Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 9 - 3/4 | DATE: December 29th, 2015 | LOCATION: School Zoey looked away from Freddie after he asked. Maybe he shouldn't have pried, but it was important to find out what happened to her. She put her hand up to her eye patch. Were the memories of what happened that painful? Did she really block it all out? Did he do this to her? He would never forgive him if he was the one who messed her up. She just kept staring at the sidewalk. The thought that this was a bad idea was now drilling its way into his head. "Please don't be mad at dad." She finally spoke up after a long silence. "It's not his fault..." Well... if she says so. Still, it couldn't have been just an accident. Something must have physically happened between her and someone else. The step mom? Maybe. It certainly is a possibility. "Are you sure you want to know?" "Well, you can tell me in your own time. You don't have to tell me now, right now, what's important is that we found each other." Freddie placed his hand on her shoulder to reassure her. He wanted her to be comfortable, and he wanted her to tell him when she was ready to. There was no point in forcing it out of her. That is just a cruel thing to do.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 9 - 3/4 | DATE: December 29th, 2015 | LOCATION: School The sobbing girl had hugged him back, resting her head on his shoulder. It was great that they had been reunited. After all, it had been many, many years since they had last seen each other. The last time they were physically together was before the divorce. Such a long time, but now they were together. Although, he did want to know why she was wearing the eye patch. Something must've happened that is making her wear that damn thing. The question is, what? "I'm glad I found you," he could hear her quietly say it as she calmed down. Freddie was glad that they had found each other, too. He found her just by chance in that gas station, after having been reminded of her existence earlier that day. "How did you get in the same school as me?" She asked as she giggled. Zoey pulled away a little bit and wiped away the tears. "I mean, wow. This is kind of weird, huh? Yesterday I didn't even think I had a brother. But this morning... Just.... wow." "Yeah, it is crazy. I had just thought of you yesterday before I went to the gas station, and then poof! There you were." Sometimes the strangest things can happen just like that. Everything had happened in the span of a day. Less than that if you want to get technical about it. It's incredible. Though he did wonder. "Hey, maybe this isn't the best time. But what happened to your eye?"
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 9 - 2/4 | DATE: December 29th, 2015 | LOCATION: School The girl jumped when she heard his voice. "You scared me," she said as she held her hand over her heart, a slight smile on her face. However, that smile quickly faded as she looked at him. "I do have a lot on my mind..." She took a deep breathe as she reached into her pocket. Zoey pulled out a photograph, though she didn't immediately show it to him. Her hand was shaking, but after calming herself a little bit, she showed him the picture. It was a picture of him and Zoey when they were a lot younger. "Are... Are you my brother? Freddie?" Freddie sighed, "Yeah... I am." She looked intently at him. "I'm so sorry," she whispered as she gulped for more air. "I'm so sorry... that I... I forgot about you. I'm sorry I haven't written a letter to you in years... I'm... sorry..." Freddie quickly wrapped his arms around her and gave her a firm hug. "Shh, shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay. I don't blame you. It's all okay."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Small Restaurant "Seventeen," She took a sip of her coffee. Talk about jail bait. "You?" Before he could tell her how old she was, little Red stepped into the eatery. Her entrance was signaled by a little chime. Oh great. He briefly wondered what she was gonna say as she approached them. "There is no repentance for the angels after their fall, just as there is no repentance for men after death." Well, way to kill the mood, Red. I was trying to have a nice conversation and you fuck it up. Nice, real nice. He crossed his legs as he leaned back, scoffing as he did. "Basically, we're not allowed to go back to Paradise no matter what our actions. Which is why I'm not forcing anyone to help. You all have a choice and if you don't want to join, you're more than welcome to go home." There was a bit of reluctance in her voice as she spoke the last bit. "Do I look like I have a choice, Red?" Hay Sun spoke as soon as Red finished speaking. "I'm in Mexico , for fuck's sake, and I don't think Pretty Boy would let me go back home even if I wanted to." Hmm, did Chicken Wings visit her too? "Don't get me wrong, I'm not on board with your ANGEL-OPs shit, but if you want me to even consider it, you've gotta throw me a bone or something. Prove that we're -" The girl quickly pointed between herself and Sam. "- actually not humans, or whatever. Having seen Pretty Boy do his wing-jig might have been something, but it wasn't enough." Well, certainly sounds like it. "Well, that certainly a mouthful. I'll tell you the same thing I said last night: I'll tag along, but only as long as you entertain me. The moment I lose interest in you and your merry band of angels, I'm out." And I'll be taking Whitey with me He finished off the last of his food and took a sip of his drink after he spoke. "... I should try and call Cassandra Hansen," After all of that, the little lady spoke up again. "Where are we supposed to be going, anyway?" He was curious as to what their next move would be. Oh, and he had to make sure to get the Obsidian Knife from the car. That was important for his job. "Yes, Red. Do tell us where we're supposed to go next."
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 9 - 2/4 | DATE: December 29th, 2015 | LOCATION: Home ==> School Freddie sat up in his bed. It was pretty cold for the morning. "Mornin' Aria." He got out of his bed and trudged down to the kitchen and raided his fridge for some breakfast. After looking at what was in it, he just grabbed a cold Reuben sandwich from a local sandwich shop and a bottle of water. He went back into his room and started to eat it as he changed his clothes. One bite, arm through the sleeve, another bite, other arm through the other sleeve, another bite, head through the opening at the top. This continued for the rest of the clothes he put on. After fully putting on his clothes, he had already gotten through half of his sandwich. He plopped himself into his computer chair and continued to eat. After finishing his breakfast, he grabbed his keys and his bag and went to his car. He tossed his bag into the passenger's seat and started the engine. After checking the time on his phone, he drove off to the school. As he drove to the school, he started to hum the melody to Don't Fear the Reaper. He parked his car in the school parking lot and stepped out. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he walked towards the building. As he walked, he noticed Zoey sitting on a bench. She looked a little out of it. He walked over towards her and sat down next to her. "Hey there, something the matter? Looks like you've got a lot on your mind." He wondered if she knew now. It was certainly possible, if she got curious and asked her dad about it. Well, let's find out why she looks so out of it today before we jump to conclusions.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Small Restaurant "Hay Sun. My mom was Korean... Some of my friends like to call me Mickey, if that's easier for you" Hay Sun. That's a weird name, but whatever. People can name their kids whatever they hell they want to. The food was set after she said that. He started eating as she talked. "From France, yes. Angel Airlines brought me here," She answered with a sarcastic tone in her voice. "On some mission to 'save the world' or whatever that noise is." Sam scoffed when she said 'to save the world'. She looked out of the window of the little eatery they were in. Probably at the motel that they had stayed in. The little lady muttered something to herself before turning her attention back to Sam. "Your name? Or maybe they gave you a nickname in the pit?" He swallowed the food he had in his mouth and chuckled. "Well, the name's Samuel. Though in the pit, they just called me a maniac and shit like that. Well, sending people to the hospital on a regular basis seems to earn you that name in there." Sam took another bite out of his food. He kept looking at her and got curious. "Say, how old are you anyways?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Small Restaurant "It's more like what you want, Paco." She answered curtly, "Wanna keep that pretty tongue of yours? I'm sure you do. Stop calling me sweetheart." Sam chuckled at her threat. "Alright, alright, I'll stop calling you that." Afterwards, he ordered for the both of them. As they waited, the girl adjusted herself in her seat. He leaned back in his seat, the same as the little lady did. "So what's little Red calling you?" She seemed to be curious as to who he was. "Well, besides whatever your name is. Something Latin, or from the Bible." "Well, if you must know, little Red has taken to calling me Abaddon. Not that I care much for it. I don't even know who the hell that is." She still seemed to be curious about something else. Whatever it was, he hoped she'd spit it out already. "Where're you from, anyway?" Well, that was a stupid question. Asking the Mexican where he's from, while sitting in a little restaurant in Mexico. That's rich, that's real rich. "Well, if you couldn't tell from the accent, I was born here in Mexico. I take it from your accent that you're from France. Although you look like you could be from somewhere in Asia." He took a sip of the drink that sat in front of him. "Well, since you've been asking me so many questions, little lady, why don't I ask you some? What's your name? You haven't introduced yourself since we met."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Near Motel The little lady took out her pocket knife and pointed it straight at Sam. "I won't hesitate to slice your dick off, Paco." He began to laugh as he mockingly held his hands up in surrender. "Well, aren't we the fiesty one, Sweetheart." This was rich. A woman holding a knife to him. In the prison, he had been confronted by several guys who pulled shanks on him and he beat the living shit out of each one of them without a scratch on him. If he had to, taking her down would be a cinch for Sam. Especially if it was true that out of all of them, he was the strongest. All of a sudden, Sweetheart mumbled something to herself in French. She looked back to Sam and asked, "You hungry? I'm gonna get breakfast." The little lady closed her pocket knife and put it away. Heh, fickle woman... She made her way over to a small restaurant. "You can speak Spanish, can't you? So you're coming with me anyway so you can translate. Or whatever." Sam chuckled as he followed her. He was a little worried that someone might recognize him in the small eatery, but whatever. She offered breakfast, so he was all for it. He was a little tight on cash, so he might have to swipe someone's wallet to pad his a little more. He sat with the little lady as she looked over the menu, translating for her as necessary. When someone passed by, he quickly slipped their wallets out of their pocket and checked how much was in it. Close to 700 pesos, not bad. He chucked the wallet and took out his own and placed the money inside. "So, what do you want, Sweetheart?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 9 - 1/5 | DATE: September 30th, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Near Motel Spoiler: 1000 Years of Nightmares It was a snowy day, the sky filled with dark clouds and barely any sunlight coming through them. You couldn't tell if it was day or night. There were some chain link fences that surrounded the area and rundown buildings confined within them. It didn't seem like too many people lived in this place. For the most part, the pathways in between the buildings were empty. No sign of people living in those buildings. A middle aged man was running through the empty pathways. Trying to get away from a group of people equipped with guns. The man was holding his side, blood stained his hand as he did. He kept running, trying to find some place to hide from them. Any place would do. Even in a deserted place like this, anything was better than facing them head on. His breathe was ragged, it visibly streamed out of his mouth in the freezing weather. After seemingly finding a spot to hide, he rested against a nearby wall and inspected his hand. Sure enough, it was completely red, the same as his side. Soon after, the group of men surrounded him, pointing their rifles at him. There was no way out of there, every way out of there was blocked. They were yelling something at him, something that couldn't quite be made out. It was probably something in another language. As the yelling continued, the man forced himself to stand on his own. Slowly, he started to laugh. He just laughed, and laughed. Eventually, the yelling stopped and the only sound that could be heard was his raucous laughter. His laughter was soon overpowered by the sound of bullets firing at a rapid rate... There was a tapping at the window. "Oy, Paco," Sam pulled his hat off to see an Asian-looking woman outside of the car. He gazed at her in a slight daze. "Care to share what you know about little Red and her god squad?" What the hell, what kind of question is that to ask in the morning? And what's with the French accent? Sam got out of the car and stretched a little bit. He scratched his head a little bit before putting his sombrero back on. "Can't say I know that much about them, Sweetheart. All I know is that we're fallen angels, and that we have to somehow regain our power. Not that I care about that bullshit anyhow." It was true, he couldn't care less about that stuff even if he tried. And besides, it's not like he actually intended to fight for the sake of humanity. All he wanted to do was fight. Get his fix. Feel the rush of having an exhilarating fight. Things of that nature. He looked to the girl standing across from him on the other side of the car. She was very easy on the eyes. Her complexion made her look somewhat out of place in Mexico, but she was a looker nonetheless. "I gotta say, Sweetheart, you look good." He smirked as he continued inspecting her.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 8 - 6/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Near Motel Hana had offered them a place to stay, but he passed. Sam felt more comfortable sleeping in his car. Plus, he couldn't have her stumbling over his picture or the knife if he slept in that room. No, no, no. That wasn't the smart thing to do. He went back to his, I mean, the stolen car and opened it back up. Well, Whitey must've been in that motel room. That's good. Now then... All I have to do is find an opportunity to strike. AFTER I get my fill from these guys. And figure out how to get Whitey to Chicken Wings. Huh... That's umm... I hadn't thought about that yet... Samuel pulled out the knife that he kept on him and placed it into the glove compartment of the car along with the pictures of Hana and Whitey. He sighed and went to the back of the car and lay down across the seat. The day was pretty eventful all things considered, and he was a little worn out. All of that waiting made him sleepy. He soon nodded off with his sombrero on top of his face. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 8 - 6/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Motel Room Hana came back in and waved to the two of them. She was so happy she came back, but she seemed to be exhausted. Hana had prepared some food for the three of them to eat. Joslyn was pretty hungry, so she enjoyed her sandwich very much. It was good. Very good. After eating, Hana went to take a shower. Joslyn went to the bed to get ready for sleep. She nervously said good night to Hay Sun and went to sleep. Sometime later, she noticed that Hana had climbed into bed with her.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 8 - 6/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Motel Joslyn had spent the day waiting in the motel for Hana to come back. There wasn't much she could do about it, after all, she had important business to attend to. So she sat in her bed, hugging her knees as she watched TV. Nothing major happened other than Victor and Tessa continually commenting on what was going on on the TV. Suddenly, someone came into the room. She initially thought it was Hana coming back when she heard the door opening, but was completely surprised to see a total stranger open the door. What's more, the stranger was dressed in a sweater. "Who the hell does this bitch think she is, coming in here like this?" "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~ This one is quite the loooooooooookeeeeeeeeeer~" "Shut your mouth, pervy little monkey!" "Noooooooooooot~ 'til you shut your little whore faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace~!" "Guuuuys~. Not now." The strange girl was looking at her, almost like she was inspecting her or something. "Bonjour, Blanc." Huh? What did she say? Was she saying hello? "Name's Hay Sun. Nice to meet you. Or whatever." She had some kind of accent that made it a little difficult to understand what she was saying. Though it took a little while, she did manage to figure out what she said. Hay Sun took a seat on the bed. "O-oh. N-n-nice to meet you... M-my name is Jo-Jo-Joslyn." "Whoa, hey, hey, hey, whoa, hey! Don't act so buddy-buddy with this stupid bitch, throttle her! Or hit her over the head with something in this room! Don't just let her sit there!" "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooow~ let's not be too hasty heeeeeeeeeeeerrrrreeeeeeeeee~." It sounded like Victor was licking his lips. "Please stop you guys." "See? Look at this, you're grossing her out!" Joslyn pressed her face to knees as the bickering continued.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 8 - 6/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: In front of a church in a Mexican Village "You keep answering with questions. I'm no fool." Of course you aren't. I've had to carefully consider my words from the beginning because you aren't a fool. Not that he'd ever outwardly say that. She stood up and motioned for him and the other guy to follow her. Well, this nut job really is an angel. How about that? "We're leaving Mexico tomorrow morning." She turned to talk to the other guy that followed. "Are you coming with us? There is a lot to do in order to prevent this impending war." War, huh? Well, this will definitely be fun, regardless of what happens. "I must, to protect you and everyone else." That was rich. Nut job is going to help them. Hana briefly looked at Sam before looking down to the ground. "You're not one to be trusted," He knew that was directed at him. She was smart not to trust him, because he was a man of his word, and Sam will make sure he holds up his end of the bargain. "But I need your help. We all need your help, being one of the most powerful out of us all." Hmm... The most powerful out of them all, huh? This little bit of knowledge will make it a lot easier to finish his job. She stopped in front of a motel and turned back to face the two. "I will protect the humans, even if I have to do it myself." Hana was serious about this, her look was strong and dedicated. There wasn't a sliver of doubt in her voice as she spoke. Sam started to laugh hysterically at what she had just said. Protect the humans, huh? The good for nothing low-lives that made his life a living hell for the first several years of his life? Those worthless cretins don't deserve protecting and she wants to give it to them? That's rich. After calming down from his little outburst, he stood up straight and jammed his left hand into his pocket. "That's cute. You want to protect them, huh? Alright then, I'll tag along. And not because you want to protect them, but because you amuse me. I want to see how long that dedication of yours holds up." And then, when the entertainment value is all gone, I'll kill you.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 8 - 6/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Sitting in front of a church in a Mexican Village "Hana," She said to him softly. "You on the other hand did not argue over me calling you Abaddon. You already know." She took a seat next to him on the bench, stretching out her legs. "Who has been to see you?"[color] Hana didn't even bother to look at him as she asked that question. She just looked at her feet. Shit, what do I say? Sam hadn't taken into account that she'd call him by his angel name. He quickly considered his options to see which answer would be best. Okay, if I tell her about Chicken Wings, she'll most likely assume that he's the one who got me out of prison and that he asked me to join them or something like that. If I don't tell her about it and play dumb, she could think I'm lying since I didn't object to her calling me by that name. Hmm, wait. I think I can wiggle my way out of this one. Sam chuckled a little bit, "Well, aside from you calling me that weird name, it was obvious that you were talking to me. I mean, you did ask how I got out of prison. I don't see many people on this bench who just recently got out of prison other than me, do you?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 8 - 6/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: Sitting in front of church in a Mexican Village The guy from earlier was sitting next to him. How annoying, this guy must be messing with me. Still... that comment is suspicious. Maybe he's one of the fallen angels. No way, some nut job like him? Get real. Sam continued sitting there, looking down as he remained deep in thought. Man... It may take me a while before I have a clean opportunity to hold up my end of the bargain. Oh well, I'll make Chicken Wings wait for as long as I want. After all, I'm the one doing the dirty work. "Abaddon," Her voice was firm as she stood in front of him. She had her shawl around her shoulders as she looked directly at Sam. "How did you get out of prison?" Man, she was really beautiful in person. Pictures really don't do her justice. Well, what would he tell her about getting out of prison? He obviously couldn't tell her some other angel came and recruited him. That's too stupid. And he definitely couldn't tell her about the deal. So what to say? Samuel looked up at her and smirked, "You knw, normally, when you want to strike up a conversation with someone, you introduce yourself before asking questions, señora." He adjusted his hat as he looked up at her. That bought him a little more time to think.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 8 - 4/4 | DATE: December 28th, 2015 | LOCATION: Zoey's House ==> Home "Finally I get a name out of you!" Zoey laughed and smiled as she said that. "Well, thanks a lot Freddie for the ride. Guess I'll see you around at school? Maybe we can hang out or something." "Yeah, definitely." Freddie forced a smile, since he knew that asshole was taking care of her. Not to mention that she was wearing an eyepatch, and probably not as a fashion statement. He waved back to her as she walked to her house. As soon as he saw that she was inside, he drove off. Thanks to his mental notes, he found his way back in no time. Now he was on his way home. Minus dinner. Dammit. He drove by a McDonald's that was close by and grabbed something quick to eat. After getting home, with his dinner in hand, he sat down in front of his TV and scarfed down his burger and his fries. He had no idea how to handle this situation. How would he tell her that he was her older brother? Should he tell his mother that he found her by chance? He had no idea. It was a pain to have to deal with all of this, but it may be worth it in the long run. We'll just have to wait and see. After finishing his meal, he sipped at his drink as he cleaned up his mess and changed into his pajamas. He turned on the TV in his room and flipped through the channels. He decided to just leave it on the Science Channel, since that would probably put him to sleep anyway. After finishing up the last off his drink, he brushed his teeth and settled himself underneath his sheets. With the lights in his house off, he set the timer on his TV and quickly fell asleep to a lecture that droned on from the TV.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 8 - 4/4 | DATE: December 28th, 2015 | LOCATION: Gas Station ==> Zoey's House After a long bit of silence between the two, Zoey finally answered, "That would be nice, if you wouldn't mind. I mean, I can pay for the gas money and stuff..." She held the door open as he walked to the entrance. As he continued walking to his car, Zoey followed after. "Thanks for the offer, it's really nice of you. I live over at Owens Court. Do you know where that is?" "Hmm... No, I don't think I've been around that area. But, you know your way there, right?" She nodded and they began driving. Zoey directed him along the way as he made mental notes of what was around this area so that he could remember how to get here again. Just in case he needed to come back to that area. After about 20 minutes and 13 "Is this your house?"s later, they finally arrived at Zoey's house. "Well, that took a little longer than I thought, but we're here." After saying this, he noticed a man in the window of the house. A man that was familiar to him. It was certain, the girl that was sitting in his passenger's seat was his little sister. What the hell happened? How'd she get the eyepatch? He was tempted to storm into the house and confront his scumbag of a father, but he had to keep his cool. She didn't know yet, and he wasn't quite sure how to tell her. Well, he could tell her in his own time. "Oh, I don't think I mentioned my name to you. My name's Freddie."
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 8 - 4/4 | DATE: September 28th, 2015 | LOCATION: Gas Station "No... I didn't see you at the party. I don't think I saw you at school either..." Freddie could tell from her expression that she was uncomfortable. It was probably a really bad idea to bring up the party, but still, he had to say where she could've seen him. "Um, well, I gotta head off before it gets too dark... Nice to meet you?" "Yeah..." Was she gonna walk home? In this freezing weather? Even with the hot chocolate, she shouldn't probably be doing that. After she finished paying for her stuff, he went to pay for the gas and his drink. It took quite a chunk out of what he had, but it was fine. As she went out the door, he went up to her, "Hey, hold up a sec. Are you seriously going to walk in this freezing weather? I mean, do you need a ride? I could give you one." While he did genuinely want to bring her home, there was another reason he wanted to take her to her house. Despite the cold weather, he was sweating bullets. It was crazy that he offered a stranger a ride home. Granted, this person could potentially be his little sister, but still. The act was crazy given the circumstances.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 8 - 4/4 | DATE: December 28th, 2015 | LOCATION: Gas Station "Yeah, I'm extra number four. Well, that's not my name, but you know what I mean." Ms. Eyepatch started to giggle from her little joke, taking another sip from her hot chocolate. "Name's Zoey." There was silence after she said her name. Zoey? Ahah... Wow... What a coincidence. I mean, it must be just a coincidence that I find old letters from my little sister and then I meet another girl with the same name as her. It's just a coincidence. She couldn't be his little sister, there's just no way. I mean... She's... She's got an eye patch... That would mean something happened to her while he wasn't there... The thought that she was hurt and he couldn't protect her made him sick to his stomach. He took a sip of his drink to calm himself down. Freddie was merely reading too much into this. People can have the same names. Zoey looked up at him, and then asked, "Have we, um, met before? Sorry, I'm kind of bad with names and faces. Takes me a while to remember them." Well, he was at the party so she probably saw him there. He didn't expect her to remember him exactly though, given what happened. "Yeah, I um... I was at the after party... So you probably saw me there..." It was awkward bringing up the party again. He scratched the back of his head. The doubt that she'd remember him after an event like that grew as the silence lingered a little bit. He kept inspecting her face, over and over again. Man, could she really be?
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 8 - 4/4 | DATE: December 28th, 2015 | LOCATION: Home ==> Gas Station After standing around, reminiscing about his childhood, he put the stuff back in the box and shoved it into the closet once more. I wonder how she's doing? I haven't heard from her in such a long time... After finishing up the last of cleaning his room, he sat down and wondered what to do. It was about time for dinner, so maybe he could pick something up to eat. Well, he needed to put more gas into his car anyways, so maybe some dinner from the gas station would be good. Freddie put on a thick grey coat and went into his car. Despite the coat, his hands we're already starting to numb from the cold. Man, maybe he should get something warm from the gas station while he's there. That would be good, just to warm him up. If there was anything more substantial to eat other than chips, he would be sure to pick it up for dinner. He turned over the engine and headed towards the gas station. He pulled up to one of the pump stations and turned off the engine. A quick look at the gas gauge told him that it was almost empty. Good thing it didn't run out on him halfway to the gas station. Being stuck in the cold while waiting for a tow truck was not fun at all. Freddie looked up and checked which station number he was at. 2. Alright then. He started to pump the gas into his car and watched the little numbers in the meter in front of him rose and rose and rose. 10. 20. 30. 40. 50. 56. To fill up his tank almost all the way was almost $60. Ugh, well at least he was using the cheap stuff. After pumping the gas and placing the pump back into the holder, he went into the store to pay for it as well as some extra stuff. There was almost no one in the store, save for a girl standing in the back near the hot chocolate dispenser. The owner wasn't in sight. Probably in the back or the bathroom or something like that. Oh well, more time for him to look for food. First things first, though. Hot chocolate sounded like a great thing for the freezing weather outside. He made his way to the back where the dispenser was and got himself a large cup of the stuff. The smell was already good, and the warmth he felt through the cup was soothing. He looked at the girl who had gotten herself a cup of the same, and immediately noticed the eye patch. Whoa. Oh, wait a minute... this girl was in the play, wasn't she? Freddie cleared his throat after taking a sip of his drink, "You're one of the students at Fortissimo, right? You were in the play they did."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 8 - 4/5 | DATE: September 29th, 2013, Sunday | LOCATION: A church in a Mexican Village "Buenos dias, senior. It's been a while since we've seen each other, Samuel. Do you remember me?" Who is this clown? Sam wasn't surprised that he knew his name. After all, he was pretty sure that his name had been broadcast all over the Americas by now. But, remember him? He'd never met this guy before. Sam simply scoffed. "Alright, listen buddy... I don't know who you think I am, but I've never met you before." He brushed off his question and kept walking past him to the front of the church. Strange one, that guy... As he got to the front of the church, he saw Red talking to some guy. Hmm... I'm guessing that guy is either a fallen angel, or he's just looking for a good time. Well, based on what Chicken Wings said, I'm pretty sure it's the first one. Aaaah. What the hell. I still need to get her to somehow bring me in to her little clique and show me where Whitey is. And then I gotta hold up my end of the bargain. Well, if she's gonna come to me, I'll just have to wait then. Sam saw some benches that were in front of the church and took a seat on one of them and kept his head low. Waiting for stuff to happen seems to be a frequent thing for him. First, he waited in jail to get out. Then, he waited for Red to even show her face. After that, he waited for a service to end, something he thought he'd never do again. And now, he was waiting for Red to talk to him. After that, he had to wait for an opportunity to arise. Man, that will not be fun. At all. Waiting and waiting and waiting. Well, all part of the bargain, I guess. He sighed.
