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Great :) I was thinking Hale could be in the shop, and once he leaves Carla and Alden he goes over to say a weak sorry for Hazel.
It's lovely. I was thinking after the Hazel part, maybe Alden comes to the shop were Carla works?
When Kyle hit the roof top, his hand which had pulled on Clarissa’s shirt lost its grip, as he slide along the gravel. Lucky for him, his long sleeved shirt and pants saved his skin from being ruffed up, but he could feel a slight burn. However, what hurt the most was his left wing, he flinched a little knowing he had most likely broken it. Grunting a little he sat up, looking at his own wing trying to move it only to grind his teeth more, the other wing moving fine. He could hear the intake of breath of Clarissa making him glance over and mumble to himself before blushing a small smile. He pushed up a little more only wincing a little as he waved and told her not to freak out. She didn’t but that didn’t make him feel any better as she just stared at him.
He knew he wasn’t human and it was a big thing to take in, but honestly, he would have dealt better with her freaking out. He could feel his chest tighten as she stared at him. It was like she was reading his soul, he felt exposed and wanted to cover himself with his hands as if that would stop her. But before he could move more than tightening his hand into a small grip on the gravel, she finally blinked. Well he didn’t kill her of shock, that was a starter. He bite his lip a little still just waiting for her to say anything. It really had only been a minute of silence but to Kyle it had felt like five. His heart was beating a little fast, the panic still lingering before she finally spoke making him let out the breath he had been unknowingly holding. “Umm.” He said dragging out the word as he tried to figure out how to do this. They didn’t teach you this in training, after all humans were meant to know about angels. “Ah.” That was no better. He closed his mouth and sighed a little before shifting to take his weight off his hands without letting his left wing leave the ground. He rubbed his face a little before looking at her, the way she had just done to him.
“Ah-damnit speak you idiot.” He started off before muttering to himself. Why did he have to be so god damn awkward?! So he looked at the ground. “Well, I’m your guardian angel. A pretty bad one. But yeah. Umm angels are real, and well I just, um, did something really bad but know you have extra time on your life. In other words you just cheated death.” He said speaking a little quickly and a little quietly before glancing up at her again, before blowing a little to get the hair out of his golden eyes.
He knew he wasn’t human and it was a big thing to take in, but honestly, he would have dealt better with her freaking out. He could feel his chest tighten as she stared at him. It was like she was reading his soul, he felt exposed and wanted to cover himself with his hands as if that would stop her. But before he could move more than tightening his hand into a small grip on the gravel, she finally blinked. Well he didn’t kill her of shock, that was a starter. He bite his lip a little still just waiting for her to say anything. It really had only been a minute of silence but to Kyle it had felt like five. His heart was beating a little fast, the panic still lingering before she finally spoke making him let out the breath he had been unknowingly holding. “Umm.” He said dragging out the word as he tried to figure out how to do this. They didn’t teach you this in training, after all humans were meant to know about angels. “Ah.” That was no better. He closed his mouth and sighed a little before shifting to take his weight off his hands without letting his left wing leave the ground. He rubbed his face a little before looking at her, the way she had just done to him.
“Ah-damnit speak you idiot.” He started off before muttering to himself. Why did he have to be so god damn awkward?! So he looked at the ground. “Well, I’m your guardian angel. A pretty bad one. But yeah. Umm angels are real, and well I just, um, did something really bad but know you have extra time on your life. In other words you just cheated death.” He said speaking a little quickly and a little quietly before glancing up at her again, before blowing a little to get the hair out of his golden eyes.
Posted <3 if you want to you can move Carla all the way to the kitchen in your post :)
The warm water felt good on her skin. Even as it went from burning her to a luke warm. At first she just sat their crying, fighting with herself not to end her life. She couldn’t do that to Hale, not after all he did for her. But she had been violated again and her mind couldn’t take that. The sound of the shower slowly turned to white noise and she could only hear the sound of her own heart pounding in her chest. Pump-pump. . .pump-pump. . .pump-pump. She felt numb to feel any emotion, as the steam in the room made it hard to breath. She started to feel sick, like she wanted to throw up. She figured it was dehydration from being over heated for so long. She moved from the middle of the shower and leaned along the glass of the shower. It felt cool on her skin, it stopped her from totally zoning out like she had at the age of fifteen. Then again when the cops showed up at her doors to tell her about Hale. Hale. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get away from them. I’m sorry I got mixed in all of this when I promised you I wouldn’t.” She whispered to herself before the door handle started to rattle a little, snapping her back to reality.
Her heart felt like it had stopped her eyes wide, her body frozen as she started at where the door had been through the foggy glass of the shower. She could feel her hands shaking as memories of that night came back to her. But then a knock echoed through the room cutting off the white noise of the shower once again. Kimberly’s voice was something of a relief to hear. Carla parted her lips to lie, but all that came out was. “Ah.” Drawn out as if she couldn’t speak. She cut herself off and took in a breath through the thick air. “Ye-yeah! Sorry” She said pausing for a second. “I’ll be out in a minute.” She said before standing up a little shakily using the shower glass to help her. That sick feeling was getting worst as she held her tummy before walking over to turn off the water. Walking out of the shower she started to dry off making sure not to look at herself in the mirror as she knew it would only bring her back to the tears and then the feeling of nothingness again. She couldn’t do that right there. Kimberly already thought she was up to something, she knew the woman would come in this time if Carla didn’t hurry.
Once her body was dry and her hair slightly damp, running a little wild from the towel dry, she frowned at the dress. She took a moment to breathe through the heavy air before sighing to herself. She couldn’t hold off the dress any longer. Slipping into the dress one foot after the other she felt awkward, as if she wasn’t wearing enough. Her legs far too exposed for her likings. She could feel her breath caught a little as she wanted to start to panic. “No Carla, your fine. Just breath.” She said to herself slightly harshly. She couldn’t have another panic attack, she knew if she had one this time she’d end up in the hospital and well, she knew that wouldn’t go well.
The dress was a little loose yet tight on her because of the size difference between the girls, she looked down at herself, staring at the matching red shoes. She didn’t like this, she wanted to rip it off and just go in the pj’s she had on before. Swallowing a little she closed her eyes and made sure to walk pass the mirror without looking at herself. She didn’t know where the hair brush had been and she wasn’t about to look for it so her hair was still a little crazy. Twisting the door handle, she just realized she hadn’t locked the door and cursed at herself for that. She paused with the handled turned before finally pushing it open and peeking through to see Kimberly still there a rush of cool air hitting her as the steam started to pour from the bathroom. “So-sorry for taking so long. . . I, umm, yeah.” She said before stepping out. She could feel the breeze between her legs, making her shift a little uncomfortably. “Umm you. . . wouldn’t have tights I could wear? Just. . . for now?” She couldn’t look at Kimberly as she said that but she made sure to stare somewhere else beside her own feet. She wasn’t sure if she could look at her bare legs and not cry again.
ahah no rush. I still have two more posts to do. I had a bit of catch up to do, finally got down to two.
Mhmm, I'm glad we're on the same thought track.
I so figured Floretta is the most outgoing and most likely to make friends, next time I think maybe he'd meet Iris herself and he'll figure our that she's many people in one body?
Floretta stood there with the book out in front of her, in one hand the five colours they had given her and her stuffed bunny hanging from her same side. She pulled the colouring book back just a little as she started to talk about Dominick, her older brother who could no longer take care of her. But that didn’t stop her from smiling brightly at the boy before her. Floretta liked making new friends, even more so when they looked nice. Floretta was good at noticing people’s emotions and thus knowing if they were safe to talk to. In a place like that the numbers were limited. When he didn’t answer her at first, she titled her head to the side looking at him with her big bright icy blue eyes. For a five year old she was good with people, little did the boy know that she was really a twenty-one year old with a five year old personality currently in control.
When he finally spoke she jumped up and down a little, her hands coming together to clap as she lost two of the crayons. “On no!” She said before placing the crayons from her hand on the couch, the book in his lap as she clung to her bunny and got on the floor to reach under the couch for the two run always. As she did so she bumped a little into the boy’s leg before sitting up and smiling. “Got them!” She said before getting up without brushing herself off and picked up the other crayon’s before sitting down beside him with a bit of a bounce. “What colour do you want?” She said holding out her hands for him. “They don’t always have a lot of colours for me, today is different!” she said with excitement in her voice.
When he thanked her she gave him the colour he wanted before placing all but the green one in her lap along with her bunny who seemed to be overlooking the two colouring. When he said his name she smiled up at him with a little blush. “Floretta, maybe later you’ll get to meet Iris. She’s my best friend.” Floretta said as she sung her feet a little, despite it catching on the floor each time because she wasn’t a real five year old. And without a second thought her mind went back to the real task at hand. “Should we finish this picture first or should we do one together or maybe even we could each have a page. It could be like, umm,” she paused trying to remember the word in English before she sighed a little. “ It’s wettbewerb in German. Umm, I think it starts with a c. . . it’s were two people fight to be better. One gets first place and the other gets second!“ She finished before kissing the top of the bunny’s head.“Maybe even Bunny will place.“ She said picking up the purple crayon and putting it in the bunny’s hand.
When he finally spoke she jumped up and down a little, her hands coming together to clap as she lost two of the crayons. “On no!” She said before placing the crayons from her hand on the couch, the book in his lap as she clung to her bunny and got on the floor to reach under the couch for the two run always. As she did so she bumped a little into the boy’s leg before sitting up and smiling. “Got them!” She said before getting up without brushing herself off and picked up the other crayon’s before sitting down beside him with a bit of a bounce. “What colour do you want?” She said holding out her hands for him. “They don’t always have a lot of colours for me, today is different!” she said with excitement in her voice.
When he thanked her she gave him the colour he wanted before placing all but the green one in her lap along with her bunny who seemed to be overlooking the two colouring. When he said his name she smiled up at him with a little blush. “Floretta, maybe later you’ll get to meet Iris. She’s my best friend.” Floretta said as she sung her feet a little, despite it catching on the floor each time because she wasn’t a real five year old. And without a second thought her mind went back to the real task at hand. “Should we finish this picture first or should we do one together or maybe even we could each have a page. It could be like, umm,” she paused trying to remember the word in English before she sighed a little. “ It’s wettbewerb in German. Umm, I think it starts with a c. . . it’s were two people fight to be better. One gets first place and the other gets second!“ She finished before kissing the top of the bunny’s head.“Maybe even Bunny will place.“ She said picking up the purple crayon and putting it in the bunny’s hand.
Lilika Anna Rain, the only daughter of James and Lily Rain. Her eyes stared blankly at the cops that walked into the room, another worked on cutting her down. To an outsider it easily looked like she had taken her own life. Her family sobbed softly from the hallway outside her bedroom. However, when you really looked at the room, there was nothing close by for her to step off of to hang herself. Things had been knocked over in the room and hidden under her school uniform was a symbol etched into her flesh of her tummy. They never found out who had killed her and the case went cold as her body lay in the ground with the rest of the dead. However, her soul had not been allowed to leave that house. Despite that curse, she could not lurk amount the living forever trapped in a limbo of darkness.
Her white grown with pearls around her neck, was the outfit her mother had picked for her to wear forever. It made her pale skin not look so pale against her dark brown hair. Even now as she lay there floating in the darkness, sleeping each moment, to day, to month, to year her icy blue eyes did not open. No pain could get her anymore she was untouchable. Her hair waved around her face as if she was floating on water, her hands were stretched out to her side, her chest not moving. But this peaceful state was going to end too soon for the young woman as her icy blue eyes opened wide, her mouth opening as she gasped for breath, the taste of blood on the tip of her tongue.
Panic filled her as her last memory came back to her. It was fuzzy but there. Someone’s hands wrapped around her neck, her fingers clawing at his face and hands as she could feel the pain in her chest. Everything was getting tighter in her chest, as the unthinkable was being done to her innocence’s. The pain had become too much and then everything faded away as she die staring up at the man who had murdered her. The next moment, as the memory faded into the darkness that clung to her body tightly, she struggled to take in air but didn’t feel the need to breath at all. She only felt like she had to because she was used to the movement. She couldn’t turn her head, she couldn’t move her arms or legs, but she could feel them all. It was so cold. She wanted to whimper as her eyes flickered around for something anything. She wanted to shiver it was so cold, but her body still wouldn’t move.
She struggled to move anything for a moment, before her focus shifted. It was like a faint sound could be heard in the silence of the darkness that felt like it was crushing her. She looked straight again, looking for anything in the darkness, but only found that faint sound getting louder and louder. It was her name, someone was saying her name over and over again. Her eyes flickered to the left before something hot as fire clamped onto her left wrist. Her eyes widened as a scream of pure fear rolled from her lips before she was tugged under water. Her scream cut short as her lungs chocked on something before shapes and random bright lights could be seen. The faint tinkering of every piece of glass in the building had shattered and fallen to the ground. Lilika gasped to breath as she tried to focus on what was going on. She was confused her head spinning as the air filled her body again.
She then started to realize that she was sitting on the floor, her legs on either side of her hips her hands pressed between her knees on a white dress she had never seen before. She looked up from her hands and glanced around the broken, dusty home that was filled with strange looking teenagers. She parted her lips just about to speak when her wrist gave a sharp tug and her body went forward running right through the table. . . . but nothing had hurt.
Her white grown with pearls around her neck, was the outfit her mother had picked for her to wear forever. It made her pale skin not look so pale against her dark brown hair. Even now as she lay there floating in the darkness, sleeping each moment, to day, to month, to year her icy blue eyes did not open. No pain could get her anymore she was untouchable. Her hair waved around her face as if she was floating on water, her hands were stretched out to her side, her chest not moving. But this peaceful state was going to end too soon for the young woman as her icy blue eyes opened wide, her mouth opening as she gasped for breath, the taste of blood on the tip of her tongue.
Panic filled her as her last memory came back to her. It was fuzzy but there. Someone’s hands wrapped around her neck, her fingers clawing at his face and hands as she could feel the pain in her chest. Everything was getting tighter in her chest, as the unthinkable was being done to her innocence’s. The pain had become too much and then everything faded away as she die staring up at the man who had murdered her. The next moment, as the memory faded into the darkness that clung to her body tightly, she struggled to take in air but didn’t feel the need to breath at all. She only felt like she had to because she was used to the movement. She couldn’t turn her head, she couldn’t move her arms or legs, but she could feel them all. It was so cold. She wanted to whimper as her eyes flickered around for something anything. She wanted to shiver it was so cold, but her body still wouldn’t move.
She struggled to move anything for a moment, before her focus shifted. It was like a faint sound could be heard in the silence of the darkness that felt like it was crushing her. She looked straight again, looking for anything in the darkness, but only found that faint sound getting louder and louder. It was her name, someone was saying her name over and over again. Her eyes flickered to the left before something hot as fire clamped onto her left wrist. Her eyes widened as a scream of pure fear rolled from her lips before she was tugged under water. Her scream cut short as her lungs chocked on something before shapes and random bright lights could be seen. The faint tinkering of every piece of glass in the building had shattered and fallen to the ground. Lilika gasped to breath as she tried to focus on what was going on. She was confused her head spinning as the air filled her body again.
She then started to realize that she was sitting on the floor, her legs on either side of her hips her hands pressed between her knees on a white dress she had never seen before. She looked up from her hands and glanced around the broken, dusty home that was filled with strange looking teenagers. She parted her lips just about to speak when her wrist gave a sharp tug and her body went forward running right through the table. . . . but nothing had hurt.
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