Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 5 - 3/4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Sophie's House After the play, Freddie had gone home to pick up somethings from his bathroom. Sophie had invited him to her house for the after party. It was nice of her to include him in the activities, all things considered. He had nothing to do with the play other than buying a ticket and watching. Whatever. It'd be fun to have a party. All he got from his bathroom was his toothbrush and some toothpaste. He definitely didn't want to bring Aria since there would be alcohol there. Freddie + Aria + Drunk People = No fun at all. Unfortunately, on his way to her house, there was massive traffic. Something had happened somewhere and it was affecting him. He sat in traffic for hours on end. It was a nightmare. Sitting there, waiting to move, even an inch. He had nothing to do since he left Aria at home. With boredom rearing its ugly head, he turned on the radio. Luckily, the station he tuned to was playing AC/DC songs the whole day. That would keep the boredom away for a while. The hours passed, and he had barely gone a couple of miles from where he was before. He started to slowly bang his head against the steering wheel of his car. Freddie looked at his watch to check the time. 12:49 already. "Aaaaaah, I am so fucking late, already. She is gonna kill me." Sophie wasn't one to tolerate people being late. He knew that for sure. Even more time had passed and the traffic had finally let up. About fucking time, too. It was almost 1:39 already. He rushed to Sophie's house as fast as he could. He didn't know for sure if there was anything he could do to make it up to her, but he sure as hell had to do something. Against all odds, Freddie finally found his way over to her house. Granted, it was a little past two already. "I am so dead." He quickly parked his car in a nearby, empty space and made his way to the door. He rang the doorbell, hoping nothing too major had happened while he was stuck in traffic. Still, he prepared himself for the worst from Sophie.
Frederick "Freddie" Anderson DAY: 4 | DATE: December 25, 2015 | LOCATION: Auditorium It was Christmas morning. Freddie had gotten out of bed in his usual sloth-like manner. He trudged through his room, which was littered with wires, comic books, and various, assorted electronics. The cold winter morning got to him, making him put on his bathrobe over his pajamas to make himself feel even warmer. Just as he was about to exit the doorway, he stopped and turned around. He looked at his prized guitar which was standing in a corner of the room. "Morning, Aria." Quickly, he went to the kitchen to make his own breakfast. Eggs sunny side up with a side of bacon and buttered toast. Nothing too fancy or extravagant. He went to his couch and plopped himself in front of his TV. Placing his plate on the small table in front of him, he turned on the television and flipped through the channels to see if anything good was on. As he expected, nothing. Nothing but Christmas specials and the like, a fact that irritated him to no end. Freddie wasn't very big on Christmas ever since he grew up. He took a couple bites of his food and changed the channel to one of the Christmas specials. It was better than eating in silence. At Fortissimo University, after purchasing his ticket from the box office, he went into the auditorium jam packed with people. He hadn't seen that many people in this auditorium before. It was pretty crazy. He looked around for some empty seats and spotted one near the aisle. Not an ideal place to sit, but it was good enough, all things considered. He sat down and pulled out the pamphlet he had been given. The Girl in Watercolors. Interesting name for a musical. He was really curious to see what it was about. He looked through the pamphlet as he waited for it to begin.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 5 - 4/5 | DATE: September 26, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: On the run in Mexico Spoiler: 1000 Years of Nightmares Once again, he was covered in his own blood. He was walking through a deserted alleyway, propping himself up against the brick wall next to him. A trail of blood visible on the wall behind him. It stung all over. His clothes were soaked red, and his face was dripping with blood. It's clear he had been in a fight, and that he had lost. He kept walking forward, towards the streets filled with people walking and cars driving past. Slowly he made his way over before finally collapsing halfway to his target. His vision blurred as blood dyed the alleyway red. As his vision faded, he could see someone come up to him. From the little he could make out, this person seemed female. She asked him if he was ok, a stupid question considering, but still, a nice gesture. He reached out and grabbed her skirt, getting a little blood on it. He tried to say something, but his lung was punctured and he coughed up some blood. You know how that impedes the oratory. She ran into the street with her phone, calling an ambulance to pick him up. However, before he could find out more about what was going on, his vision went black. Sam woke up, this time more calmly than usual. He sat himself up and looked around the room. It was a motel room, the same one he was in last night. So he really did escape from prison with that Chicken Winged jerkwad. He wondered if the news had released any information about that. Sam grabbed the remote that lay next to the Obsidian Knife and turned the TV onto the news. As soon as he saw the channel, his mugshot was flashed on screen. Yes. Yes they did. It was time for him to hightail it out of there. He went to the window and looked around, luckily he was on the first floor, so he could just jump out through the window. No one was around, so he quickly made his getaway along with his knife and the two pictures. He walked around for a little bit and looked for something he could use to cover his face. From his peripheral vision, he could see a sombrero on a wooden crate. Sam looked around to see if anyone was looking at him. Thankfully, no one was. He grabbed it and put it on, tilting his head down to conceal his face from others. This would work nicely until he found something else to cover his face with. Plus, it provided shade for him when it was sunny. He kept walking, looking for something else to take. Over by an abandoned fruit stand, he spotted a car. Since he was an escaped convict, he'd need someway to get around quickly to avoid being found by the cops. After making sure no one was looking, he broke into the car and hot wired it to get it running. He placed the sombrero on the passenger's seat and started driving. There was no where he could really go to, but he just needed to get around. Especially if people were going to be looking for him. He was sure that the news of his escape had reached the North Americas by now, so going to the border was out of the question. Sam kept driving, not really sure where he was going.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 5 - 3/5 | DATE: September 26, 2013, Thursday | LOCATION: Seedy Motel in Las Vegas, NV Joslyn let out a groan as she forced herself to sit up in the bed. It hadn't been a pleasant night, she wasn't able to fully fall asleep because both Victor and Tessa had been fighting the entire night, and it seemed like it was still going on. "I don't even know how you still exist! You're so stupid, I thought you would've somehow erased your own existence." "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah~? Well I'm surprised I'm still here as well, considering I have to keep looking at your ugly muuuuuuuuuug~!" "Don't you talk to me about looks, horseface!" "Ooooooooooooooh~, I'm sorry, Bitchfingers, it just bothers me what an uncanny resemblence you have to my fooooooooooooooooooot~!" "Skeevy asshole!" "Heeeeeeeeeeey~, your face is looking red, here's some foot creeeeeeaaaaaaaaaam~!" "I will break you in half like a toothpick, gappy!" Joslyn was tired, but she couldn't just go back to sleep in the midst of their fighting. She looked over to the other bed and noticed that it was empty. The girl that used to be there just up and vanished, it seemed. Hana was standing, watching the TV. It had a report that someone had escaped prison in Mexico. She looked shocked when the picture of the convict was flashed on screen. Was it someone she knew? "Is something wrong?"
Jonathan "Johnny" Anders DAY: 61 - 4/3 | DATE: January 29, 2013 | LOCATION: Van OOC: It's been a while, huh? Johnny had been sitting in the van, quietly listening to these people's conversation. He still needed to understand what the hell was going on. He hadn't learned much other than what Temperance had told him. From what he gleaned from the conversation going on in the car, this Crestatia person could be summoned through some process. But... Was it such a great idea to summon her at all? He had no idea who exactly this thing was, but if she was the one who set up this whole ordeal, he didn't want to find out in person. And besides, summoning her may end up backfiring on them in a major way. He didn't care much for what was going on right now though, the tiredness of the day had been catching up with him, and he wanted to just plop onto something comfortable enough to sleep on. Johnny figured he would need to stay up just little while longer though, so he put on his headphones and rifled through the playlist on his phone. He looked for something to listen to just to keep him awake. He picked a song, Rainbow in the Dark, and turned the volume all the way up. Loud music filled his ears as his tired eyes tried to stay open. He wondered if the others could hear the music playing, but he didn't care enough to find out.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 4 - 5/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Seedy Motel in Las Vegas, NV Joslyn was surprised when Hana came back with a total stranger. She was curious about who it was. Maybe another fallen angel? Regardless, there was someone else with them in the room now. She didn't know how to react. All she could do was silently watch as Hana let Melissa take her bed. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy~, hey, hey, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyy~! Whaaaaaaaaaaat~ is thiiiiiiiissssssss~?" "Oh great, there's another slut joining this little brigade of ours. YOU SHOULD THROTTLE THIS HOE!" "Tessa, no! I couldn't!" Tessa was clearly enraged by the presence of the girl. Not sure what Victor was thinking, though maybe she didn't want to know what was going on in his mind. Anyways, it was almost time to go to sleep, and since Melissa had taken Hana's bed, Joslyn would have to share her's with Hana. She felt a little awkward as she slipped under the sheets next to her. Victor started to laugh in a creepy manner. Now she really didn't want to know what was going on in his head. "Pig" "Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchfingeeeeeeeerrrrrrssssss~" The bickering continued as Joslyn tried to fall asleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 4 - 5/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Filthy Motel in Mexico City After wandering around for a bit, Sam came across a small city. A lucky break. He needed some different clothes so that no one would realize that he had escaped from Prison. He wouldn't have needed to worry about that had Chicken Wings been more useful than just getting him out. It didn't matter though, he was free. Granted, it was to kill and abduct, but he was free nonetheless. He went into the city and snuck around, making sure no one saw him. Sam found himself in an alleyway, where almost no one went to. He waited as people passed by, gauging the size of their clothing to see if it would fit him. After some time had passed, a man wearing a black dress shirt and jeans that looked to be his size passed by. Hiding behind some old wooden pallets, he called out to him. "Oye, chico! Por aquí! (Hey you! Over here!)" The man, curious as to what called him, went into the alleyway and looked around. "Sí? (Yes?)" As he looked around, Sam popped up, grabbed him, and beat him up. He repeatedly punched him in the head and a few times in the stomach. He made sure not to get his clothes too dirty. After the man passed out, he stripped him down to his undies and took his clothes, along with what was in his pocket. He made sure no one saw him as he changed out of his prison uniform. Sam looked at what he was wearing, a little bit bigger than he needed, and then proceeded to walk out of the alleyway. He had hidden the Obsidian Knife underneath his newly acquired shirt. Sam pulled out a wallet, obviously not his, and inspected the contents of it. There was enough money in it to last him a couple of days. That was good. He looked at the ID inside the wallet. Hector de la Rosa. Moron. Oh well, it was better this way. Now Sam could move around freely without attracting suspicion, at least until they start the manhunt for him. He eventually stumbled upon a filthy-looking motel to stay for the night. Despite all of the filth, it was good enough for Sam. He walked in and asked for a room. They asked him to sign a name for their records. He couldn't write his own name, so he decided to write a false name. He tried to think of one before eventually just signing Hector de la Rosa on the sign in. When he got to his room, he lay down in the bed that was so much more comfortable compared to his lumpy old mattress back in his prison cell. As he lay in his bed, he pulled out the knife and fiddled around with it, admiring the beauty of it. He placed it on the nightstand next to him and pulled out the two pictures Chicken Wings gave him. It was such a shame that he had to kill her, she was so beautiful. As he looked at the picture of the red head, he felt like he knew her already. It was odd, but the feeling that he knew her was pretty over-whelming. Same went for the white haired girl in the other picture. He sighed as he threw them next to the knife. Whatever, it didn't matter. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, the light still on in the filthy motel room.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 4 - 4/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Wooded Area 5 Miles from the Maximum Security Prison in Mexico City, Mexico The man sitting across from him reached into his dress shirt and pulled out a knife. But not just any ordinary knife, a knife with a blade as black as the ring on his finger. It shined in the light of the visitation area. Sam looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but it didn't seem like anyone saw it or cared. "I can get you out of here easily." This mystery man openly played around with the knife, as if no one around could see it. "When I do, you will have to do something for me in exchange" He set the knife down in front of Sam and pulled out two worn out pictures of a red-haired girl and a white haired one. Sam whistled when he saw the pictures of the red-haired girl and the white-haired girl as he placed them in front of him. "You have to kill her, and abduct her" The mystery man pointed to the red-haired girl first and then the white-haired girl. So, he had to kill Red Hair and take White Hair. Sounded simple enough. "I gotta say, though, it sure is a waste of beauty to kill this one. But hey, your taste in women is different than mine. A deal's a deal. Where do I-" "They will find you, I let you out of here and you are on your own. They will find you no matter what, and when they do, you must take care of them." The mystery man picked up the black-bladed knife that lay before them and used it to break the chain of the handcuffs. As he looked at his free hands, he noticed what looked like a black mist rising up around them. The visitors and other inmates began to shout as they watched the black mist rise. The mystery man grabbed Sam by the arm and when the mist cleared away, they were in a wooded area. He had no idea where they were. The only thing he knew for certain was that they were outside of the prison. It was like magic. He didn't care though, he was free. Now to hold up his end of the bargain. When Sam laid eyes on the mystery man once more, he had wings with white, black, and golden feathers. He had to stifle his laughter because he thought it looked quite ridiculous. A man was standing in front of him with what looked like over-grown chicken wings with differently colored feathers. He knelt down to cut the chains binding his feet and handed the knife and pictures over to him. "Here. Use this. The blade is made of obsidian, forged in the Underworld. It will guarantee you get the job done right." With a puff of black smoke, the winged man was gone. Flashy. He looked around, and couldn't help but laugh with all of the craziness that ensued. Despite how crazy it seemed, he really was free from that prison. Although he looked at what he was wearing and had a sudden realization. "Hey, chicken wings! If you could teleport me out of that shithole, you could've also changed my clothes!" He looked around and hoped his screaming had reached his ears, although he was sure he didn't. Sam used the Obsidian Knife to pick off the actual cuffs that stuck to his wrists and ankles. He rubbed his wrists as he wandered in a random direction, hoping to find a place to change his clothes.
❥Full Name: Frederick "Freddie" Anderson ❥Appearance: I'll add it when I finish the artwork ❥Age: 21 ❥Likes: His guitar [Her name is Aria] - Gaming [Prefers Fighting Games] - Drawing - Manga - Comics - Anime - Martial Arts - Movies - Fiction - Music [Duh] - Surfing the Internet ❥Dislikes: People touching his stuff without permission - Germs - Smudges on his Guitar - Annoying People - Being Interrupted - Incompetent People - Self-centered People ❥Weaknesses/Fears: Aria [His Guitar] Breaking - Dying - Leeches - Irrational whenever his Guitar is involved - Scatter-Brained ❥Strengths/Talents: Physically Fit - Quick Reflexes - Problem Solving - Timing things - Quickly Analyzing Situations ❥Personality: For the most part, Freddie is a laid back guy. He tends to get along with people quickly and is quick with a joke. However, whenever someone tries to do something to his guitar without his permission, such as touching it, he will get very anxious and jittery and lose his temper quickly. ❥Sexuality: Heterosexual ❥Favorite Color: Crimson ❥Instrument(s): Guitar [Left-handed] - Voice [Baritone] - Piano [Intermediate] - Drums - Electric Bass [Left-handed] ❥Crush?: Noëlle ❥Cupid's Brew?: Yes ❥Availability: Same as Brent. ❥Other: Though he writes and plays guitar and bass with his left hand, he does other things, such as throwing and playing tennis, with his right hand.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 4 - 3/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Maximum Security Prison in Mexico City, Mexico The man that sat across from Sam let out a genuine, hearty laugh. As his laughter died down, he started to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, a smile lingering on his face. "I have a proposition for you, Abaddon. It would get you free of this human prison and allow you to regain your former glory." A skeptical look came across Sam's face as he listened to this man talk. He wasn't talking in Spanish anymore, but he could still understand him. The first thing he noticed is that he didn't call him Sam, but Abaddon. He had no idea who that was, but he made it seem like they knew each other. Another thing he noticed was that referred to this place as a "human prison". He didn't know what he was going on about, but he thought that he was full of bullshit. "You're having the dreams again, aren't you? I can see it all over your face. The past lives you lived are sending you warning messages--messages you would never be able to decipher had I not come around." Sam's skeptical look changed to a serious one. He looked him straight in the eyes and tried to figure out how he knew about the dreams. Just who the hell is this guy? "I could tell you all about yourself. There are stories you only thought you knew." As he finished saying this, he leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together as he rested his elbows on the desk. He rested his chin on his knuckles, a smile still plastered across his face. Smug bastard, it looked like he was taunting him. Sam let out a small snort of derision as he adjusted himself in his seat. He placed his own hands on the table, the chain of his handcuffs resting in between his hands. "Okay, guy," Sam had responded to this mystery man with English. He had learned how to speak English from some American's he met when he was growing up. They had come over to Mexico to deal with some of the gangs that were in Mexico, including the one that Sam was in. His English was decent enough, but his accent was rather thick. "All of the bullshit aside, you're telling me that you can get me out of here, right?" That was the one thing he cared about, although he was curious about his dreams. "Tell you what, chico. You get me out of here, I'll go with whatever you've got in mind." There was some doubt in his mind about how he would get him out. Still, it was better than waiting out his sentence.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 4 - 2/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Maximum Security Prison in Mexico City, Mexico OOC: Today's Spanish was brought to you by Google Translate Spoiler: 1000 Years of Nightmares Blood was all around him. It stained the formerly brown floor a deep crimson as it spread outward. There he lay, in a pool of his own blood, still clinging to life. He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he lay there, pain filling his entire body. His clothes were completely soaked with his own blood. His face, as far as he could tell, was battered and bruised, with lumps all over it. The building he found himself in was dilapidated and falling apart. The windows were boarded up and the walls were lined with cracks. The ceiling looked ready to collapse, with dust falling on him. It was dark inside the building, with light filtering in through the cracks of the boards. However, there was a huge hole in the wall. The light that streamed in was blinding. There was something in the hole that blocked out some of the light coming in. It was a silhouette of someone. He couldn't make it out, but the silhouette was shouting something. Was that person important to him? He didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that he tried to move his arm through the sharp pain. As he tried to move, the building started to collapse, chunks of the ceiling falling around him. As he finally managed to reach out to the silhouette, he was crushed by a huge chunk of ceiling, his arm just barely reaching out from underneath. Sam woke up with a sudden jolt, his breath came out in heavy gasps. He wiped the sweat on his forehead off with his hand. Another nightmare. Another one where he ended up dead, somehow. All of these dreams made him think about the deeper meaning behind them. However, he quickly dismissed it, thinking that there was no need to worry about it anymore. Soon, two guards came by his cell. "Hey, levántate. Tienes una visita. (Hey, get up. You've got a visitor.)" "Ah, sí? ¿Quién es tu madre? (Oh? Who is it, your mother?)" "Silencio! (Quiet!)" The guards had little patience for his quips. They went in and put cuffs on him and proceeded to escort him to the visitation area. There were a few other people in the room, mostly families visiting the inmates. But this was the first time Sam had been there, since almost no one visited him. The guards pointed at a man sitting in the corner resting against the cement wall. He trudged over there, trying to think of a reason why anyone would come to see him. As he sat down, he couldn't think of any good reasons. "Así que, ¿qué quieres de mí, imbécil? (So, what do you want with me, dipshit?)"
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 4 - 2/5 | DATE: September 25, 2013, Wednesday | LOCATION: Seedy Motel in Las Vegas, NV Spoiler: 1000 Years of Dreams A little girl was running around in the park, seemingly talking to herself. Nearby, an old lady watched her as she sat at a park bench. The little girl would start playing with something on the little playground that sat in the middle in the park, and then quickly abandon it, as if directed to something else by someone. She seemed to be all over the place. The old woman looked content just to see the little girl having the time of her life. However, while the little girl played, she tripped and fell, scraping her knee. The old lady almost immediately made her way over to her, worry clear on her face. "Oh dear, are you alright, sweetie?" The little girl nodded her head, "Yeah. It's my fault. He wanted to play on the swings so I ran over. And then I tripped." "Well, aren't you a strong little one." The old lady patted the little girl on the head and took her by the hand. Joslyn opened her eyes as she lay in bed, her face buried into her pillow. She slowly lifted herself up as she rubbed her eyes. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllll~, look who's up noooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww~." "Muh-Morning Victor... Morning Tessa... Morning Hana..." She stopped rubbing her eyes and saw that Hana wasn't in her bed. "Huh? Hana?" Joslyn got out of her bed and went to the bathroom to check if she was in there. She wasn't. "I think there's something on the desk for you." "Huh?" Taking her advice, she made her way over to the desk and saw a pad with something quickly scrawled onto it. "Hmm... I wonder what she had to do?" Joslyn wondered aloud as she sat back down on her bed. It was important if she had to go as soon as she had woken up. Is there another fallen angel nearby? "Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyyy~, if we're going to be pent up in this room, let's watch some Teeeeeeeeleeeeeeeviiiiiiiiiiisssssiiiiiiioooooon~" "Ok." At Victor's suggestion, she reached for the remote on the night stand next the bed and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels to find something to watch. In her mind, though, she was still trying to figure out what Hana was doing.
Joslyn was getting rather sleepy as she continued to navigate Hana to where ever the compass was guiding them. Night came quickly as they followed the compass. Realizing it was getting late, they went to another motel in the city to stay for the night. Hana went into the main office and quickly got a room for the both of them. With bag in hand, Joslyn stepped into the room, relatively cleaner than the last one they were in. She slipped into the bed, sleepiness weighing down her eyelids. "Good night, Hana." After saying that, she found herself in sleep's loving embrace. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Today had been a day like any other, wake up, eat, go to the bathroom, do some physical labor, and go back to the cell. Nothing too out-of-the-ordinary happened. Just the same old humdrum routine called prison life. Samuel sat in his cell, bored out of his mind. He really wished something interesting would happen soon. With the moon out in the sky, and the lights going out in the jail, he quickly found himself lying on his lumpy mattress. With nothing else to do, Sam fell asleep.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 3 - 5/5 | DATE: September 24, 2013, Tuesday | LOCATION: Driving around in Las Vegas, NV "Are they bothering you? I could make them go away again, at least for a little while. Once you're baptized it will strengthen the effects of the blessings and banish them for longer periods of time. Which will be good, because there are a lot of things about to happen that we don't want them reporting on." It did sound nice to not have to listen to them bickering all of the time, but she was hesitant to say something. Joslyn didn't want to constantly bother Hana about them, so she decided that she'd only ask if she couldn't handle their taunts and fighting anymore. "O-okay..." Her voice was timid, she knew that Tessa and Victor would try to do something to prevent it. "Oh, you better not." "Seeeeeeeeerrriiiiioooooooouuuuuuussssssllyyyyyyyy~ It's painful when she does thaaaaaaaaaaaat~" "Aaaaaaaah, If I could, I would cut that bitch to pieces!" Unsurprisingly, the pair is not at all enthusiastic about the idea of being banished again. She briefly wondered just how painful it was for them to be banished. Well, maybe they deserve it for causing her so much trouble. The two of them had been driving in Las Vegas for some time, now. Joslyn noticed Hana constantly trying to look at her necklace while watching the road. It looked unsafe to do, but Hana seemed determined to watch her necklace. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a needle in the middle of it. Was it some sort of compass? "Joslyn, do you think you could do me a favor?" She took off her necklace and handed it over to her. "Will you hold this and tell me if the needle changes direction? It's pretty simple. The compass is pointing us on the path of other angels nearby. So wherever the needle points, we go." That answered Joslyn's earlier questions about the necklace. It was a compass. One with the express purpose of finding the other fallen angels. "O-Okay." She took the compass and watched it closely. Joslyn gave out directions as the needle changed positions.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAYS: 3 - 3/5 | DATE: September 24, 2013, Tuesday | LOCATION: Gas Station in Las Vegas, NV Joslyn silently sat in the car as music played. The wind blew in through the open windows, blowing Joslyn's silver-colored hair all over the place. Soon, they could see buildings poking through the horizon. The large buildings looked like they were ready to poke into the sky. "Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy~, Where the lights, where's all of the sparkling like in that commerciaaaaaaaaaaaalllll~?" "Maybe they're off because it's daytime." "Seems to be the only logical conclusion." "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh~, please stop trying to sound smart, it's pissing me ooooooooofffffffffffff~." "At least I can talk like a normal person, Mr. Verbal Tic!" "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllll~ Excuse me, Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinsteeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiin~." "That's the smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth, Dan Quayle!" "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa~! Joke's on you, I don't know who that iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssss~!" "You're just proving me right, pig brain!" "Guuuuuuuys~, please stop!" Joslyn could take all of the fighting up to a certain point. They had been reaching it over the course of their bickering. She tried to make them stop, with a little more volume in her voice, since it was only her and Hana in the car. "See? Look at how upset you're making Joslyn!" "Ooooooooooooooooh~ no, you're not pinning all of this on meeeeeeeeee~" "Well maybe if you were smarter and not speak with that weird tic of yours, this wouldn't happen." "Oooooooooooooooorrrr~, maybe if you tried not being such a stuck-up bitch, I wouldn't talk back so much!" "You guys!" She really wanted the fighting between them to start. Her head was starting to hurt from all of the quarreling going on between the two of them. It had been awhile since she got a headache from their bickering. Victor just groaned as he stopped talking, while Tessa just let out a haughty snort of derision. Soon, they had pulled over at a gas station to fuel up the car. Joslyn stayed in the car, trying to calm herself down after trying to stop Victor and Tessa from fighting. She noticed Hana grabbed her necklace from the rear-view mirror. However, she didn't pay any more attention to her after that. She is still trying to calm herself down. "Joslyn, can you run in and pay for this? Feel free to grab something for yourself as well." Hana tossed Joslyn a small wad of cash to pay for the gas, with a little bit extra for something on the side. "Ok." There was some fatigue in her voice as she got out of the car and went into the gas station to pay. She went up to the cashier, "Umm... I'd like to pay for some gas." "Ok. Which pump?" "P-pump?" "Yeah. The pump your car is parked at, which number is it?" "Umm..." She looked at where the car was parked and looked for a number. A large number 4 was written on the side of the sign above the pump. "Umm... Number four." After that awkward little exchange, the cashier punched in something on the register and Joslyn handed him the money for the gas. After giving her the change, he also printed out a receipt and handed it to her. "Th-Thank you." "You should've stabbed him and grabbed the money in the register." Joslyn ignored Tessa's suggestion until she got out the door and went back to the car. "You know I couldn't do that. I don't even have anything sharp on me, anyways." "But you need money, right?" "Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah~, it would've been nice to have a lot of money for laaaaaaaaaaaateeeeeeeeeerrrr~" "But... I don't think Hana would approve of that." She squirmed in her seat at the thought of doing what Tessa had suggested. It was true that they needed money for stuff, but she couldn't bear the thought of hurting someone else.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 3 - 3/5 | DATE: September 24, 2013, Tuesday | LOCATION: Stevie's Diner in Nevada It was silent for a bit as Hana thought of an answer to her question. "A couple thousand years now, I believe. It's hard to tell. Time begins to meld together after a while." She gave her answer before looking at the menu once again. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm~. Has it really been thousands of yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaars~?" "Don't ask me. I lost count a long time ago." "So you guys have been connected to me for that long, huh?" "Seems that way, kiddo." So, Tessa and Victor don't even remember how long it was been. Is that why they wanted her to ask that question? At any rate, now she knows that this has been going on for thousands of years.[color] "Do you know what you'd like to eat? I'm thinking the Monte Cristo for myself." Hana's voice interrupted her thoughts. What did she want to eat? She hadn't been looking at the menu too long. Joslyn took another glance through the menu and quickly decided on pancakes. "There are so many things for you to understand, Joslyn. Do you know if you were baptized as a babe? It would be most beneficial if we have you baptized on this journey. Time is precious and we have already squandered so much of it." Hana started saying all of these things almost out of the blue. Although, truth be told, she doesn't know if she was baptized or not. "Was I baptized?" "As I recall it, you haven't been baptized this time." "Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~, I don't think you have, yeeeeeeeeeeeeet~" "Oh, I guess I haven't been baptized, then." It was good to have those two around, every now and then. They could tell her things she didn't know about if they did. Although, a lot of the time those two will either be bickering or suggesting her to do horrible things to people. That or be a complete and total perv like Victor. Delilah the waitress came back with their drinks and got out a pad and pencil to take their order. After Hana told her what she wanted, Joslyn asked for some pancakes. The waitress happily walked back to the kitchen to get their order in. Hana was looking out the window into the vast desert that surrounded the diner. "I think our next stop is Las Vegas. I do fear for whatever poor angel has lost themselves in Sin City." A sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head, locks of her red hair falling around her face. "We'll have a long drive after we leave the diner. I own a storage locker out in Vegas so we'll be able to gather supplies there, as well." "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm~ Las Veeeeeeeegaaaaaaaaaas~. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ remember hearing about that plaaaaaaaaaaaaace~" "You do?" "Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah~, When we were still in that dreadful place, I would see commercials on the Television when you watched or passed byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~" "Oh, I guess you're right. I do remember seeing something about it..." "Too bad you can't do anything there." "Oooooooooooooh~ shut your mouth, vile woooooooooooooooman~" "What did you just say to me, Dick for brains? You wanna start something?" "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ would beat the shit out of you if I cooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuld~!" "I'd LOVE to see you try, you pea-brained moron!" "Calm down, guys." "Brrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing~ it, Bitch fiiiiiiiiiiiiiingeeeeeers~!" "You guuuuuys~" Despite Joslyn's protests, the two would not calm down. She tried to not raise her voice so that the people in the diner wouldn't look at Hana and her in a weird manner. "Eat up!" The waitress had come back with their food in hand. She placed the plates and the flatware in front of the pair before bouncing off to the next table. Joslyn went right for the food to distract herself from the fighting going on in her head.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 3 - 3/5 | DATE: September 24, 2013, Tuesday | LOCATION: Stevie's Diner in Nevada(?) "No, not long. I had to get directions from the main office." Hana had started the engine as she said so. They were back on the road soon afterwards. "Are you hungry? We could stop somewhere and eat breakfast on the way." She did feel hungry. Especially since she hadn't really eaten anything the day before. The only thing that Joslyn had the other day was the drink that Hana bought for her at the gas station. She didn't really notice because of all of the things that happened. "A little bit." "Cooooooooooooome~ Oooooooooooon~, you're starving and you knooooooooooooooooooow~ it." "You could stand to tell her at least that much, y'know." "I-I couldn't" "That looks good." Hana's voice broke the internal argument Joslyn was having as she veered for an exit on the highway. She followed the turn pike all the way to a roadside diner. They eventually found parking near the entrance. "I thought we could talk some more, if you wanted, that is. Or we could eat in silence or converse on something." "Well... I guess I can ask more questions." She didn't want to just sit in the diner with Hana and eat, an awkward silence hanging in between them. That would not be pleasant. She got out of the car and followed Hana into the diner. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~, that reminds meeeeeeeeeeee~. Hoooooooooooooooow~ much has she told yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu~" "Oh. Well, I know that you guys are demons, and I know that I'm one of these fallen angels." "Is that all you know so far?" "More or less." She was wondering why Victor and Tessa were taking such an avid interest in this. Normally they wouldn't act like this. It was bizarre. "Morning. Welcome to Stevie's. Just two?" "Just the two of us." "If you'll follow me." The hostess led Hana and Joslyn to a booth for two people and placed menus in front of them. She introduced herself as Delilah and then listed off all of the specials before asking for what they wanted to drink. "Tea, please." "Umm... Can I have Orange Juice?" The hostess scurried off to let them look over the menu. Joslyn looked over the menu to see which she could get. "You know, maybe you can ask this bitch about how long this has been going on." "Huh? Why? "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah~ Since she's gonna answer questions, might as well ask her about thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~" It confused her, but Joslyn did want to know more about everything that was going on. She herself didn't know what to ask first, so she figured it would be good to start with that question. "So... Umm... How long has this whole thing been going on?"
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 3 - 2/5 | DATE: September 24, 2013, Tuesday | LOCATION: Rundown motel at the California/Nevada Border "Come on, Joslyn, it's time to wake up. We gotta haul out." Hana had nudged Joslyn to wake her up. Her eyes opened halfway, she groaned as she opened them. "I'll be outside. I don't think we have too far to go." Joslyn slowly sat up, several strands of her long grey hair stuck to her cheeks. Hana had already left the room by the time she got out of bed. She scratched her head as she let out a yawn. "Weeeeeeeeeelllllllll~, looks like you enjoyed your sleep, again, hhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh~?" A familiar voice rang out in her head. "Oh hey, Morning, Victor. Morning, Tessa." "Mooooooooooooooorrrning~. Waaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiit~, don't just 'Morning, Victor' meeeeeeeee~." "Seriously, do you have any idea what we we're doing while we were gone?" Tessa was clearly angry. Was it because of what happened yesterday? Oh... That's right. Victor and Tessa were demons, and Hana had done something to silence them. Well, at least temporarily. "Umm... No?" She continued to talk to them as she walked out of the room. "Urgh, I swear, if I could get my hands on the whore's throat I would rip it out!" "Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut~ Not before I got to have my fun with her first, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight~?" "This is the one time I wouldn't mind it, you skeevy bastard." "Eeewwww, please stop talking about her like that." Joslyn started to get horrible images in her head. "I just think that Hana meant well for me, that's all." "Oh yeah? Well, I still have a bone to pick with her!" "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~, And I've got a bone for her, if you know what I meeeeeeaaaaaaaaan~" "Oh, what the hell, you sick, twisted, pervert!" "Wait, what does that mean?" Joslyn had no idea what Victor meant by his comment. Even though he made perverted jokes and said many inappropriate things, she never really understood what any of it meant. "Eeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr~, Nevermind theeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnn~." She still had no idea what it meant, but it didn't matter. As she made her way to the car, she saw that Hana was already in the car, waiting for her. She went to the passenger's side and entered the car. "Have you been waiting long?"
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 2 - 5/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Rundown motel at the California/Nevada Border OOC: Dat Hana post. A few hours passed by in silence. The only sound came from the engine of the car. It was awkward for Joslyn to just sit there, saying nothing to anyone, not hearing voices near constantly. She just sat there, occasionally sipping at the drink Hana bought for her. During the silent drive, looked outside the window, seeing the world pass by her at an incredible place. Even though the land they passed was nothing too impressive, Joslyn was amazed by the sight of the new places that passed by in the blink of an eye. Soon, they arrived at a rundown motel. Hana had gotten them a room to sleep for the night. She had never seen a place like this. When they got into their room, a strange smell hit her nose. Even though everything in the room looked like it was in its proper place, it felt very dirty. When Joslyn went to the bed that she was going to sleep in, she thought she saw something black move near the old television set across from the beds. Suffice it to say, Joslyn didn't feel too comfortable in the motel room. But at least Hana was there with her. "Good night, Hana." This was the first time she had said good night to anyone other than the orderlies or the voices in her head. It was a nice feeling, despite the loneliness that filled her. Soon after, she drifted off to sleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 2 - 5/5 | DATE: September 23, 2013, Monday | LOCATION: Prison in Mexico City, Mexico OOC: Not much to do with this character, yet ;_; Samuel walked about the prison, with nothing to really do in there. Beating up the other prisoners wasn't as fun as it was when he first got to the prison. However, after beating up prisoners almost every other day, it became more routine and less amusing. It wasn't really his fault for that, though. He just wanted to serve his sentence and get out of there, but the other inmates had other ideas about that. The first night he was there, some of the other inmates jumped him while he was getting food to try to instill fear into him. They tried to establish a pecking order where he was at the bottom of it. But Sam wouldn't have any of it. That night he had sent the inmates to the hospital. The first time out of many to come. In the weeks that passed after that day, several more inmates, probably friends of the guys who tried to jump him the first night, tried to beat him up and show him who was the boss. That ended in total failure for all of the ones that tried. Soon after that, one of the prison guards tried to reason with Sam. However, his flippant attitude really pissed off the prison guard. It eventually reached the point where the prison guard tried to beat Sam down with his night stick. That was the first guard Sam sent to the hospital. However, this time around Sam didn't come out of this fight unscathed. The guard's attack was a total surprise to Sam and he managed to get in a few good hits before he retaliated in full. As he recalled, that fight ended in about five minutes. The first thirty seconds of it was the cop beating down on Sam, and the remaining four minutes and thirty seconds was Sam brutally beating the cop with his own night stick. To most people, these memories would be things they would rather forget. But Sam thought of these moments as precious memories that he wanted to remember forever. Maybe it was because his childhood wasn't exactly a pleasant one. He didn't care, though. The boredom still lingering, he sauntered back into his cell. He lay down on his stiff mattress and lay there thinking. Thinking of things he could try to do to keep himself occupied and free of boredom, lest he die from it. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
