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    At ghostly hours of the night, Skyler  had fallen from his dear Heaven and had landed here on Earth. Thankfully, no one saw this angel as he crash landed onto the black asphalt of a finely paved road. But in the morning, when the streets were alive with noisy vehicles and walking pedestrians, they questioned the cracked and jostled road that had been just fine the day before. 

    Skyler had disappeared by that time. God had managed to cloath him in this demention's garb as not to draw attention to himself. His elegant ivory wings were hidden away beneath his black coat that covered their length as well. They were pressed tightly to his back in an attempt to not give off the impression that he had a disorder. Yet still by his fidgety actions people continued to stare at him. 

    Sky had conformed to loitering around a strip of shops. He observed the people who walked pass him and tried to mimick their personalities or traits from what he could pick up and try to put them into action. But it all came out in a jumbled mess. Another thing, he found that his voice was different from their's. He had a certain accent hanging onto his words while these people did not. 

    Desperately he needed someone to confide in. He needed help. A month is a long but short time to get something this drastic done. 

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    Carrie sat in a quiet coffee shop holding a cup of hot chocolate in her hands as it rested on the table. She liked to come here and watch the people outside in the comfort of anonymity and warmth. Plus, they knew her here. When walking in, they'd know right what to get the blonde-haired-green-eyed girl. She looked back at her cup of steaming hot liquid, tightening her hands around it a little more to warm them up. 

    Her name was scrawled on the side in uppercase letters. Her own conscience read out her name- Carrie. Rarely was she ever called Caroline anymore but by her mother. Usually when she was trying to be sentimental or she was in trouble. The latter never happened very much. Carrie was a good girl with no trouble ever in her wake. And she never uttered a single curse word even behind closed doors. This trait was teased by other kids, but she never really cared. 

    Reaching across the table, she picked a napkin out of the dispenser and slid it closer to her. A pen was already out and ready to be used. Carefully she began etching on the delicate, tearable surface of the white fabric. She was an artist. A painter. A doodling master. She'd draw on anything. Right now her choice of canvas was a mere napkin of a mere coffee shop. The meek girl continued on lightly writing with the pen until the outlines of a cup, uncannily similar to the one in front of her, began to take shape. 

(Posting ^_^)

  Isabella sat in a clean alley way, scratching at her black hair as Dagata sat next to her with his ears perked up in alert. Isa was waiting for her friend, Connor, to arrive and pick her up, and this is where she chose to wait for him after seeing a movie. "Why not just wait outside the movie theatrer?" he had asked her. "Because I don't want to be seen," she had responded back, clicking her phone shut as she tried to make comfortable while sitting up against the wall. Isabella had major depressiom wihtout her dog, so eventually her mom had gotten a doctor's consent to allow him as a service dog. Thus making Dagata allowed wherever she went; she felt safe with him, too, so the doctor was persuaded after a long period time of begging by Isa's concerned mom. 

  As Isabella waited, she rested up against Dagata while looking at her phone. She shivered in the cold air and watched her breath puff out like smoke in the air. It was a beautiful day, but it was cold. After getting bored with nothing to do on her phone, Isa put it away and picked up a small, remaining patch of snow and shapeshifted it into a ball. A small smirk gently formed across her face as she slowly traced her initials into the ball, then catapulting it into the wall, watching the snow slowly drift down, allowing the sparkles to glint in the noon sun. Sighing, she leaned back as the snow rested at the bottom of the wall, and she now waited for Connor to arrive. 

The wind rustled Edens honey brown hair, as he walked away from the park pulling his beanie over his head more. He closed the sketch pad, as he walked along the pavement, barely paying attention. Sighing, and cursing mentally, with growls of frustration and aggravation, he didn't notice the confused, looking guy (skyler). Walking straight into him, he whimpered, and fell backwards, dropping his sketch pad and pencils.

Joseph sighed, running a hand through his dark lockes as he continued away from his original crash site. He had landed in a large emmense forest, luckily, there were no humans by, so he had been able to escape and hide his crash site. He was clueless, and confused. 10 years had passed, since he arrived. This world had been so new to him, but he immediately accustomed to it. He especially loved coffee, which is why he was headed there now.

Um ,yeah, hi, Angel. Y'know how we all agreed to have it how they just arrived? Well, I'ma need you to change that up a little bit in your post. Even if he died 10 years ago, he still can't immediatley get accustomed to it. Sorry. They're supposed to be "new" to the world, so liking coffee, or remember coffee cant easily be accumulated on arrival. Sorry to seem like a bitch, but it's just how it's planned out. If you have anyone questions, though, kik me and Neytiri. Neytiri isn't home right now, so she asked me to state so, and I'm sorry to come off as a bitch, but that's kind of how we wanted it. Sorry, lovely! Dx

PF I'm sorry guys. I guess I didn't read carefully, and you're not a bitch Sibster, your my dirty hoe  XD 

I'm everybody's dirty hoe. *Dances around* Sorry, though, lovely. Dun leave us! We just wanted to make it established that it was their first time on the planet. As Angels, anyways. xD

Joseph sighed, running a hand through his dark lockes as he continued away from his original crash site. He landed in a large emmense forest, luckily, there were no humans by, or they would probably question, what the loud sound was and the gorgeous man, dressed in all white, walking out the woods. His icy blue eyes scanned the area, as he focused in on the area, to try and find human life. Walking drunkenly, aimlessly, and clumsily, he continued forward, into this new, and unfamiliar territory.

XD I totally understand ^_^ 

I'll post when I get home from school. Sorry, I've been been busy lately.

Collin raked his thin fingers through his hair, watching the people who walked past him with mild curiosity. The people walked plainly, without much grace  and without much care, unlike himself. His mannerisms were entirely different, from the way he stood to the way he simply looked at things. He walked down the damp sidewalk, dressed in plain human clothes and a large jacket to cover his wings.

(Ew. sorry. I have to go watch my brothers for a few minutes.)

    Carrie looked up from her little drawing and out the window. She spied a man dressed in all white walking as if he was drunk or just seriously out of it. It was weird, yes, and she hoped maybe that he wasn't coming in for his noonday coffee. But nevertheless, she returned back to her napkin drawing, her mind now clouded with thoughts of her next pen movement. (ew)

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    Skyler was paranoid. Any sound, any light bump from a passerby made him flinch. Self control was a gift well learned. And poor Sky was trying his hardest to not rip open the back of the jacket with his wings like he did with the T-shirt underneath. As he was looking at his reflection in a newly washed display window, he found he had dark circles under his eyes. In Heaven, deprivation of sleep was never an issue. But now he was feeling the mortal's toll of not having enough sleep. "I look like a raccoon," he mumbled to himself, gingerly touching his cheeks.

    As he continued to look at himself, something pushed against his back and made him spin around. He found a young boy, no older than himself, sitting on the ground with pencils and paper bound with spirals scattered all about. "Forgive me," he said with his deep, smooth voice, stooping down and helping to gather what the boy had dropped. A few pencils had begun to roll away. In order to save it from going any further, Sky outstretched his arm with an open palm in the direction of the pencils, and they immediately shot back into his range.

    He bent down again and picked up the runaway writing utensils, gathering them all into one of his large hands then returned his attention back to the boy. "Are you alright?" the angel asked, extending his hand to help the fallen boy up. Maybe he could help him with his predicament.

Skye brushed the few fly away stands out of her face with her pink-tinged fingers. The cold air had turned her fingers light pink, along with her cheeks and nose. She gave a heavy sigh, walking down the sidewalk with no particular destination in mind.

{Holy Jesus! My post much have been sprayed by a sunk because it stinks.}

Freezing for a minute, he noticed very gorgeous, tan hands, collecting his stuff. He noticed the pencils rolling out of the way, and then next minute, they were back in the strangers hands. He contemplated on what just happened, but decided, he should look up, and his whole body seized, as he heard the most sexiest voice he ever heard. Finally, deciding to look up, and try to save himself, he slowly looked up, and the blood immediately rushed to his face, turning his body into a steamy boiling mess of blush."Gorgeous"  was all he thought. He was insanely beautiful, with his Adonis/godly like body. His brown curly hair, hung loosely to his head, and those eyes, seemed to pierce his soul. Slowly, and shakingly standing up, his baby blue/violet rimmed eyes focused on the beauty in front of him, "err..sorry. I was trying to get my pad back in my bag, and it was being stubborn, and I accidentally ran into you and I.." He immediately cut himself off, blushing again, biting his lip, nervously. He always rambled, when nervous, or bit his bottom lip.

(anyone wanna Rp? Got two characters left. Ima have one angel instead of 2.)

{I have both my characters still.}

AAlright! My post is above and it suck but whatevs.

I'll take ur guy val ^_^ hope u don't mind if my character is a guy and bi?

I have nothing against it, but its outside mah role playing comfort zone. >.<

Ohh ok. Nvm den