Brighter Days and Broken Street Lights

Beau clapped his hands together and let out a deep chuckle. "I'm your guardian angel, hence the wings." He said, motioning to them as he spoke. "As well as the whitish, gold hair, uh and the ability to fly and teleport. There's more I can do, but that's a discussion for a later time. My name is Beau McCoy. My job is to keep you alive, and safe, and such. Have you ever had a near death situation that didn't kill you? You're welcome."

When Emilee asked how he knew her he let out a small chuckle again. "I've known you since the moment you were born, I've watched you grow up. Also were outside of town, middle of nowhere. Just so you didn't run away from me and I could keep my job that way."

Beau smiled at the small kitten, then focused his attention on Emilee again. He hadn't realized how pretty she was, from watching her as he had. But she really was, more so in person. He admired her for a moment before giving a brisk shake of his head. He shouldn't be thinking that. She was his guard. He had to keep it professional.

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@ BadStreetBoys

"Thanks," She said with a scowl, "I thought Angels were supposed to be modest an' pure."

She fondly rubbed Moxie's paper thin ear, the small gesture keeping her grounded during the whirlwind of an introduction.

Emilee looked put off by the whole thing. It was truly just the situation she'd just escaped. She couldn't shake it. She'd known something was going to happen, but not this. Not him.

She wasn't complaining, though. Not yet, at least.

@ BadStreetBoys

"Thanks," She said with a scowl, "I thought Angels were supposed to be modest an' pure."

She fondly rubbed Moxie's paper thin ear, the small gesture keeping her grounded during the whirlwind of an introduction.

Emilee looked put off by the whole thing. It was truly just the situation she'd just escaped. She couldn't shake it. She'd known something was going to happen, but not this. Not him.

She wasn't complaining, though. Not yet, at least.

@ k1ssmysass
Beau snickered at the comment and shook his head. "Nope, I mean to be a guardian you can't be someone evil. But modest, pure, nope we're a like like humans. Just better technology and powers." He explained quickly, looking down at Moxie before back up to Emilee.

Beau rubbed his chin a bit, thinking over the situation for a minute. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do." He said and Ruffles his feathers again. "I've got a hotel room booked, since I don't have a house quiet yet, but I will soon enough. I'll bring you back there. You can shower, clean up,I'll order you some food. Then we can figure out what's best for you." He said and gave a small smile.

@ BadStreetBoys

Emilee shifted her weight awkwardly from foot-to-foot. "Ah.. the wings are a tad off-puttin,'" She wrinkled her nose, disregarding his next statement entirely for several seconds before responding easily: "okay!" She had cash, and she would assert her need for power over every tiny aspect in her life by paying for everything in the hotel.

She wanted a cigarette, but with her kitten so close by, she wouldn't dare consider lighting up. She was a simple girl that ran on coffee, carbs, and cigarettes, but her morals were airtight.

That did not mean she trusted him a lick. It wasn't so much him as herself - maybe loneliness concocted a vivid hallucination. Maybe she was like her mother: delusional, shut-off...

Maybe this was real. If it was, it was too real for her to handle. Something so outwardly bright and positive did not fit into her lifestyle. It didn't make sense. Nothing seemed to anymore.

@ k1ssmysass
Beau nodded slightly and took a few steps towards her. Beau reached out and took her hand before teleporting the two back to the hotel he had bought. They were out back where his car and a change of clothes was. He went into the car and changed into clothing to hide his wings.

"Alright. Let's go." He said and headed to the front of the hotel, and inside. Beau was still unsure of how to go about the whole situation. He led Emilee to his hotel room, and then went to his small bag of belongings, searching through them. "To be frank with you, Emilee, I haven't a clue how to handle this. I've never visited one of my guards."

@ BadStreetBoys

"Well you picked the wrong fuckin' one to start with. Should've picked a little kid being abused or something. Would've been easier." She lifted and then dropped her shoulders heavily in a very exaggerated shrug, still very disorientated by the use of teleporting as a means of transportation rather than something of the future.

She gazed around the room, arms folded across her chest, an unconscious physical barrier between them. She didn't want him taking her hand. She wanted to decide what would happen, where they would go...

@ k1ssmysass
Beau rolled his eyes as he stayed knelt at his bag digging through it. "I know how to do my job, I've never had a guard like you. Hence why you're the first." He retorted, finally finding what he had been looking for, Beau shoved a small black box in his pocket and stood up.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and ran a hand through his hair. "Besides something endangering to you, can't do that. We could go get you some stuff to restock what you lost from the fire." He offered and looked down at Moxie. Beau had a soft spot for animals.

@ BadStreetBoys

"What d'you mean by th - by not havin' one like me?" She corrected herself smoothly to make her statement more clear, a skill she'd picked up in customer service eons ago.

She walked with a certain lazy swagger that wasn't normal, but more a gently mocking gesture as she swept her gaze throughout the room. She took a long beat before whirling around to regard him. "Didn't lose much. Ain't got anything there that I need." She admitted truthfully. There was no point spewing lies, as he knew all about her.

She wasn't so sure she was comfortable with that.

Smoking pot, cigarettes, threatening people with knives, crying when she found Moxie, thinking the kitten was dead, shouting fits at her catatonic mother doped up on pain killers to sleep...

Her face got hot, but her cheeks hardly reddened. Her nose sucked in most of the pinkish hue.

@ BadStreetBoys

"What d'you mean by th - by not havin' one like me?" She corrected herself smoothly to make her statement more clear, a skill she'd picked up in customer service eons ago.

She walked with a certain lazy swagger that wasn't normal, but more a gently mocking gesture as she swept her gaze throughout the room. She took a long beat before whirling around to regard him. "Didn't lose much. Ain't got anything there that I need." She admitted truthfully. There was no point spewing lies, as he knew all about her.

She wasn't so sure she was comfortable with that.

Smoking pot, cigarettes, threatening people with knives, crying when she found Moxie, thinking the kitten was dead, shouting fits at her catatonic mother doped up on pain killers to sleep...

Her face got hot, but her cheeks hardly reddened. Her nose sucked in most of the pinkish hue. She let Moxie down, allowing the kitten to scamper off to hide until she adjusted to the change in surroundings.

Beau ran a hand through his hair again and sighed. "All my guards have been upper and middle class citizens. They had their life handed to them. No big disasters. It wasn't hard to watch over them, every so often just make sure and age them from the little things. But none had troubles like you." He explained quietly.

Beau bit his lip as he thought about all the things she had done,and survived, and dealt with. His other guards wouldn't have been able to handle it. He knew that, Beau admired how strong she was. It was an amazing quality.

"And no I insist we need to get you some stuff." He said stubbornly. "You're my guard, my heart and soul is literally invested in you. I would die for you. I want to make sure you have anything and everything you need." He explained and grabbed the car keys off the dresser. "Wanna go now or after lunch?"

@ BadStreetBoys
"After lunch," She proclaimed with little thought, "we can have breakfast for lunch. I doubt you've ever experienced that." A pause. "Just a hunch. Anywho, thanks. That's nice t'know...that someone cares." She bobbed her head, gazing at him with subtly glowing eyes, respect reflected in them.

@ k1ssmysass
Beau gave her a generous smile. "Everyone always has someone who cares, their guardian always will. Some guardians have actually died form heartbreak, usually in the case of suicide or murder, but others too." He said and rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you want to go out for lunch or order room service?" He asked and pulled out his wallet, looking through the cash he held.

@ BadStreetBoys

"We can order in," She said after a moments hesitation. Her purse hit the bed with little noise, and she rifled through it for her violet wallet that was painted with the milky, fiery colors of a sunset. She snapped the clasp open. "I get t'pay for my own food. One condition I have." She tossed her half-up hair back, the bits of frayed hair that'd escaped her pristine bun throughout the night shuddering.

She felt little uneasiness about being alone with an unfamiliar male. Of course, it was someone she felt she knew - perhaps a long ago childhood friend or a lover in a past life - but that little was piled on top of her shakiness, blowing it up so she was feeling boxed in. Her face was still quite washed of color, and the pink in her nose had been erased. Her eyes were wide as ever and foggy. She was slowly coming down from that adrenaline rush.

@ BadStreetBoys

"We can order in," She said after a moments hesitation. Her purse hit the bed with little noise, and she rifled through it for her violet wallet that was painted with the milky, fiery colors of a sunset. She snapped the clasp open. "I get t'pay for my own food. One condition I have." She tossed her half-up hair back, the bits of frayed hair that'd escaped her pristine bun throughout the night shuddering.

She felt little uneasiness about being alone with an unfamiliar male. Of course, it was someone she felt she knew - perhaps a long ago childhood friend or a lover in a past life - but that little was piled on top of her shakiness, blowing it up so she was feeling boxed in. Her face was still quite washed of color, and the pink in her nose had been erased. Her eyes were wide as ever and foggy. She was slowly coming down from that adrenaline rush.

Beau sighed slightly when she insisted on paying. "Fine, food you can feel free to pay for, but I've got an endless amount of money. I don't work for it. Well not lie, you do anyway." He said and picked up the phone, ordering them both a hearty meal.

Beau walked to the bed and laid down on it, he pulled off his jacket and shirt, allowing his wings to spread out. "This honestly feels so good, I hate having them all crammed in my shirt. So uncomfortable." He commented. Beau looked up at Emilee and smiled. "I do have to say, Emilee, you're very beautiful, people don't give you that enough."

@ k1ssmysass

@ BadStreetBoys

"How does one acquire an endless amount of money? Just bein' an Angel?" She guessed, opening her mouth to speak and abruptly clamping it shut as his wings unfurled to their full, glorious length.

"You're an Angel. That sounds very un-Angel like. But thanks. I don't aim for... y'know... looking nice all the time. Makes me a target. Too much effort." She shrugged and grinned sheepishly, settling down on the floor.

@ BadStreetBoys

"How does one acquire an endless amount of money? Just bein' an Angel?" She guessed, opening her mouth to speak and abruptly clamping it shut as his wings unfurled to their full, glorious length.

"You're an Angel. That sounds very un-Angel like. But thanks. I don't aim for... y'know... looking nice all the time. Makes me a target. Too much effort." She shrugged and grinned sheepishly, settling down on the floor.

@ k1ssmysass
"Well being an angel is a simple answer. We have technology that can forge any type of document or currency, simply for the times when we are on earth with our guards." He explained and ran a hand through his hair.

Beau chuckled and glanced over at her. "No no I get it. But you're different, it's very admirable. I like it about you" He explained with a small grin.