Sam tried not to appear as amused as he felt with his brother’s complaints, but he understood the frustration. “On the bright side, hopefully this is a case we can end in a day,” he offered up after a moment, looking over before he climbed into the Impala as well and closed the door, thinking. The thought that a pair of twins, twins who’d only just turned twenty-one, were in so much danger bothered him. Their lives had barely begun and he doubted they were even aware that their lives might be ending on their birthday. “I think the only other plan we could have would be to try to find somebody who knows them and get their numbers… There’s also the possibility that, if they’re not at the house, they may not even be together, which would make things even more difficult…” But, he hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Hopefully, they could end this before it got too bad, before anybody had to suffer, but they were on such a small time limit, he wasn’t sure. “We’ll have to wait until we get to the house and see if they’re there first. Hopefully, they will be and we’ll be a step closer to ending this.”
Eva offered an amused look to her sister as she settled into the seat, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “I usually end up just blocking it all out,” she admitted, settling her gaze out the window, “Maybe this year our birthday wishes will actually come true.” She was doubtful, though. She’d wished for the same thing since she was sixteen, to be free of this town, and she knew Callie had, too, and they hadn’t had the wish granted thus far. It was upsetting, disappointing, but it wasn’t like she’d ever really expected a birthday wish to come true in the first place. Looking to the house when they parked, she sighed. “Yeah, so am I. Tomorrow, things will go back to normal - except now we can legally drink.” She grinned teasingly at her sister before she moved to climb out of the car. “Come on, let’s get inside.”
Nova leaned against the bar, honestly wanting nothing more than to get as drunk as she possibly could, because today had definitely not gone as planned. All she wanted was to pretend that nothing had happened and that she could just pretend everything was okay, so alcohol was her go-to option for the moment to get rid of the world around her. She paused,, though, blinking as she looked to a man who spoke to her, but she offered a mildly amused look. “And how many times have you used that line tonight?” she asked with curiosity as she watched him, taking him in, admittedly allowing herself a moment to admire him. Eventually, though, she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. “Rough day. So, while I usually don’t agree to it, yeah, I think you can offer me a drink, and I’ll definitely take it.” And she was sure it was ill-advised, especially when it came to a stranger, but this man had her attention already, and there was no way she was passing up this opportunity. “I’m Nova, by the way.”
Cillian whistled lowly to himself as he walked, looking forward to what the night’s events had in store for him. After all, he was meeting an angel - a beautiful one at that - to get her to pay up on what she owed him, as they’d agreed. He hadn’t had much else on his mind since meeting the angel, and he wasn’t about to lose a chance to have some fun. And, admittedly, he’d thought about what her lips would feel like against his countless times, but he’d also thought of what her skin would feel like against his, her breath mingling with his, his fingers through her hair and hers through his - and he had no real qualms about admitting such thoughts aloud, especially to an angel when it might get under her skin. The thought made him smirk and, when he spotted her up ahead, his smirk grew as he approached her. “So, you actually showed up,” he mentioned easily, “I’ve gotta admit, I expected you to hide away.” But, he was pleased she was there.
Laelia walked quietly, a file in hand, along with pens and a notebook. She liked doing her research in peaceful areas, without the distractions, so she’d wandered to the nearest park. As far as she could tell, there was only one other person there right now and, while she paid him no mind, she could admit he was attractive. Sitting down on a fountain, she opened the case file to examine it - she didn’t have any active cases to work on right now, the ones she’d heard about, she knew others were already working, so she was working on an older one in the meantime. She’d already made a ton of notes on the case, but she didn’t want to pursue it until she knew that she was onto something, so she sat quietly and focused.
Michael hadn’t really had much to do today - he’d done his usual duties, and he was glad to be done with it, but now he was just bored. It wasn’t really anything new, though; he’d often found himself bored, every since selling his soul way back when. He knew he wasn’t the only demon to ever just grow bored, though, so he mostly just dealt with it, found something to occupy his time and entertain himself. He’d been on the search for that when he realized somebody had bumped into him, but he blinked when he realized who that somebody was. “Queenie,” he said with mild surprise, but he couldn’t help but smirk. This was certainly a change of pace, something that changed his normal, everyday activities, and he wanted to latch onto the opportunity. “Long time, no see.” And, she’d certainly changed during that time - definitely even more beautiful than he remembered. “How about we get a drink, catch up?” He arched a brow, hopeful that she’d agree, but also curious about how her life had been since they’d last seen each other - he tried to push that part of himself away, though.
Aliah busied herself with serving a few of the customers. It was a lot busier than usual, and she supposed it was because there was such nice weather. Hearing somebody calling for her, though, she couldn’t help the nervous frown. Being rushed not only made things more difficult, but it made her risk screwing things up, and the last thing she needed was to screw up with this job. Breathing out, she excused herself from the customers she’d been with, having taken their order, and she went to turn it in before she made her way over to the man who’d called for her - he was cute, she could admit, but his personality sucked. “Maybe you could try being a little more patient,” she pointed out carefully, quietly, because she didn’t want to upset or anger the man, but she also didn’t think it was fair to her or the other customers to demand help right away. Sighing, she flipped her pad nervously to a new page before looking to him. “What is it that you wish to order, sir?”
Calum adjusted his jacket as he waited for the elevator, having a few errands to run before he’d have to deal with work, and a part of him wished that something fun, exciting, different would happen. At the moment, he felt like his life was so… Mundane, so normal and boring, it bothered him more than he cared to admit. He paused, though, when he heard somebody join his side, and, for a long moment, he couldn’t help but to take her in, amazed by her, and he wondered if maybe she was just the thing he was looking for. When she spoke, though, he felt his face warm, and all thoughts disappeared, because he knew he didn’t even have the courage to chase this girl, and he cleared his throat, trying to avoid getting too affected by her words. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I just…” he started, but how was he supposed to explain this without seeming like a creep? Instead of trying to explain himself, he shook his head, blinking when he realized what else she said. “What kind of fun?”
Elora had never really felt pain the way she felt it right now. Everything hurt, from her cuts to her bones, to her very skin, and she was sure it was from being injured so badly then tossed out of Heaven. She was surprised she could even breathe at this point - and a part of her was certain that wouldn’t last long if the bleeding didn’t stop - but she focused all of her effort, all of her strength, into staying alive. She was barely conscious, but she could register somebody speaking, and she’d wanted to call out to them, to speak, but her mouth felt so dry, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to feel any real words without sending pain throughout her whole body. And, she couldn’t really register what the voice was saying, so a part of her worried that whoever it was was there to finish her off - many supernatural beings wanted angels dead, hell, even some hunters did. All she could really manage was, “It hurts” before she felt her consciousness slipping.
Louis had been planning to have a relaxing day in for once. As a hunter, he didn’t get that often, and he felt he deserved it, at least this once. Any thoughts of relaxing and just sitting in, enjoying the comforts of his home, were blown to pieces when he heard a knock, though. Frowning, he stood up. “One day, I just want one day,” he muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, “This better be good!” As he got to the door and opened it, though, he hadn’t seen anybody there at first, until his gaze dropped down, and he paused in shock. “Shit.” He felt awful, in that moment, for being so cranky, but he quickly moved over, certain he could waste any time, because he could see all the blood pooling around her from the few moments she’d been on his doorstep. Quickly, he picked her up, being gentle, and he brought her inside. “What happened to you? What are you?” Because he was sure no ordinary human would just stop on his doorstep, of all places, for help. Still being careful, he took her to his sofa to lie her down. “Stay there.” He felt stupid for saying that, he doubted she could go anywhere, but he ignored the thought and quickly went to get some medical supplies and came back to start fixing her up as quickly and carefully as he could.
November 27th, 2019 at 12:14pm