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    1. Sethrine 11 yrs ago

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M: I am a very nice, caring person, as many tell me. I do right by everyone, put others before myself with family, friends, work, and beyond. I try not to ask for too much and work hard to keep my life filled with as much happiness as possible. But when you come in and can't get your shit together, can't even be bothered to do anything right and in a timely manner, that frustrates me a bit. When you're continuously two-faced and can't keep up with your own lies that you genuinely believe to be true, I become quite peeved. When you continuously call in, leave me to do all the work, yell at me and force me to tears over something that I was instructed to tell you that you didn't do, that upsets me. What really pisses me off to high-heaven, however, is when you do all these things and then quit like it was all of us that did you wrong, like the universe deserves you a favor for everything you didn't do. Do you realize that I have to now take your shifts and have no time to rest or get my life in order? You're the most pretentious piece of work I've ever had the (dis)pleasure of meeting, and I wish you smooth sailings and wave you off with an exhausted smile as you attempt to to find another job you can get paid not to do. God knows I'm thrilled you finally decided to leave the one I work hard trying to keep.

Wow, that felt really good, getting it off my shoulders.
Again, so sorry for the wait! I believe that post is the longest one I've ever done on any rp. If you need me to shorten it, I can try my best to do so. I honestly don't know how it got so long.
Reyna was only somewhat surprised at the man's answer. The Deril twins were quite popular, so it was one of the first assumptions that came to mind when there was a new face around that Reyna herself didn't know about, especially this late at night. The right place at the right time, he had said...

Well, she was grateful he had shown up when he did, regardless of who he knew or where he had come from. She wasn't completely sure how long she could stay ahead of her attacker if he had continued his pursuit after her.

As they sat there together, Reyna now more comfortable with the company, the blonde gave a slight shiver. All the adrenaline from the attack had worn off, and despite her usually comfortable coat, she could feel the night's cold starting to steep through. The light dusting of snow beneath her bottom and legs wasn't helping anything, either. The man before her was kind enough to offer his own coat, and she was sorely tempted to take him up on the offer.

"I'll be fine, really. Besides, you'll catch your death without your jacket."

Despite her words, the man was persistent, even going so far as to remove his coat and enticingly holding it between them for her to take. She hesitated only a moment before reaching for it. She might as well take his kind offer instead of ignoring it; it would have been rude to do so.

Before she had a chance to touch the material of the offered clothing, Reyna's ears caught the sound of a vehicle approaching. She turned to look down the street, just making out the blinking red and blue lights rounding the corner. There was a siren in the distance, though it wasn't from the police car moving closer to her destination.

Reyna made to turn back around when a light pressure came down upon her shoulders. She glanced to each side and reached up, feeling the soft, warm material of the coat she had just been offered. Curiously, she looked around her, expecting to see the stranger who had come to her rescue standing off to the side. Instead, she was met with the sight of her home to the left and a great pecan tree to the right, the man nowhere to be seen.

"Hello? Hey, where did you...hello?"

A soft groan escaped her attacker as he shifted slightly. Reyna practically jumped out of her skin at the movement and scrabbled to pick up her can of paint and aimed it in his direction. He remained down and thankfully didn't move again, not even when the police finally arrived and tried getting a response out of him. The sirens from before grew closer and closer, and Reyna soon found out that it was an ambulance for the injured, unconscious man who had been beat down by a strange man who had disappeared from sight.

It had already been a long night, but after the necessary questioning and a promise to come into the station tomorrow morning for an official statement, the blonde young woman wanted nothing more than to pass out for the next ten hours. She clutched the borrowed jacket closer to her body as she finally made her way into her home, making sure to lock both locks on the door. She took off both coats, debated what to do with the extra one, and settled on hanging them both where they could dry. Maybe her "Knight in Shining Armor" would be back for his coat. Maybe then she would be able to thank him properly.

The guys in R.A. were not gonna believe this.

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"Wait, hold up! You tellin' me you sprayed that guy in the eyes? Tha's pretty cool."

Reyna eyed one of the members of her art group, otherwise known as the R.A., with what could have been described as astonishment.

"Really? That whole story, and you focus on the paint, of all things?"

"Tha's what we're here for, yeah?"

"Ignore her," piped in James, one of Reyna's closest friends. He was both equal parts amazed and horrified at the scene she had created with her words, seeing both the good and the bad that had come out of the situation. "We're all just glad you're okay. You should really be at home resting instead of being out here."

"And miss this opportunity to paint a mural for the city's park? Like I would have been able to rest knowing you guys were having all the fun."

There were a few snickers here and there before all was quiet again. Everyone had on excited faces, all eyes focused on Reyna, awaiting for the next plan of action.

For the next three days, her art group would be creating a mural depicting images that would entice ages of young and old to the city's downtown park area. Just last week, several volunteer groups had helped clean up the area and refurbished the playground play areas as well as planted flowers. There was a brick wall off toward the east side of the park that had once been part of some building way back when, surprisingly sturdy despite its years of standing and quite the eye sore. Instead of tearing it down, however, the Renegade Artisans, or R.A. as they were often known as, decided they wanted to contribute to the project by doing what they did best.

"Alright, you guys," Reyna began with a clap of her hands and a bright smile, "let's clean up any loose brick and plan out a basic outline for today. We'll do heavier painting tomorrow; it's supposed to be mostly clear then, so hopefully we won't have any runs in the paint."

As soon as a plan of action was dished out, the members of the R.A. immediately set to work on clearing out any loose bricks or debris that would disturb their work in progress. They had come a long way since first joining, and Reyna was so proud of them for their dedication to each and every project.
Should I start the next day, or would you like to do that?
Mhm! Sorry, I'll get a post up soon! Just been super busy is all. Don't worry, not going anywhere. ;D
Damien couldn't help the sly grin that consumed his features. He had already gotten on the Angel's nerves, and they had barely conversed or been in each other's presence for more than a few minutes. It seemed Genevieve was a bit antsy this morning, though the demon wasn't sure if it was just from his person alone or other causes.

He was led up to the parlor area once more, this time without the aide of a blindfold. After all, there was no longer a point to have one after the other day's fiasco. Once surrounded by the gathering of Angels, he was easily able to point out the ones who were accompanying them on their journey to Atlanta, all of the original flock Damien had first encountered since coming to the city. Unsurprisingly, Adam was staying behind, though not without giving Genevieve some parting words that were quite peculiar. Damien eyed the red haired Angel, but he dismissed the vague words. In due time, in due time.

His left wrist was once more uncuffed for the time being, and his hand was held tightly by the very Angel that had him under her thumb. His knowing smile returned as they made their way out of the building and into the busy streets.

The city was vast and seemed to go one forever without a faster means of transportation. It took at least two hours to reach the west side, their current direction of travel. The edge of the city was finally tangible, however, as were the large stables held their just near the edge of yet another forest-like expanse. At one of the stableheads was a slightly older man, more roughed up by his livelyhood than his actual age, leading a hourse back into its stall. Damien was forced to mask his appearance once more, his eyes going bright green as his clawed hands and sharply pointed teeth receded to a normal standard.

The man looked up as they all approached, giving a single nod in greeting.

"Hey there. The name's Luke. What can I do you lot for?"
In Hey Sherlock 11 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
Just gonna slow-clap this one out.

11/10
For all the grace she normally had, Reyna was unable to channel that to her bumbling form and instead focused on twisting to face her attacker. It wasn't as good as running off in hopes of finding some help, but it was better than being defenceless with her back to the man. This way, she could attempt to throw a punch or at least beat the guy's head in with her can of spray paint.

What she found upon turning was startling enough to have her freeze to her spot, can of paint held out before her in case things turned for the worst.

The man who had attacked her had been yelling and screaming out profanities, though a small part of her brain had thought it was because of the paint burning his eyes. What she hadn't expected was the sudden quiet of the night to return, nor did she expect to see another man hovering over her now unconscious attacker. He looked to her as if he was surprised over something, though all she could do was stare back with a tremble in her limbs that wasn't from the cold of the frosty night air.

He had such striking eyes....

Reyna jumped when the new man moved closer to her, her paint can, shaking slightly with the shock she was still in, held up higher in case he were to try something. His movements were slow and deliberate, but she wasn't taking any chances of a repeat offense. When he knelt just in front of her, she gave a weak shuffle back to put just a tad more distance between them.

"You got a cell phone? You should call the cops."

He posed a very good idea, calling the cops, but she was reluctant to move from her position. He had saved her, yes, but what if he had beat up the other guy just so he could have a chance at kidnapping her or stealing her bag or even killing her? She watched those crime scene television shows, she knew what situations like this usually entailed.

But if that were the case, wouldn't he have already tried to pull something?

Reyna gave a small, hesitant nod before reaching into her back pocket, other hand still holding the can of spray paint aimed at the stranger, and pulled out her cell phone. She eyed the blinking red light as well as the seven percent battery life that remained and inwardly cursed her forgetfulness; from now on, her phone would go on the charger every night before bed, no exceptions.

There was just enough battery life to call the police and give them general information - her name, her address, and what had happened in a span of five minutes. Luckily, the dispatcher was able to relay an officer who was just three blocks away before her phone gave a warning buzz and shut itself down. For another five minutes, she was stuck with the stranger who had saved her.

"Are...are you new around here?" Reyna asked as she dropped her hold on the paint can and instead kept it to her side, just in case. Since she wasn't in any immediate danger and was relieved with the fact that the cops were just around the corner, she felt a bit calmer, if not still shaken up from all the hubbub. Now that she was able to think more clearly, though, she began to wonder more about the man who had come out of nowhere to her rescue.

"I haven't seen you around before. Are you friends with the Deril twins?"
I'm wuite excited to get this thing going! I hope the post was okay.
I did! Turned out a bit longer than I initially intended, hehe!
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