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Jul 16, 2013 04:15PM
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As Orianna woke from her sleep, she stretched her arms and legs, a yawn escaping her. She turned her head to the side, rubbing at her eyes groggily, to see that Ash had disappeared from the tent. Sitting up, she briefly wondered where he could have gotten off to before standing and opening the tent. The HQ already seemed to be bustling with life, various hunters making breakfast or chatting with others. The smell of bacon and sausage filled her senses as she stepped out of the tent. Orianna's eyes scanned the area for Sam and Ash and she spotted them talking amongst themselves. It'd only been a night since they'd arrived at the HQ, but Orianna was already beginning to miss the outside world. She hadn't really talked to anyone that wasn't a hunter or angel since that day she left the library. Suddenly, she remembered what she'd done. Did I leave him there? She thought, him being Henry. Instant guilt flooded through her as the realization sunk in. She felt awful about it.
To clear her head, Orianna decided that she should get out and clear her head. She wouldn't be going anywhere far, just around the bend, but she'd still keep her eyes open for any possible threats. Orianna walked all the way down to the first floor before heading out the door, heading out into the forest. She needed to just get away for a little while.
Teadrinkingcat wrote: "He composed himself swiftly, turning his head towards his human. "I'm afraid to report that Eton and his dog have died. A demon killed the both of them. He had prayed to us to save him during the ..."
Ash, upon hearing this, swore like a pirate. He paced up and down, thinking about the news. There should be more of them, not less! Why couldn't anything go according to plan.
"Go wash yourself," he told Sam. "Once someone see's you, they'll be out of this plan quicker then a rocket. Afterwards, I'm going to give you five minutes to explain why Eton's blood is on you before I will kill you."
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Samael narrowed his eyes when Ash bossed him, balling his hands into fists momentarily. But he remembered that this was the Hunters HQ, and the Angels had to make it work.
He vanished with a flap of wings, only to return seconds later completely clean.
"I found him in the ruins. His... um... He had a large, stomach wound..." He waved his hand over his own stomach, to indicate where the gash was.
"And then a final blow to his throat." He finished, covering his own neck.
"I had to take him back. The dog was pretty cut open too. Blood just doesn't stay inside someone when you carry 'em." He added, looking around silently, hoping no one else could hear.
He vanished with a flap of wings, only to return seconds later completely clean.
"I found him in the ruins. His... um... He had a large, stomach wound..." He waved his hand over his own stomach, to indicate where the gash was.
"And then a final blow to his throat." He finished, covering his own neck.
"I had to take him back. The dog was pretty cut open too. Blood just doesn't stay inside someone when you carry 'em." He added, looking around silently, hoping no one else could hear.
Ash rubbed his chin. This was good news; it meant Sam hadn’t gone rouge and killed someone on his own side. At least he had that. But that was still one Hunter down – there numbers where limited at the moment, and Hunter’s aren’t known to last very long. For all he knew, five others could be dead.He let out a deep breath. “Right,” was all he said. By now he just felt... deflated. Already beaten before the battle had even begun. If they – the Hunter’s - were to last, they needed to keep on the down-low. They can’t kill any Supernatural’s; no matter how much they deserve it. It’s just an unnecessary risk they couldn’t afford to make.
"Once again, I will reiterate my opinion on the manner; don't inform any of your fellow hunters of his absence. As far as they know, he just ran off." He spoke, grave and serious.
"I've incinerated his body in his home town, along with his dog's. They've both been granted entry into the Gates of Heaven, so he's resting peacefully now." He finished, turning to head back inside.
"I've incinerated his body in his home town, along with his dog's. They've both been granted entry into the Gates of Heaven, so he's resting peacefully now." He finished, turning to head back inside.
“Nice to know,” he said. Ash let out another sigh. “I’m guessing from his injuries that it was the works of a Supernatural. Or a psychopathic killer. Chose your pick.”
"A bit of both. He's a demon, but not a typical one. I'm going to report to Heaven and see if it's worht investigating." He explained, running hand through his blonde hair, widening his eyes out of how overwhelmed he was.
"Also, I suggest you get any hunters that happen to be gone back again. I know two are gone as we speak, and I have knowledge from a source that they were actually in the school recently. Just the two of them." Sam turned on his heel, hands in his pockets, and headed back inside.
"Also, I suggest you get any hunters that happen to be gone back again. I know two are gone as we speak, and I have knowledge from a source that they were actually in the school recently. Just the two of them." Sam turned on his heel, hands in his pockets, and headed back inside.
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((I'm baaaaack! ))Axel waved her off, not wanting to look suspicious, "Whatever." He stepped through the door to the HQ, avoiding any contact with other hunters or angels and just went straight up to the top floor. It was unknown to him why he was even going there - it wasn't like he was tired and he didn't really have any friends to converse with - but that was just the first place that came to mind. Entering the floor, Axel simply leaned against the nearby wall. It still wasn't completely clear to him what he was doing. Usually, he had a pretty good idea of what he was doing and what he wanted. But it seemed like now he just didn't and that made him beyond angry. There was just so much anger inside him that he didn't know what to do with. Axel didn't even know who he was angry at: Vee? The hunters? Angels? Supernaturals?
Himself? That last one seemed right. Axel was angry at himself. But it wasn't just anger, he was furious. I'm an idiot. I'm such a god damn idiot! He had the sudden urge to turn around and punch the wall so he did. His fist came back with small cuts along the knuckles, a bit of blood starting to seep out. It wouldn't be long before it started to bruise. Axel's back slumped against the wall again, his good hand clutching his bruising fist. If he was any normal hunter, he would've asked an angel to heal him, but he wasn't. So he didn't. Axel just stood there, wishing he could disappear.
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After finishing, Vienna went inside the HQ. She sprinted up the flights of stairs while hastily wiping her eyes. She noticed Axel. Was he upset too? Angry? She walked over to him and sighed "Hey..."
Noticing Vee coming up the stairs, Axel hastily tried to blend into his surroundings. But there was no way he could blend in wearing a bright red shirt. That just wasn't happening; he stood out against the walls like a blotch of blood in the snow. As she approached him, he crossed his arms, trying to hide what he'd done to himself. It was kind of hard though as there was some blood starting to drip down to his wrist. "What do you want?" Axel asked, not bothering to say hi or hey back. He was trying to make it seem like he didn't want to talk to her but he kind of did. Vee was probably the only person who understood even slightly what he was feeling, even if she did hide it in a different way then him. She hid it with smiles and witty remarks while Axel hid it with anger and harsh words. They were completely different but somehow they were the same.
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As Vee pointed out his hand, Axel crossed his arms tighter, trying to cover it up. This of course caused it to bleed more and a red blotch to appear on his other arm from where the blood had smeared. He hissed under his breath, "Nothing. I didn't do anything." Axel tried to make himself as daunting as possible, just wanting her to stop fretting over it, "I don't need your help."
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Vienna narrowed her eyes at him and pulled his hand out. Seeing it was his fist and not his wrist, she almost let go of acting to look relieved. She kept her act though and, with the same wide eyed expression, "I might as well go hug the person you punched...I think it might be nice to know how hard he is..." she sighed, not knowing what to say and strode over to her tent to gather supplies for a shower. She packed them in a backpack and went down the stairs. She was going to hike a shower from a supernatural girl....Just be friendly...
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((Wait, should he follow her or something and would you mind explaining the last sentence? It kind of confused me XD))
((Okay, he's following her. I'm guessing you went to bed or something.))At her relief, Axel wondered what exactly it was she thought had happened. Did she think he'd cut himself on his sword or something. He ignored her comment about punching someone; let her think what she wanted to think. Then he realized she had a hold of his fist. Axel had just been about to rip his hand free of hers when she let it go and walked off. He wondered if he should follow her or just stay put. Maybe he should get something for his hand and then he could trail behind her. Axel gave a small nod, deciding that was just what he was going to do. He waited until she had grabbed her stuff and slipped down the stairs before standing straight. What am I doing? He asked himself as he padded quietly down the stairs. His teeth gritted as he reached the bottom floor. His hand was actually starting to hurt. For some reason, he hadn't anticipated that. What was he supposed to do about that though? Axel didn't exactly have any first aid supplies handy. This was stupid. Axel told himself, turning around to head back up the stairs, I'll just let it bleed.
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Vee hadn't expected Axel to follow her but as she heard footsteps from the stairs, she whipped around. Imagine her surprise when she saw Axel. She surreptitiosly glanced around before walking over to him and dragging him outside for an explanation.
"What the freaking hell did you do to yourself?" she asked quietly now dragging him towards the school. She had a sorceress girl, Love, who might help. Not that Vee really liked Love...it was just having someone in the school can be real handy.
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((Its okay! I got it now so that's good :) ))Axel had just been about to head back up the stairs when he felt Vee grab him by the arm, dragging him toward the door. "St-" He was about to protest when he realized how weird that would look. So instead, he just huffed until they were outside and far from the HQ. "Nothing. I said I did nothing." Axel tried to sound convincing but it was obvious how well that would turn out. "And where the hell do you think you're going anyways? We're not supposed to leave the HQ." Though he was still protesting, they were still walking along. Or more like Vee was walking along and Axel was only half cooperating.
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Vienna rolled her eyes at the not allowed to leave the HQ comment. "They aren't controlling my life so I don't give a shit," she sighed and then in response to the other question "You wait and see. We're meeting a 'friend' of mine. She can cast some spell to heal you and I need to use her shower..." She noticed how the last part seemed awkward and explained "I refuse to use the showers at the HQ so I fake befriended a supernatural for use...Quite a handy one too...She's a sorceress so she could just cast a spell and do something..." Vee dragged them to the school to Love's dorm.
((We switching topics, dudette?And I'm a dudette too... I'm not like a super secret guy or anything. But he's so cool! He's like pew! Pewpewpewpew! Pew! Gah, I love him.))
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Teadrinkingcat wrote: ""A bit of both. He's a demon, but not a typical one. I'm going to report to Heaven and see if it's worht investigating." He explained, running hand through his blonde hair, widening his eyes out of..."Ash nearly scoffed. A demon serial killer - any Hunter's dream. He watched as Sam diapered in a flurry of white, flapping, and feathers. He tried to think of the two Hunter's Sam was talking about by entering the tent once more. When he did, he found it empty, with no Orianna in sight. But he didn't think any of it. She's probably gone to the toilet or something, he thought dismissively. His mind quickly drifted to the guy in the library with her - her boyfriend, as Ash liked to call him to wind Orianna up - and sighed. He wouldn't be able to kill him (at least, not now). What a shame.
He quickly reached in and grabbed his beloved cowboy hat, then exited the tent and the HQ.
Appearing in a flutter of wings, Orianna stood still as a statue where she had flown in. Her feelings were all muddled inside her and she didn't know whether she was supposed to express them or not. She decided against it; angels weren't really supposed to show their feelings, were they? Trying to hold it together, Orianna walked up to the third floor and sat against a random wall, her eyes trained on her hands. But even staring at her hands caused her eyes to water so she glanced up at the ceiling instead, hoping that would stop the tears that were threatening to come. She didn't want to cry over this, especially not here.
Ash walked down the halls of the HQ, a slight stumble to his steps. The scent of alcohol still dared not cling to his clothing or breath, but it did have the cheek to finally affect him. His words were slurred, and his eyes unfocused, and his minds sharpness was blunted. He continued to walk until a familiar figure came into his vision. “Orrrrraanna!” he called, coming towards her. “How er you?”
As Ash came close and called what she thought was her name, Orianna glanced over at him, momentarily forgetting what depressing thoughts plagued her. "Ash?" She asked, standing up. Her eyes raked over him in his drunken stupor and came back a little confused. Though she'd never been around alcohol or someone drunk before, she could make somewhat of a guess at what was wrong with him, "Are you...?" Her voice trailed off, not wanting to say drunk in case he wasn't. She still wasn't positive to whether he was actually drunk or not. "Are you okay?"
“I’m grrreat – beater then evah,” he said, and looked to the blank ceiling overhead. “Naw. Where ar the stars?” He then started uncontrollably laughing at nothing in particular. Maybe he finally realized that he was staring at a ceiling. Maybe he realized how silly his Dallas accent sounded when drunk. Or, maybe, he found himself hilarious. It was probably the latter.
Drunk, Orianna decided. He was definitely drunk. "S-stars...?" Orianna questioned, wondering if he was really looking up to the sky for them. "Ash, I don't think you're okay. You should... go lay down or something." Having no clue what to do in this situation, Orianna was just trying to think of some way to get his blood alcohol content down. How were you supposed to do that though? Orianna hadn't the slightest idea. If only Vienna, that hunter she'd spoken to, was around. She would probably know what to do about this. Or even Samael; he had to know some sort of trick to this sort of thing. But, nope, just Orianna was around and she was completely useless.
Ash looked back at Orianna and gave a stupid grin. “OK,” he said slowly. Suddenly; he stumbled forward. He leaned into Orianna, nearly toppling her over in the process, keeping his head on her shoulder. Deep snores came from his mouth, and his eyes were shut. He was out cold, and yet stayed on his feet.
Orianna's eyes went incredibly wide as Ash toppled over on her. She had no idea what to do about this. "A-Ash?" Her entire body was still, like moving would physically harm her. "When I said go lay down... I didn't mean on me..." Her voice was really quiet, sounding like she was scared. She wasn't, of course, but she'd never had someone fall asleep on her. It was weird, especially since Ash was so much taller and burlier than her.
Ash continued to snore, completely oblivious of the awkward situation.
As he slept, Orianna lifted her finger and prodded the side of his head lightly. When nothing happened, she tried a little more frantically. Every five seconds she was flinching. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. "Ash, wake up." She dropped her finger, saying the words as though they'd magically wake him from his slumber, "Ash! Wake up!" Her voice grew but she still wasn't yelling. Orianna didn't have it in herself to yell at him for this.
Ash, upon hearing Orianna call him and feeling the jabs of her figure, opened his eyes. He gave out a yawn and backed away from her, as if it was normal to sleep on someone standing up. His eyelids were halfway closed, too tired to keep them fully open. "Were's the tent?" he asked, looking around.
Orianna didn't speak at all, her eyes still wide. Instead, she just raised her hand to point to the tent. It was still there where they'd left it. Her hand lowered a second later as she watching him act so nonchalant. Was this normal for him or something?
Ash followed her finger to see the tent. He stumbled towards it, and crawled inside. He crawled all the way to his part of the tent, and plopped down. He gave a low groan. "I like being drunk," he said allowed, not really caring if Orianna herd him or not. "It's better then being sober."
Watching as Ash walked to the tent, Orianna followed after him, making sure he made it the entire way without tumbling over again. She sighed in relief as he laid down. She didn't really say anything about him being drunk, but she hoped it wasn't really true. She knew that when you were drunk like he was, everything was all scrambled and you couldn't think straight so the worries you had washed away. But she didn't think that was the way to get away from your problems; it didn't get rid of them, just put them off.
But that was the thing. Ash liked to put his troubles off. At least, for a little while. Because no matter what he did, his troubles will never leave him - unless he did this. Sadly, even though he was tired and in his sleeping-bag, he couldn't fall asleep. His eyes refused to shut fully, and his mind, even though sluggish, refused to relax. He gave out another groan, this time in annoyance. "Wha time ish it?" he asked Orianna, who followed him in the tent.
"Erm..." Orianna muttered, looking around. She didn't really have a watch on her or anything like that so she took a step backwards out of the tent and spotted a clock. Stepping back in, she watched Ash for a second in his annoyance before saying, "Half-past seven it looks like. Why?"
"I want to shleep," Ash grumbled. He decided to sit up. He obviously couldn't sleep, even if he wanted too, so he might as well stay awake until he could. "But I can't." There was a slight moment of pause when he asked, "Sho, how iz your day?"
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