Brighter Days and Broken Street Lights

@ BadStreetBoys

Emilee halted for a few beats, and slowly turned to face him in time to show that he was unarmed. That meant nothing to her - for all she knew, his car could be holding a gun. "Please just... leave me alone. I don't know what your business includes, but 'm sure I ain't interested." She figured he was a pimp. Or a stalker. Or a murderer.

She took a few clumsy steps back, ready to dart off toward the nearest open building to escape him.

Beau sighed heavily. 'Damn it, I screwed this up royally.' He thought to himself. 'Well I could tell her I'm a guardian angel, but would she believe that?' He was pissed at himself for not handling the situation better.

Beau went to the car and hopped in, driving himself into town. He chose a fairly nice hotel to stay in. Once Beau was in the room he projected his watch's feed of Emilee up onto the wall, sliding into the bed as he watched over her. "What am I going to do,maybe if I go as an angel she'll listen to me." He mumbled, speaking to himself.

@ k1ssmysass

Emilee made it home with no trouble. The public bus had decent heating systems that drifted in puffs of comfort throughout the stale smelling bus.

She's darted up into her apartment building without casting a mere glance around the area. It was like clockwork: avoid trouble, kick shoes off,count tips, grab a quick bite to eat, and settle in bed until sleep takes her away.

And just like any other night, that was her routine. She had settled down around nine PM with a bowl of off brand cereal and set off on counting her tips. The bills felt heavy, wadded up in her hand. She began separating them, one hand gesturing to count along the way while the other rested upon her once-feral kitten's head, who was purring like a monster truck underneath her gentle touch.

She removed her hand from the kitten's head and clucked her tongue to keep the fluff ball from climbing all over her as she stared hard at two large bills. Hundreds.

Her mouth fell a little. "No fuckin' way," She uttered, disbelief spreading across her shadowed face. She folded the bills delicately, blowing through the rest of the smaller bills, keen on hiding them to keep the cash safer than safe.

"No fuckin' way!" She repeated with a tiny squeak of enthusiasm twitching in her voice, to the fuzzy kitten, who let out a tiny mewl and bounded toward her.

@ k1ssmysass
Beau watched her carefully, grinning slightly at the sight of the small kitten, he absolutely adored animals. Beau had ordered room service, soon receiving his decent meal which he immediately dug into. He had ordered a medium-rare steak with a heavy side of mashed potatoes, green beans, and a dinner roll. The meal was quiet good, he just wished he could have confide Emilee so she could be eating well instead of the fake cereal.

As Beau's meal came to an end he decided to put a plan into action, but first had to organize it. He knew she'd be in a dangerous situation soon, he just knew. So the plan was to interfere then as a guardian angel, slightly altering his appearance so she wouldn't immediately recognize him from shock. Maybe then she would listen to him.

Beau wrote down his plan, then set it into his overly high tech watch. Finally placing Emilee's life back upon the wall to make sure she was still alright.

@ BadStreetBoys

By the time he'd pulled her screen back up, Emilee was curled up under a thick violet comforter and a few flimsy blankets scattered around the full sized mattress. Her apartment was nothing - one room with a kitchen nook and a closet sized bathroom, but it was her wonderful little nothing that she'd decorated in a hundred shades of purple and neutral colors.

She was toeing the line between reality and somewhere much less solid.

Lately, she'd been having recurring dreams. They felt like her subconscious was leading them. A bright, glowing figure with hair as fair as wheat. It was the only clear bit of the person she'd met in dozens of dreams over the years. The rest of the figure was caught in a snare of light that she could never shove away.

She slept through the night with no visit from the boy with the hair spun from gold, but instead with a purring kitten sprawled across her neck.

Beau nodded slightly in approval, taking the oppurtunity to get some rest himself. He set his watch with an alarm, as well as to go off in case anything happened with Emilee.

Beau cleaned off his bed, then snuggled up into the comforter, using the pillow to prop himself up on his side. The night went smoothly, awakening at the sound of his six o' clock alarm. He went into the small hotel shower, cleansing himself. Beau exited the bathroom, putting on another nice suit. Then looked over his plan for Emilee.

Beau checked out of the hotel, got in his car, then headed into town. He had his watch propped up on the dashboard, constantly checking on Emilee, waiting for the right moment

@ k1ssmysass
(Sorry it's shitty right now, my mind is dead)

@ BadStreetBoys

(It's all good!) Emilee slept. And slept. And slept.
She slept past nine, and the clock ticked past ten.

Around ten fifteen, she was woken to the angry scream of the building's main fire alarm. She startled, and stumbled out of bed blindly, taking in the condition of the room, and then inhaling deeply.

Smoke smudged the insides of her nose, acrid and too close for comfort. Not her room, but a neighboring one.

After a moment of quiet surprise, she jumped into action, stumbling to scoop up Moxie, her bitty kitten, and heading deeper into her room to make a grab for her money. As she neared her dresser, heat pulsed from the thin neighboring wall.

Moxie kicked at her hands, claws unsheathed out of fear, the sharp little talons of hers leaving shallow scratches. Despite this, she refused to leave without her money. She had time. She knew it.

It was likely just another toaster oven on fire, or a mishap with a cigarette. Nothing that would go boom.

She rifled through her drawer, hand landing on its target: her purse, filled with bills, stray cat treats, a few loose make-up items, feminine hygiene products, gum, a knife, mace, and an array of tiny do-dads collected as tips at the restaurant.

She snagged it out of the drawer with a groan, the heat beating at her in a warning. She released it, nearly severing a strap, and jogged for the window, headed toward the short fire escape, silently thanking any God she could think of that she was only on the second floor. "Stupid fuckers with their stupid, stupid toaster ovens--" She grumbled, wrenching the window open and leaping onto the rickety fire escape. She left it open to air out and adjusted her hold on the limp with fear Moxie, shoving her into her purse and zipping it most of the way, wincing the whole time. It was the safest place for her to reside while she tip-toed down the creepy, creaking fire escape.

@ BadStreetBoys

(It's all good!) Emilee slept. And slept. And slept.
She slept past nine, and the clock ticked past ten.

Around ten fifteen, she was woken to the angry scream of the building's main fire alarm. She startled, and stumbled out of bed blindly, taking in the condition of the room, and then inhaling deeply.

Smoke smudged the insides of her nose, acrid and too close for comfort. Not her room, but a neighboring one.

After a moment of quiet surprise, she jumped into action, stumbling to scoop up Moxie, her bitty kitten, and heading deeper into her room to make a grab for her money. As she neared her dresser, heat pulsed from the thin neighboring wall.

Moxie kicked at her hands, claws unsheathed out of fear, the sharp little talons of hers leaving shallow scratches. Despite this, she refused to leave without her money. She had time. She knew it.

It was likely just another toaster oven on fire, or a mishap with a cigarette. Nothing that would go boom.

She rifled through her drawer, hand landing on its target: her purse, filled with bills, stray cat treats, a few loose make-up items, feminine hygiene products, gum, a knife, mace, and an array of tiny do-dads collected as tips at the restaurant.

She snagged it out of the drawer with a groan, the heat beating at her in a warning. She released it, nearly severing a strap, and jogged for the window, headed toward the short fire escape, silently thanking any God she could think of that she was only on the second floor. "Stupid fuckers with their stupid, stupid toaster ovens--" She grumbled, wrenching the window open and leaping onto the rickety fire escape. She left it open to air out and adjusted her hold on the limp with fear Moxie, shoving her into her purse and zipping it most of the way, wincing the whole time. It was the safest place for her to reside while she tip-toed down the creepy, creaking fire escape.

@ k1ssmysass
Beau looked at his watch as he realized her bundling was on fire, not the best for her, but it was what could set his plan in action. He pulled off the road and behind an old building. He stripped down to a plan white shirt, jeans and unfurled his large white wings. 'Time for action.' He thought to himself.

In a moment Beau was outside her building, using one strong force of his wings he got up to the top of the fire escape where Emilee was no idiot, he had positioned himself so the light hit his back. Dimming her view of himself, just showing wings. The building was now raging ablaze for t he fire. Hovering in front of Emilee Beau held out his hand.

In his most Angelic voice he spoke softly to her. "Please take my hand, it'll be alright." Beau worried she wouldn't, but he knew from experience, and stories, most people wouldn't deny something they didn't believe.

@ BadStreetBoys

"No shit," She whispered, half in response and half ironically. She wanted to peer back at the building, but even though she couldn't catch sight of the flames, they reflected in her eyes, swallowed by the gem-like hue of her icy retinas.

She took a few steps back until the bar of the fire escape knocked her spine. This was too much like her dreams to be believable. "Either let me wake up or /move,/" She pressed emphasis on her last word.

@ BadStreetBoys

"No shit," She whispered, half in response and half ironically. She wanted to peer back at the building, but even though she couldn't catch sight of the flames, they reflected in her eyes, swallowed by the gem-like hue of her icy retinas.

She took a few steps back until the bar of the fire escape knocked her spine. This was too much like her dreams to be believable. "Either let me wake up or /move,/" She pressed emphasis on her last word.

@ BadStreetBoys

"No shit," She whispered, half in response and half ironically. She wanted to peer back at the building, but even though she couldn't catch sight of the flames, they reflected in her eyes, swallowed by the gem-like hue of her icy retinas.

She took a few steps back until the bar of the fire escape knocked her spine. This was too much like her dreams to be believable. "Either let me wake up or /move,/" She pressed emphasis on her last word.

@ BadStreetBoys

"No shit," She whispered, half in response and half ironically. She wanted to peer back at the building, but even though she couldn't catch sight of the flames, they reflected in her eyes, swallowed by the gem-like hue of her icy retinas.

She took a few steps back until the bar of the fire escape knocked her spine. This was too much like her dreams to be believable. "Either let me wake up or /move,/" She pressed emphasis on her last word.

Beau let out a heavy sigh once again. "I'm trying to save your life here, Emilee. You're making it quite difficult, especially when this is my job." He said, hovering a it lower. Beau looking the fire escap up and down and bit his lip. "Fire escape is gonna crumble in ten seconds so either lets go, or I'm losing my job you're losing your life." He said, once again offering Emilee his hand.

Beau was somewhat relieved when Emilee took his hands, he pulled her up and off the fire escape. Which did break in the few seconds after. After watching it go down and making sure mile still had her purse he had teleported the pair to pretty much the middle of nowhere, it'd give him a chance to talk things over with her.

"Where would you like to start?" He asked, no so sarcastically. Beau gave his wings a slight ruffle, a few feathers falling around him, but he remained as serious as he could. Trying to hide back any emotion, he didn't like them, they caused trouble.

@ k1ssmysass

@ BadStreetBoys
Emilee played along. If it were a dream, that'd be the only way to wake without night terrors related to fire, or falling, or birds, or maybe death. The possibilities for stress were endless.

However, once she was safe, all bets were off. "Start with: what and who the fuck are you?" She backpedaled as she spoke out of impulse. "Start with how d'you know me. Where we are." She listed things off in a sour attempt at helpfulness.

She tugged at the zipper of her bag and allowed Moxie some air, the tiny cat's head popping out to assess the glowing figure in front of her. Her ears pulled tightly back.

@ BadStreetBoys
Emilee played along. If it were a dream, that'd be the only way to wake without night terrors related to fire, or falling, or birds, or maybe death. The possibilities for stress were endless.

However, once she was safe, all bets were off. "Start with: what and who the fuck are you?" She backpedaled as she spoke out of impulse. "Start with how d'you know me. Where we are." She listed things off in a sour attempt at helpfulness.

She tugged at the zipper of her bag and allowed Moxie some air, the tiny cat's head popping out to assess the glowing figure in front of her. Her ears pulled tightly back.