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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:12 pm
"I'm in a little bit better place than someone drinking straight gin without gaggin'." He pointed out candidly. He picked his coat off of the back of the chair, realizing distantly that this was the second time tonight, he'd done this. He didn't know his name, he didn't care anymore, he'd call him Heaven.
Closest I'm likely t'get nowadays...
Micheal pulled the jacket over his shoulders and walked out of the bar to his car, the bourbon still in his hand. He didn't wait for the man to follow or even look behind himself as he exited. He'd follow, they always followed and then for a few more hours he'd have Heaven. Until he woke up and found out he had no wings, no peace, no loving contentment. He started the car, the song from before resuming it's blasting on the radio.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:25 pm
Kira shook his head. He followed not understanding why. The man...felt slightly familar. He sighed and exited the bar.
"Nice car.." he stated, leaning down to get into the car. He looked at the interior with intrest. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest. He laid his hands in his lap, opened one eye and looked over at the man.
"Do you have a name?" he asked, not realy caring.
He closed his eyes again and relaxed, the gin and vodka finally beginning to take affect.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:28 pm
sleepy sleep, bad dream, sleepy
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:52 pm
Micheal smiled and put in another CD. Merrilee Rush. A beautiful strummin of notes and drum beats floated from the speakers and as the first words began to play Micheal quoted them with a smirk. "Just call me Angel of the Morning." He turned the radio up higher, the vibrations casuing the liquor in his bottle to jump excitedly. "It's not like you'll care in the mornin', right?"
He pulled out of the bar's parking lot at reckless speeds, shooting out onto the highway, songs pounding at him on all sides with the speakers. Adrenaline pumped in him, he sang with the music, sped through red, green and yellow lights the same. They were all the same color, just another human precaution to avoid death. If death was so easy, Micheal'd be back where he belonged or at least off this earth.
He handed the bottle to Kira and shook hair out of his eyes, "Here, far shade better'n gin. It's got some actual flavor to it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:58 pm
"Angel eh?" Kira shook his head. "Interesting name." He fell silent for a few moments.
His thoughts were lost, staring at the liquid in the bottle. He sniffed it and took a large gulp, feeling the drink burn down his throat. He pulled his hair back behind his ears with his free hand.
Who is this guy..Kira thought to himself. He could feel something..almost so close to home. It was like he could feel it.
His wings beat agains the flesh of his back, begging for release. He shook his head, leaning back against the chair. The alcohol in his system was making the apendages harder to control.
He closed his eyes, feeling the car moving down the road.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:20 pm
Micheal grinned at him, his face a mask of small smiles and tortured eyes. Black strands fell in his face and he dashed them away with an uncaring hand. He was dizzy with alcohol, adrenaline and the heap of metal moing under him at horrible speeds.
"Maybe the sun's light will be dim
so it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we ve sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we're the victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by the light."
He sang at the top of his lungs, feeling almost alive again. He took a sharp turn and turned into his apartment. "We're here."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:24 pm
Kira sat up and opened his eyes. "Where's here?" he asked, looking out the window.
He shook his head, shaking out his hair, handing the bottle back over to the man. "Angel..." he had called himself.
Kira shuddered, urging his wings to be still. Now was not the time or place..and if he had too much more to drink it wouldn't matter.
"Following you..." he answered, almost quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:37 pm
Micheal shrugged and climbed out of the car. "My apartment building." He lead the man up the stairs, his head feeling a little clearer as he almost sobered up a bit, things that hadn't before, started to make sense. When he closed the door and walked over to the couch and sat down, bottle in his hand.
"Go ahead, let 'em out. It's gotta hurt somethin' fierce."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 4:24 am
Kira watched him as he climbed out of the car. He got out, looked around into the night.
This city was so cold at night...not like Eden. He shook that thought out of his head as well. That true heaven was forever out of his grasp.
He followed the man, name still unknown...,Angel into the apartment. He looked around then heard the man.
A look of confusion and shock both decided to play on his face. "What?" he asked, a little of the buzz wearing off.
"What are you talking about.." he ran his hand along the back of his neck in a quick nervous gesture.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 5:43 pm
Micheal flicked strands of hair from eyes that betrayed nothing but a singular lack of any genteel or remotely caring emotions. They were wasted on this man and this life, Micheal found himself hating him on a level he'd never been able to loathe another of God's precious creatures: he'd been allowed to keep his wings. Might even have a bit of residual power left, damn him.
"Keep doin' that an' you'll tears some feathers out." Micheal lifted a remote, flicking a button and turning his stereo on, he liked music. It was one of the few things he'd enjoyed about earth but that was only because it was a distraction. There was some music, he'd found, that made it almost impossible to think, he liked not being able to think, it made you stop remembering, stop focusing, you'd just sit dumb and blind, as the beat bounced around in your head.
The song that came on was a classic, he doubted Kira would have heard it before, it had been old a decade ago, but he still enjoyed it. It reminded him so much of himself. It was that damned masochism thing again, he hated his life but he loved to be reminded about it. "Pain" by Alice Cooper, it spoke to him, reminded him in case he ever forgot that his life--every mortal moment was painful. Even little pains were shocking when you'd never known it before, he wondered if all humans ached as much as him, if they all felt as weak and tired.
The first words tumbled from the speakers, this time it wasn't loud, he wanted to hear what the other man had to say.
I'm hidden in the scream
When the virgin dies
I'm the ache in the belly
When your baby cries
And I'm the burnin' sensation
When the convict fries
I'm pain
I'm your pain
Unspeakable pain
I'm your private pain"
Micheal fixed the man with a look of such repugnance that if the boy had been made of anything other than flesh and bone, he just might have melted into a steaming puddle on the antique Persian rug. "Don't play dumb with me, you can bind them, squeeze 'em, slouch forward to hide 'em but when it comes right down to it, there ain't much past nothin' that you can do t'keep a twenty foot wing-span hidden under a shirt, especially when someone who knows what the lean muscles of wings feel like put their fingers to 'em." He sloched the bourbon down his throat.
"And I'm the compound fracture
In the twisted car
And I'm the lines on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the meds by the bed
Of the suicide star
You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
Unfathomable pain"
Unfathomable... Micheal took a deep breath as the alcohol burned down his gullet. After all these years he'd spent in this world, this little test to weed out the righteous one would think he hated God. Didn't most people hate the one that punished them cruelly, unjustly? Oh, if only it were unjust...he wished it were, if it were God wouldn't be God, he'd be nothing more than a powerful man. A man, Micheal could hate a man.
Everything he did was just, this was just. Letting his head loll back on the couch while keeping an eye on his visitor thoughts filtered through his head. It wasn't deep thought, he'd been over this same tumble of ideas over and over. He still loved God, He was all he really wanted after all these years, he was all that he truly missed...that comfort, that serenity...perfection that loved no matter what. Even as He'd torn his wings from him and cast him to earth, God had loved him, loved him more than Micheal's mind could fathom loving anyone and He felt that way about all his children.
"And it's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight"
With his constant pain and the horrid mortality and futility of the world wrapped around him like a noose, Micheal still loved God. "Unfathomable." Micheal muttered softly before once again lifting his head and glaring at the boy. Not a boy really, they were roughly the same age but, he seemed more innocent than Micheal felt. Perhaps that was just his own jaded personality though.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 5:53 pm
Kira looked at the man across from him. He shook his head, his mind racing. "Alice Cooper,eh?" He asked, stalling for...what? time? This world's idea of time was something..foolish...imcomplete.
His wings beat against his flesh and he sighed, stretched and soon large wings filled the room. It felt good...yet almost like a sin to do this. His wings were not the wonderful white they had been in heaven. They had been torn slightly and now were cursed a black that made the night envious.
He laid his head back, closing his eyes, enjoyign the freedom...if only for a moment.
"Happy now?" he asked his voice full of mixed emotions.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:18 pm
Micheal gave him an indecipherable glance through booze faded eyes. He lit up another cigarette and drew the smoke into his lungs slowly, enjoying the feeling of slowly killing himself. If only he'd die and get it over with. His eyes scanned the other's wings, they were torn, a little dishevled but he was sure that the other man might get a little flight out of them. At the very least, he still had them.
Micheal had hoped at first that God might have kept those little parts of him but in the end he'd realized that an omnipotent creature couldn't have that sort of sentimentality. "In fact, I feel a certain ammount of enmity toward you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:29 pm
Kira whinced slightly, stretching his wings, before foliding them behind him. He ran his hand through his hair, eying the man in front of him.
"Emnity..eh?" Kira couldn't blame him. He hated himself at times. His wings...had been a curse upon him. No longer the white of the purity of the deserving angels, he had been damned with the black on injustice and betrayl. He hated the man..the being that had cursed him
"Who..are you?" He asked, his wings disappearing into the flesh of his back, his shirt showing the rips of their exposure. He took a seat across from the man, leaning back in the chair.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:51 pm
in the nite, rion was walking home solitudely and boredly as he didnt have naything to do at the moment. "man my social life sucks." he sighed softly as the 'kistune' hat he wore helped sheild his ears to be like sewn on ones and his baggy pants assisted in hiding his slightly bushy tail. for a few minutes, he trialed on wheather or not to go o something else, after all, it was a city.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:45 pm
Fiore woke up and lay curled up, sniffling slightly. he shook as he waited for the pain and fear from his dream to fade, wishing he wasnt alone
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