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Post by mesmu on Jun 29, 2010 23:53:36 GMT -5
Angel wings fluff themselves and a male yawns quietly. Gabriel had been awoken by foot falls of pre-teens down the hall. This being his only signal that he over slept and the chances he'll keep his newest job beginning to grown thin.
Quickly with learned stealth he raises with out cloths from a bundle of blankets that are his makeshift bed. Next he strolls to the opening in the wall that serves as his doorway, "Diablo, Shela, Alec! Be quiet, father is sleeping still."
Three pairs of identical black eyes look back at him and Shela mouths: Clothes.
Hands go to his hips as he stare the younger ones down, "If I catch you running again I wont make breakfast."
Now the three look fearful as they softly step into the living room. Now Gabriel returns to his room where he gathers his work clothes. He works for a nearby resort as a delivery boy. And this boy sure is late, even the seabirds are cawing.
He quickly exists his room to the kitchen where he makes a fine looking morning salad. "Kids!" The three race in and each take their plates. "Leave some for dad." He grabs a root of some sort and begins munching on it.
Now he can leave and he does after instructing his younger siblings to get their dead little butts to school.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 0:08:27 GMT -5
Shyam growled at the lights hitting his eyes. What the crap! it was took early for the sun to be out now. He put a hand over his eyes and fell asleep for a few more minutes before giving up. If there was one thing that he missed about Jeskara it was the darkness. Even Parinenai wasn't as bad as this. Being half deamones, Shyam's eyes were sensitive and even after a couple years, he couldn 't quite get use to the brighteness that was Sensaforia.
After rolling around for a few minutes, he got up and headed to the bathroom. In front of the mirror he inspected himself, turning around so he could see his bare back and frowned. His darn wings were growing in again. It seemed like they were faster everytime he cut them off. They hadn't unfruled yet, so it would hurt too much to cut them off now. Shyam sighed and restorted to just letting them grow a bit more before chopping them off again.
He had work in an hour, so he quickly went and doned a dark t-shirt, leather jakcet and pants, and slipped on a pair of shades. His job? Well, he worked as a model of sorts. There was an entertainment house that put on shows every now and then of beautiful people. When not working on a show, Shyam would help out with some technical stuff. It was a job that left him alone and paid well, so Shyam was perfectly content with it.
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 0:14:59 GMT -5
Gabriel hadn't reached work yet and is now waiting to be able to cross the walk way. I mean how many people can there be at this time. Oh this will be great to tell his boss:
"Um, yeah over a hundred people blocked my way so I couldn't get to work within the fifteen minute frame before you slash this months pay in half..."
Oh, yeah that'll be real fun!
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 0:25:21 GMT -5
Shyam had to grit his teeth. He hated how many people blocked the street at this time of day, they all got in his way then yelled at him when he pushed through them. Sometimes he would push people harder on purpose just to make some fun out of the miserableness that was the later morning rush.
Shyam finally came to a street he needed to cross and quickly made his way, pushing someone hard to the ground.
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 0:33:37 GMT -5
Gabriel crashes to the ground with an umph. And when he sees the receding back of who had done the deed he jumps up and stalks quickly behind them, "Hey jerk! Get back here!"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 0:44:14 GMT -5
Jerk? Well, that was most likely him. Slowly, Shyam turned around, removing his glasses as he did so that he could pin a cold striking blue glare at whoever was calling to him. He wasn't exspecting to see an angel, though.
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 0:52:03 GMT -5
Now Gabriel stops when he is less than two feet from the other and glares into blue eyes with teal hues. He is unafraid of the male before him. With a growl he pokes the dark haired man square in the chest, "You, sir, are lowly!" He tosses his head and his wings flair.
"What if I had been with child, huh? Or how about I had landed on something sharp?"
He felt something stir in his chest, but writes it off as anger, "Well what do you have to say for yourself?"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 0:58:22 GMT -5
A slow smirk begins to make its way across Shyam's face. He quickly grabs the wrist connected tot he hand that was poking him and swiftly turns the angel boy around, pinning the arm behind his back. He leans down to the boy's ear ans says, "Don't get in my freaking way, little angel, or you might find your pretty wings frayed." With that, he let the boy go.
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 1:03:50 GMT -5
Now the pale male huffs as he turns back to the attacker, "I'll let you know that you've just a god dammed fucker! And don't ever touch me again!" He ground out the last part and his eyes flicker. "Cause if you do! O~oh!" He huffs again.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 1:20:52 GMT -5
Shyam chuckled. "Quite a dramatic little thing, aren't we. I didn't know angels could cuss."
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 1:24:16 GMT -5
Gabriel covers his mouth in shock, that's the second time he's cussed today. Not good, when he gets home he is going to washing his mouth out. Then he uncovers his mouth and raises a brow, "Angel? Where?"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 1:37:28 GMT -5
Shyam reached out and fluffed up one of the boy's wings. "You of course." Then, he plucked a feather and ran it lightly down his own cheek.
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 1:42:09 GMT -5
When his wing is touched Gabriel freezes, but as soon as a feather is plucked he snaps. He reaches back and brings his hand forward in a slap a crossed the smug face, he hates punching its a little too uncivil for him. But bitch slapping is a whole other story.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Jun 30, 2010 1:48:03 GMT -5
Shyam was shocked at first, but quickly began to chuckle, grinning down at the little angel. "Good slap, it almos stung. You're quite interesting, what's your name?"
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Post by mesmu on Jun 30, 2010 1:54:59 GMT -5
Oh now he is appalled, it almost stung? It almost stung!
His eyes narrow and he growls, but it quickly morphs upon finally actaully seeing the before him. Dark perfection. And he looks away, "Gabriel...Yours?"
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