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Post by rene on May 20, 2013 11:02:05 GMT
 but now that i'm older, my heart's colder[/size][/color] and i can see that it's a lie
René had never been to heaven. It was ironic, because he was an angel and all, and was expected to occasionally fly there to meet his fellow angel brothers and sisters, not to mention receive orders from some higher being that he still had a hard time believing actually existed. The wings on his back were proof enough of that, but like fuck the blonde was going to believe shit. Heck, there were times when he did not even feel like an angel. It was quite a shame, since some actually took pleasure in protecting their charges and making sure that they stayed safe. Don't get me wrong, he did love his little sister, but things were apeshit crazy between the two of them at the moment, and the last thing he wanted was to be in the same room with the feisty young lady.
So, when he met another fellow angel, Brent, he was over the moon. It was difficult finding a kindred spirit that did not take his job as seriously as most other angels did, and plus, he had a bitchy charge too. It was one of the reasons why René hardly got along with them in the first place. While they spoke about protecting their charges until the end of time, René was wondering on whether it would be worth throwing his own existence away by pushing Annette underneath a bus. He was bound to fall anyway sooner or later, and erasing his own existence wouldn't make much of a difference rather than constantly miss the feel of flying and the gift of turning invisible. René had lost the number of times he peeked up the skirts of women while being invisible, being the occasional pervert that he liked to be. It was fun when you knew that you were never going to get caught, and you could do whatever you pleased.
Texting the other angel to meet him at a cozy pub he had only recently knew abut a few days ago, the angel strolled in as though he owned the place and plonked himself down at the bar. Ordering himself a glass of rum, he took the initiative to check on Annette and see whether she was alright. As expected, she was at home, resting, unable to hunt due to her pregnancy. Seeing that she was incapable of hunting or doing anything that might hurt herself, he withdrew from watching her and smirked, satisfied. He felt like a total douchebag, but he was unable to feel too concerned for her for the time being.
Half an hour passed with no sign of the other angel. René was already starting to wonder where he was when his phone buzzed. Something had come up with his charge, and he was unable to make it. Texting back that it was alright, that they could meet up some other time, the blonde rested his elbows on the bar and glanced around the pub, wondering if he could spot a familiar face or two around here.
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Post by WYATT ANDERSON MONTGOMERY on May 25, 2013 3:51:21 GMT
[style=width: 300px; padding: 15px; background: #ece8da; border-top: 1px solid #605951; border-right: 1px solid #605951][style=width: 300px; height: 340px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/TsC9KN7.jpg)] [/style][style=width: 300px; text-align:justify; line-height:100%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #C1B398;margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px;]Wyatt was bruised and beaten and felt like complete shit. Tonight he had lost his first fight in over a year and didn’t feel good about it. His head was killing him, he was fairly sure he had a few broken ribs, and his knee was in pain. Though he was a werewolf and would heal more quickly than his opponent, but it was more painful to lose to the guy than it was to have to wait longer to heal. His opponent, Ivan, was an asshole, and he was pretty sure the guy was juiced up on steroids. Wyatt was strong, but that guy still had him close to being beat. He was just so much quicker and honestly Wyatt’s head hadn’t been in the game. He had been thinking of so many different things that had been going on in his life from Harper being taken to finding out that there was another pack in town, which he was slightly worried about. He hadn’t heard much on them other than the fact that their alpha was about 18, which struck him as weird as hell and also worrisome because what kind of 18 year old gets to be in charge of an entire pack unless he’s some sort of manipulating dickhead? He had also heard that shifters were in the pack, which was also really weird. Why did he need shifters in his pack? It didn’t make sense to Wyatt at all and he was confused about the entire thing. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to lose his territory to some 18-year-old kid. He had the greatest pack in Manuka and he would do anything for his pack.
Sighing, he wiped his face of blood that had dried on his face. He stood in a poorly lit bathroom in a bar in the upper state. He had left the arena where his fight was held and had skipped out to go get drunk. He knew that his manager would hate that he was doing this, but he had had a shitty night and needed a pick-me-up. This was all he could come up with. Wyatt really was the kind of guy that drank when he really needed to mope about something or if he was doing it at a party or family get together. His drink of choice was Scotch and so far he had already had three glasses.
He walked back to the bar and plopped down, finally feeling tipsy enough to not hate himself for being defeated by an asshole named Ivan. What kind of name was that anyways? He knew he was just being mean in his head because he was upset and sighed again heavily. He tapped on the bar and the bar keep made him another drink. “Thanks, Bee,” he said to the girl. She was a pretty little thing and had a great body. But Wyatt couldn’t have her. He was engaged and had no say about it. He was more bummed every second he looked at her. ”What happened to you anyways?” she asked with raised eyebrows. She leaned on the counter towards him and he looked down at the bar. “I got my ass handed to me tonight,” he said and scratched the back of his head. “But I still got paid, so that’s a plus I suppose,” he chuckled dryly and threw back his drink.
He noticed a blond boy who looked to be only around 20 something and furrowed his brow. “Are you even old enough to drink?” he asked. [/style] [/style] ty sophia |
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