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 Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:52 pm
Micheal growled and took a deep breath, blowing smoke in a thin stream through the relatively clean air. A nearly transparent smoke stain on the roof was testimate to the tradition his smoking there must be. "You must have been here for a while, you're almost as dim as a human."
He sighed as the nicotine calmed his blood just a little bit more. "I'm like you, little bit worse off I suppose." He frowned, feeling suddenly annoyed. "Stop looking so damned, you're ruining the atmosphere. It's killing my smoke."
((Back in a bit))
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 8:03 pm
Kira shook his head. "How in the hell can you stand being here?"
He stood and raised his voice. "I hate this place...this planet..the people here."
He let his passion out in his words, fists balled at his sides.
"You act like the alcohol...whatever..makes it alright." He walked closer to the man.
"You're just almost way to damn smug for someone stuck here."
He got bold and pulled the cigerette away from the man, putting it out. "I might be killing your smoke...but its killing me."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:38 am
"None of it makes it right, it only distracts from the pain." Micheal said, calmly lighting another cigarette with a silver lighter cupped in his palm. "There's something you're missing, you won't be able to enjoy the full extent of your punishment until you understand it."
He smiled, an empty tight-lipped little thing that implied more disgust than mirth and took the first drag from his new cigarette. "Thing that you're not realizin' is, we're all here because we did somethin' we shouldn'a and in every single case...we completely deserve it."
He chuckled. "See, you're walkin' around like you've got somethin' t'be angry about when really, the only one that you can feel any animosity toward is yourself. You really think God is capable of hating you? More than that, since I'm guessin' you've built up a big ol' ball of hate, kiddo, do you think he cares enough to hate you? It's a big damned universe t'be lookin' after and humans are more trouble'n all the angels in Heaven. God isn't petty, he doesn't feel anything toward you but benevolence."
Smoke floated up to the ceiling once again as he let out a long sigh. "The thing you're missing is that, He's right. Everything we're living through is what we deserve, He isn't capable of petty resentment. He isn't a petulant child. We're the children, whining and crying into His ear and like a parent when we've been bad, He sits us in a corner to think about what we've done. I know you're pissed off, I know you hate yourself, you hate Him, and you hate me for saying all this but the fact is you did something wrong and you've gotta think about it."
He grinned, flicking ash into a tray and turning the stereo off. He sat up, his elbows resting on his knees as he slapped a lop-sided grin on his face. "And remember...you were at the bar before I was."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:48 am
Kira watched this man before him, his face going dark for a few moments. How does he know how I feel?...Why should I care...
Kira shook his head, running his hand back through his hair. He didn't hate God..he couldn't. He still loved him....even if a little somewhere in the pieces of his shattered heart. He closed his eyes and for a split second he could see his lover's face..here his voice and see the beauty of heaven.
"We deserve this plane of existence? Why didn't he just kill us..." Kira muttered. He then figured something out and turned to stare at the man...Angel. "You're wings....what was your punishment?" He shook his head. "That's how you're able to blend in so well..." He turned and sat down resting his head on the back of the chair.
"I was in the bar first...and that makes a difference?" Kira asked, surprised at the change in the man before him. He chuckled softly.
"You ordered more to drink then I did.." he replied, hoping to figure out the man's meaning
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:49 am
Shiver, cry, curled up-ness
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:31 pm
[I think my role in this RP has vanished. Well If nothing happens for a while.. I'll um.. 're-enter' the rp. Is that all right with everyone?]
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 2:03 pm
"Well, you accuse me of using alcohol to make things right I say you were the one trying to get drunk first. I'm just more profficient than you." Micheal said, cigarette bouncing on his lips. Slowly, he stood and removed the black silk shirt, revealing dark-fleshed scars that stretched from his neck and shoulders down to the lower portions of his back.
"No wings, no peace, no alcohol or music or love strong enough, loud enough, or beautiful enough to kill the pain. And knowing incontestably that everything I've recieved is fair." He sat back down, his shirt an inky silk puddle on the rug and his scars gleaming sickly in the lamplight. "Killing us would be too easy, we wouldn't feel anything afterward, we wouldn't care later on what we'd done. When you're killed in Heaven, where do you go? You simply stop existing and there's no pain in that. We deserve this, we all deserve this because we took for granted what we had and either tried to take something more or we...meddled in something we shouldn't have. We were immortal, we were powerful, this existance is the best punishment anyone could have come up with. You may be thinkin', if I die here I'll be free, I'll go to Hell and that's gotta be better'n this. And I think you'd be right. Thing about the devil kid, is that God made him too, you think there's anything one of us--a former angel--can come up with that would be worse than this?"
He sighed, his cigarette nothing but a bit of ash connected to a filter, "My name's Micheal." He tossed the little nub into an ash tray and stretched his arm back to rest under his head, "I can't see how it'd hurt, you knowin', now... Whatcha do? T'get here, I mean."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 4:22 pm
Kira watched the man in front of him. He sighed at the scars, and shook his head. "What a punishment..." he murmered quietly. He felt a sick awe at the back of his throat and mind.
"Micheal..." He said the name, pushing it between his lips like a drink...or maybe even a kiss...once its over you won't get the chance to try again. He ran his hands through his hair and then pulled his shirt off, looking at the holes in the back of it. He threw it behind him on the back of the chair.
Kira thought for a moment. "I'm Kira..." he told the man. "I was...thrown out.." he sighed, "loving another man. Not only...a man but someone higher in the rankings of heaven than I was." He looked at Micheal, waiting for that blow of hatred all the others had given him. He was used to it, but he made his gaze blank, his face betraying none of his thoughts.
"Why were you thrown out?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:05 pm
Micheal laughed at the pitying look the other man gave his scars. He realized something that he didn't think Kira had yet. It wasn't loving the other man that had gotten him cast from Heaven, it was loving him selfishly. "Almost the same thing that you did, although, I've never actually fallen in love."
He propped one leg up on the edge of the couch, "What? Don't give me that look, hell, I was pickin' you up in that bar remember? As if I have any right to think less of you, you've been human too long, you've forgotten that it's no man's place to judge."
He tipped the bottle of bourbon back, taking a long drink. "I did something stupid, something extreme...I was a child, just trying to get more attention than anyone else. I've got what a human would consider a brother still up there, he's perfect. Everything an angel should be, I loved him for it but hated that God favored him. So when I saw the same conflict here on earth, I encouraged something to happen that I knew my love for Gabriel would always keep me from."
He gave a little self-loathing smile. "I told Cain to kill Able...he didn't even understand what his actions would do, it was a foreign concept to him but I told him...'take your club and strike your brother, then you will be the one under God's sight.' I told him the truth, nothing was a lie, I just didn't tell him that human heads crushed as easilly as the sickly sheep and pigs he'd offered in place of his brother's righteous sacrifice. I never realized how much trouble I'd cause until it was too late."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:17 pm
Kira shook his head. "Does sound serious." He sat back in the chair, crossing his legs. "You must know who my lover was..then. He was one of the four...Uriel..." He looked down at his hand and followed the shapes of his fingers, his mind running wild.
"You told one of the most precious to God...to kill another...I see why you were punished...though not so harshly." He looked up and reached out for the bottle. He watched Micheal in front of him with curious eyes.
"I don't understand alot of this...planet. They kill, slaughter...and yet love. Their punishment is nothing compared to those of us....who have become what are known now as lucifers."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:30 pm
"I'm just human, no residual power, no wings, only pain and scars. I've got nuthin.'" He laughed, handing Kira the bottle. Uriel, he'd been one of God's most beautiful, he'd known him but only in passing. Gabriel had probably known him more intimately though, apparently, not as intimately as Kira had.
"I'm no Lucifer, I'm just like them. I suppose, I understand them...I think that's part of my punishment. I understand the pain they live with every day, I understand the way the feel useless and weak in a world where the powerful only grow more powerful and the weak stay on the bottom where they've always been. We were immortal, might still be, they've never known the luxury. Their lives are short and violent because they have to cram every experience into a span of just sixty t'eighty years. When you've got that much going on, some emotions jumble together. Love that is as much rage as it is gentleness. Hating to comfort yourself...they don't even see their lives as punishment, it's just their lives."
Micheal suddenly wished he hadn't handed the bottle to the other man, "I think, part of our punishment is to...feel like them. To live like them, they've got what we see as horrible disgusting lives but their happy with them...I think...somehow, we've got to learn to be happy. So, I drink, I smoke, I listen to loud music, I pick up beautiful men in bars hoping that one day I'll find someone or something that actually makes me happy. If I find that...I might get back to Heaven."
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:50 pm
Kira stared at the bottle in his hand as if considering whether or not to drink it. He sighed and took a large drink, tilting back his head. He got a large swallow and leaned forward, wipping his mouth. He stood and paced a few steps, sorting out his thoughts. After a few moments he walked over to Micheal and handed the bottle to him.
He sat down checking Micheal out. he moved his eyes down the man's chest, staring at the scars. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his legs. "I don't get it. I've been here...quite a while and still can't get used to it. The drink...the food...even some of the music is wonderful..."
He laid his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. "But...I just feel like I pass...ya know?" He nodded to himself. "I just...don't understand how we can be asked...if not forced to give ourselves to this world. I was not a high ranking....like you were ...I was just a soldier..but..."he left off, running through his thoughts.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 1:15 am
Micheal shook his head, stretching his body out on the couch. He wasn't unaware of the other man's eyes on his body but he accepted it as easilly as he did breathing, it was just something that was going to happen. They both needed it, they both needed someone to cling to, just for a little bit.
"A higher rank doesn't mean much, it just means that you were made first. I was often jealous of those like you, I suppose jealousy is my biggest fault...your lives were so simple, you had your own existance, you could fall in love and enjoy Heaven as it truly was. Gabriel and were often forced to visit this earth to interfere with human affairs. I guess that's why it was a little easier for me to blend in, I knew about them from the beginning."
He barked a short, humorless laugh, "I hated it. Every moment, humans made my skin crawl. There was something horrible about them that I just didn't understand and now I know what it was...I was in Heaven, I never felt pain, I always felt God's presence, His love, I was perfect and I was happy and...they weren't. I didn't realize until I was one of them that despite all that...they were happier than I ever was."
He looked like he was ready to light another cigarette but was resisting for the time being. He looked over at Kira, his dark hazel eyes seeing him without truly seeing. "I'm trying to learn how they do it, how a man born into poverty, grown in poverty and then fed nothing but horrible events can fall in love and feel absolutely happy even in his squalor. I've got an elegant apartment, a beautiful car, I pick up beautiful men and eat exquisite food but I suppose I'm going to have to fall in love with someone before I truly understand."
He sighed, "I know I will, I believe it's part of God's plan so..." He smirked at the man and his expression was unreadable as to whether he was being serious or not. "Wanna give it a shot?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 8:48 am
Kira opened one eye and arched his brow. "You...are an odd one."
He sat up and stretched looking down the line of Micheal's body. "Love..?" He gave a mix between a snort and a laugh and shook his head.
"You don't pick men up at the bar...for a chance at love."
He leaned back, closing his eyes again. He smiled and touched a piece of Micheal, just...craving a feel of the other man. He sighed softly and smiled. "I'm tired of this planet...these humans." He waved his hand as emphasis.
"Love...even when forced...can be a part of heaven."
He sat back up and looked over at the man on the couch. "We could...try and see if we could find that little piece of heaven."
He registered a few thoughts in his head and chuckled. "Jealous? You were jealous of us of low rank? We were nothing but toys to you...the hands of God."
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