her, so she would just call the woman a woman, and be done with it. Hearing the answer that the woman, that later would announce her name as Janurary answered her which caused her stir of amusement inside her herself. She felt the corners of her mouth tug, "Sometimes it is better to ignore your elders." she responded back to her, with a simple nod to her question, she was going along with this act... for now. The young girl was never accustomed to giving out her full name or her first name, for that matter; she liked 'Mitchie" and would force everyone around her to use it to call her.it. She listened to the woman's introduction, finally learning what the person went by and heard it mix with an appology of the sorts. "Yeah, books do tend to only go so far for comfort." she replied, observing the book that the woman had in hand; she couldn't recall if she had read it, so she weould just mentally shrug it off. Being a people person was far from what Mitchie was, she had poor people skills when it came being overly friendly. She heard the comment about the weather, she lifted an eyebrow, "The weather is nice, yes. It often does feel that way when you're itching to try out a brand-new swimsuit." she replied, she was growing tired of wearing clothing that covered her entire skin cells to keep warm. She heard her question concerning a season, Summer, she gave a small nod as answer to the young woman, "Yeah, but sometimes it gets too hot to bare for long periods of time." she answered her question. "What about you?" she asked her, out of curiousity. She could guess that the girl wanted an actual conversation with her, so might as well play a little question game. "What other things to do you enjoy doing? other than sticking your nose in a book." she asked her, it was a common question but sometimes it was needed to be asked to figure out what the common interest is. hai 1 0 2 4 for you<3 my muse said HELLO sorry ---------------- CREDIT

[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

January liked people. She did. Loved them, even. All her life, she had been extremely social, bubbly, outgoing, and liked to be surrounded by a vast variety of good friends. Also, she had two younger siblings, both of whom she cared for with an intensity that she hadn't really ever seen in other families. That was because her family had always been so tight-knit. Close. Her parents were both extremely good people, and worked hard to instill a careful balance of compassion for others, love of family, and love of God in their children. That was why all three of the Goodwin siblings had grown up to be giving, loving individuals. January wasn't the type to judge, though! She knew there were a lot of people who were far less fortunate than she had been, and hadn't gotten a chance to be loved and cared for in an unconditional way like she had gotten. There were people out there who had been through terrible trials, and strengthened by that and by negative experiences, forced to rise above and from the ashes whereas she had been strengthened by love and her faith.

Now, she had to find strength in other places because she no longer had her support system. She didn't have her adoring parents or her silly, hysterical siblings that always managed to cheer her up when her mood went South. She didn't even have Arya anymore, who had been her only friend in the Heavens, because while she understood that the older angel had fallen for something beautiful – true love – she had still fallen and left January friendless, yet again. There had been a few interactions on earth that had been meaningful, people that she had helped and counseled because that was just her way, but January wanted a friend for herself, and maybe she was greedy for thinking that. The blonde had Callum, her adorable charge, but she was... and it hurt her sometimes to think this, because she loved being an angel and wanted to be able to help people and restore some kind of a balance back into the world, but she was falling in love with Callum, and just couldn't help it.

When she had tried to save her best friend's kid brother from drowning in a sewer drain during a rain storm, she had never expected that they wouldn't have been able to pull her out. That the cost for doing a truly selfless deed would be saving the young boy, but losing her own life. It was probably why they had gifted her with wings and made her an angel, and the blonde was extremely grateful for that, but sometimes she had the selfish, awful feeling that the cost had been too much. Too high. If she had asked for help from her brother or her father instead of just wiggling down into that tiny space without so much as a clue to others as to what she was doing, they might have been able to pull her out before the water got too high. They might have called the police, fire department, somebody – they might have been able to save her. But if she hadn't acted instantly, she might not have gotten to save the precious life that she had. Everything was give and take, and there was no turning back now.

The woman who was sitting next to her was... well, there was something strange about her, but January didn't judge. Everyone had a story, to tell, and while perhaps this woman's story was a little less happy than most's, she was still a person. She still deserved kindness and attention, and January just felt so alone sometimes. The blonde laughed about her comment concerning one's 'elders,' and responded. ”My parents were always smarter than me; kind of that 'infinite wisdom' thing going on. I was lucky.” She wondered what this woman grew up with, and wondered if it was part of the reason why she looked like she hadn't really smiled in a while. 'Mitchie,' which was the name she was given – it seemed like a nickname, but it was kind of adorable – also seemed to appreciate literature and books, even though she was right about their lack of consistent comfort. ”That's why I wave at random people in the park. And hey look, I found somebody to keep me company now!”

Of course she knew that not everyone would like her sunny personality; some people would be annoyed, but she made no apologies for who she was. If Mitchie didn't like her, she'd just wave at somebody else. There were plenty of fish in the sea, and plenty of people in Manuka, and she certainly wasn't going to force someone to keep her company. That just wasn't January's way of doing things. The blonde ran her hands through her long hair and smiled, wondering if she kept doing it, would it cause Mitchie to smile back? ”Oh, I haven't been swimming in years. That's such a good idea! I should go swimsuit shopping. Except, I'm so pale – it'll sort of be embarrassing for a minute until I get some color on my skin. You've got some nice coloring, though. I'm jealous.” Her best friend had always been blessed with naturally tan skin, too, or at least a darker color than January, who, even though she was a natural blonde, had been given lightly freckled, pale skin from her mother. Which worked in winter, but in summer? Oh, she needed to get some sunlight on her skin.

”I understand the dislike of heat. I'm not a fan of getting all sweaty, but I really like the summer. Gives me an excuse to eat things like ice cream and popsicles more often, which never sucks.” Then, Mitchie surprised her by asking about her interests, taking an interest in January in general, and the angel positively beamed. This wasn't going so poorly, after all! ”Lots of things, actually. I like spending time outside, exploring, taking long walks. I used to do a lot of volunteer work with my family – food pantries, Habitat for Humanity, that kind of thing. I'd like to get back into that again, maybe sometime this summer, if I've got extra time on my hands.” She wanted to bring Callum with her, expose him to some different people who wouldn't judge him or tease him for being deaf, and the last time they talked about it, he seemed to be pretty interested. ”I like going to old movies, especially silent films. We watched a lot of those when I was growing up because my mom's deaf, and so we all sign in my family. What about you? What do you like to do, Mitchie?”

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Has one mentioned how much Lara Michelle hated people? just like in general. She had no faith that without the Supernatural race that humans would never amount to anything, and she hated the Supernatral species for a whole different reason. But that reason was the fact that she was narrow-minded about somethings and it was just how she was brought up. A low sigh escaped her lips, before she pressed them together. She wasn't sure if today was capable of being a good one, and she wouldn't able to be sickly nice because she was not able to obtain alcohol to indulge in. Michie judged on instint about most of the people that she met, but she had a good reason for doing it and she did have those types of jobs to kill a certain amount of a certain species for petty cash. Society would find her a horrible person. Michie didn't have friends, and when she wanted one but couldn't help but understand why she didn't have friends. They tended to drag you down and especially if they had a lover of any kind, constantly hearing about a romantic time and such, would drive her up the wall and she would probably attempt to kill them, no matter what the species of the person. She also didn't want to be as alone as she was and sometimes could find herself looking for someone that she could talk about boys with. the girls that she went to high school with used to call her a wicked bitch, since she tended to lean towards being a bully to flirting it up with every guy that was dating a cheerleader. She had always enjoyed messing with people whether it be logically or emotionally, it was all the same when it came to Lara Michelle. She already knew that people out there had it worst off then she did, so she didn't go around crying on strangers shoulder. She didn't enjoy crying, and she wasn't going to do with that infront of someone she knew, much less someone that she just met. Crying was a form of weakness, and weakness was being vunerable and that was just not happening. Sometimes she wondered how it would have been, if she had been adopted by normal humans that didn't know anything about the Supernatural creatures..would she be more troubled or ease back into the sweetheart little thing she use to be before the accident. This had caused her to mentally shake those thoughts out of her head as she heard him talk about her parents, lifting an eyebrow, "well that is certainly lucky of you." she replied, and was just going to shrug off that comment. And tried to put the fact that she had a natural glow in her imagination and shouldn't assume that everyone had a secret that they weren't human. She listened to the comment about the waving at random people and having someone to talk too, she gave a small nod, easing into the possiblity of having an actual pleasant converation with someone while she was sober. "I suppose you do." she said, putting on a foreign friendly smile. It felt so odd about being friendly to people while she was sober, by now she would have started yelling or being a cunt to the person. Her smile faded just as quickly as it appeared though, Michie didn't smile a lot finding it difficult to be a pleasant person. She watched the young appearing woman smile for what seemed like the hundredth time, but she was sure that was an exageration. Hearing her statement, caused her to give the lady a small nod and smile at the compliment the woman gave her, "Don't let a little paleness keep you from doing something that you want to do." she commented honestly and quite bluntfully. And then added, "Thanks, but it's mostly natural skin tone." she replied with a small smile. "besides the shopping part is sometimes fun." she piped back up, she was a girl afterall and it seemed to be coded in almost every girls DNA. Hearing her comment and gave a small nod, "No matter the season, I still eat ice cream." she said, letting out a small giggle. It almost seemed like January's possitivity was grossly affectious. She finally decided to step a little closer and sit down beside her. "Most of those seem fun." she replied and heard talk about watching movies and silent films. "ASL does tend to come in handy communicating with the deaf and mute folks." she replied and figured she should go ahead and answer, "I people watch and don't normally talk to a lot of people. I read and tend to go to a lot of parties and bars." she answered, and shrugged her shoulders. hai 8 0 6 for you<3 sorry that it sucks muse told me "no" and i'm tired but this has been sitting around long enough. ---------------- CREDIT

[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

Sometimes, January encountered people who just seemed to have the weight of the entire world on their shoulders. This woman, Michie, was certainly one of those people, and maybe she hadn't been looking for someone to talk to, but January knew that she was friendly and pleasant enough – maybe the woman was subconsciously looking, and wouldn't know what she really wanted until she received a little bit of kindness and companionship in return. January could understand that, lonely as she felt during her recent days, but now she didn't want to dwell on negative feelings. The angel felt that when negativity bogged a person down, it could trickle into even unexpected things like basic conversation, and bring somebody down. Certainly, she wouldn't want to bring this woman down any more than she was, or make her feel like she had more burdens to suffer. Even when she had been alive, many people had likened January to a literal ray of sunshine because of her ability to cheer people up, and that hadn't changed just because she was technically dead, or had been going through something of a rough patch after Arya had fallen from grace.

When she spoke about her parents, she noticed that the woman's tone seemed flat, even... perhaps a subject she was uncomfortable with, given whatever familial situation she had come from. January made a mental note to be careful of any deep topics, although she really did enjoy talking about her own family. She loved them all dearly, and missed them every single day. The angel knew it was impossible for her to be a part of their lives again, but there was that hope that continued to spring eternal that anything could happen. Even when Michie smiled, January could tell that it was fake – forced, but she returned the smile in a genuine way that would hopefully allow the brunette to see that she meant her no harm, and even though she was definitely leading the conversation, she didn't want it to end. Any sort of socialization would be better than nothing, and despite what seemed to be a rougher demeanor, she found Michie to be quite pleasant. ”I suppose that's sound advice – I probably should consider doing more things for myself. It's just easy enough to do things for others, always has been.” January was pretty selfless, and had given up many things for her siblings, for those who were less fortunate, all out of the goodness of her own heart, and never had regrets. The blonde wouldn't want to become selfish, but if she had the time to enjoy a little sunlight all on her own, maybe get some color back on her skin, that might not be a bad thing.

”If you'd ever like a shopping buddy, I'd be happy to tag along. I used to go all the time with my best friend and my sister but they... they live far away, now. I don't get to see them very much,” January said, hating that she had to tell even a white lie, but that was really for her own preservation. Even angels had enemies, after all, and while she wasn't sure that Michie was one of them, it was better not to take the risk. When she spoke of eating ice cream regardless of season, January let out a warm, gentle laugh. ”I admire that, actually. It's not good to deny yourself things that you want. But isn't it cold? Like, cold on top of cold?” She mock shivered, hoping that being a bit silly could get a real smile out of the other woman, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. Then, they brought up their various interests, and sign language came up. January let out a warm smile when she commented on it positively – some people thought less of people who were deaf or mute and the blonde always felt that sort of behavior was unspeakably cruel. ”Yeah, but really it was just something we all grew up with to talk to Mom. It's come in handy now, though – I made a friend at the college campus. Callum, he's deaf.” She just couldn't help bringing up her charge; Callum was a sweetheart, and she thought of him very often. More often than she should, most likely.

Michie's interests and activities didn't surprise her, but she let the woman speak and gave a small nod. ”What brought you over here to talk to me, then? Do people at the bars seem unfriendly or something?” It was just a curiosity, since she admitted to not normally talking to people. January smiled and chuckled. ”I'm legal to drink, but I don't really get out much, so the 'bar scene' isn't really something I'm familiar with. It's probably fun though, isn't it?” She had considered going to one, but wouldn't want to go alone, and it never seemed like something Arya was interested in. Maybe some day, she'd make more friends that would allow for a broader spectrum of social activity.

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

there were certain times that she had time to site down and think about the what ifs, normally she didn't enjoy the outcomes were the thoughts lead towards. for instance, most of them she was oblivious to her surroundings and that included the presents of supernatual. mentally sighing from the reaccuring thought and the too often repressed emotion of being lonely. she had no real friends and never allowed herself to get close enough to someone to even consider an emotional bond over someone. it would be weird and unethical for her to change her habit of pushing people away. a killing machine didn't need distractions caused from people pretending to be humans. and she was doing something that she rarely did sober, she must be in a better mood that she thought she was in. her curious was starting to grow and a feeling that laid beneathe her mood was going to blame the person that she would soon to be sitting next to. her ray of sunshine personality was slightly compelling and revolting at the same time.

she knew that her tone changed a bit when the topic took a turn towards parentals, and it just made her think about her biological parents, which meant that she was going to have to deal with buring the one night that she drastically wanted to forget about. she didn't enjoy having conversation about parentals and emotions for them, her adopted parents didn't have a love towards them. she respected them and thankful that they gave her a place to crash while growing up, but that was it. they had a more of a professional relationship, then a parent, child relationship and she secretly resented others for being able to have that type of relatioship and wanted to skin the alive or something. she knew that was just the bitch inside her raging at the fact that she was attempting to be nice and social, it slightly amused her and disgusted her, at the same time. she also tended to think about herself more, than others and always gave her opinion on how people should take care of themselves, first. "sometimes it's easier to take care of others, i suppose. but i don't know from personal experience." she responded to her, with a small shrug. she knew that some people took pleasure out of other people's happiness, but miss michie was a saddist, so her amusement came out of other people's pain. she licked her chapped lips, glancing around the park and realized again, that not many people were out and abount in the area that they were located in. so, she mentally shrugged off the idea of being nice and being bothered by it. she was going to attempt to be friendly to this creature that had a glowy aura around her entire body - also getting the idea that she might be armed to take her down, so she was going to have to deal with that idea.

hearing her response, caused her to arch a singular eyebrow and realized how much she drifted from her highschool "friends", it caused her to actually smile back towards the bright haired woman, "that'd actually be pleasant, we should do that one day." she replied, with a sincere tone mixed with her usual rough exterior. actually, she wasn't sure if she hated angels or not, most of her hatred went to werewolves as a whole. she heard the woman's response pertaining to the situation of eating ice cream during the winter and nodded a bit, "it's worth it." she replied, with a small nod it was followed by a light laugh. she had a bit of a sweet tooth when it came to certain sweets that had been made throughout the history. she wasn't a very good cook, so she couldn't make her favorite things and it annoyed her. she heard the older woman's next comment, and lifted an eyebrow and slightly nodded, "does that mean you know ASL or does he communicate by his phone?" she asked, curious.

she shruged at the woman's other comment, "i don't know, and i am just.. a loner most of the times." she replied, looking away. in her line of work, there wasn't that much time to sit around doing her nails and talking about boys. she heard her comment about being legal and did a small nod, "ah i see, some people just don't like it. don't blame you for doing what you like." she replied, with a small shrug. she didn't understand how could someone not like the bar scene, but that was honestly on her for not liking it.

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

The melancholy air around Michie continued when they talked about family matters, and January made a little mental note to shift the conversation sooner rather than later. After all, she didn't like making people uncomfortable, and she didn't want to continue down a conversation that might spark negative memories. Everyone had their skeletons in the closet and their personal demons – even her, who had led a pretty normal life without a lot of struggle, had things that she'd rather not think about if she could avoid it. Even though January had embraced her position as an angel and loved the fact that she could protect someone as kind and wonderful as Callum from the dangers in the world, she was still a little bit bitter about her death. Granted, she had died in a way that most would consider heroic, and she had saved the life of her best friend's kid brother, but she had still died. More than just her death, though, January didn't remember much of the event itself. She remembered going through the sewer grate when the water started sluicing off the streets and down below, she remembered finding the little boy and helping boost him out, but she wished she could remember her father and her siblings trying to save her. She wished she could remember seeing them, even if it wasn't in a happy situation, she still wished she could have seen them all one last time. The blonde also felt guilty about her bitterness and any lingering resentment – she had been chosen for a higher calling, a greater purpose, and even though she missed her family, the blonde knew she should be grateful for being something more than just six feet under. Now, she had a chance to keep helping others that deserved it. And even a few that weren't directly assigned to her, it seemed. ”I think that being cared for and taking care of others is something beautiful and selfless. We should all be so lucky to truly care for someone, and be cared for at least once in our lives.” January said, not wanting to ask why she felt like nobody had cared for her, or why she didn't have anyone to care for – the thought that anyone felt alone in the world was heartbreaking.

The blonde decided to shift the conversation to something a little less charged, maybe even cheer Michie up a little. The brunette seemed like she could use a really good friend, maybe even someone to care for her. Someone to listen when she needed to vent, that kind of thing. The angel had no idea whether or not she'd be the kind of person who could fill that void, and didn't even know if they'd be compatible, but maybe talking with a stranger for a little while could open her up to the possibility of doing it again sometime, just in case they weren't the type of people to become fast friends. January was realistic enough to know that even though she felt like she got along with most people, some people weren't fond of her eternally optimistic outlook, or cast her aside because they thought she was 'too good.' Really, she just had strong convictions and felt that everyone deserved a chance, but if that rubbed people the wrong way, she made no apologies. The angel was proud of who she was, and hoped that maybe she'd at least be able to do some good here with the brunette. ”Yay, I love shopping! I don't have a lot of money to spend right now, but I'm sure I can get something together.” Occasionally, January did odd jobs, just little things that didn't require much information like a background check where someone could look her up and found out that she was dead. Really, she didn't need much money, since she was living out of a room at the college that was empty for the term and spent most of her time in the Heavens with the other angels, but since she was making it down to earth more frequently, she decided that she needed the extra pocket change. ”We can find you a few more colorful things... sometimes it's just enough to give a person a whole new outlook on life.”

The brunette's wardrobe was simple. Functional, but lacking in color from what she could tell. Yes, some brighter colors might just be the cure to what ailed her, at least on a temporary basis. Although it seemed like she swore by ice cream as well. ”I might have to try to the whole 'eating ice cream on a cold day' thing. Although if I get too cold, I'll have to get some hot cocoa or something to follow it up.” Then, they started talking about Callum, and January couldn't keep the smile off of her face. ”I know ASL. Everyone in my family does, because of my mom. He likes that we can communicate that way.” It made her feel special that they could carry on conversations with each other that way... probably because most people couldn't, and with her, Callum could just be himself. Her charge was the kind of friend that just worked with her, because they had a lot in common, and January wasn't the 'typical' twenty-something. ”Bars just seem too crowded for me, but I'm not completely opposed to going. Maybe you should take me sometime.” It was just a suggestion, and she wouldn't be hurt either way, but the blonde did want to open herself up to new possibilities.