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((is anyone free? ;3))

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{{ Hey [: I'm alive, but since Miss Luna hasn't been replied to I've just been lurking XD }}

[honeybug]

; Marie Sofia Carriedo ;
Status: Leaving for work.

Marie's eyes flickered open, a sharp bright shard of light sneaking through the heavy curtains in her bedroom and hitting her forehead. Her gaze wandered over to the clock on her right. The time read 9:47. The girl winced - she had just over ten minutes to get to work.
"Ughhh..." she groaned, getting up.
Grumling, shehe pulled on her clothes. She wore an white shirt (cleaned by Dawn), a tight black jacket and grey trousers (that were also cleaned by Dawn. After all, it was the least she could do, she was living underneath Marie's roof).
She rinsed her morning breath away quickly with mouthwash, while picking up her house keys and her wallet.
"Bye Dawn!" she yelled into the flat, before she slammed the door and practically sprinted to the stairs and stumbling down them.
"Hey, Miss Sweet!" she called to the front desk. "What time is it?"
"10:03," Miss Sweet replied.
Marie groaned and slowed down. She saw late anyway; it didn't matter anymore.
Pushing the front door open, she took a deep breath of the city air. She was a librarian that was probably about to lose her job.


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[OOC:] If anyone's going to meet up with Marie, they can do so here, on her way work. :]

[Moondancer]

~Skadi~

The demon just smiled again, letting the rat scramble down his chest and on to his lap. He took his time answering, seeing the angel's discomfort and rather enjoying it. To be honest, it was surprising he was still keeping up his calm exterior when every instinct he had was screaming at him to either run or tear apart the angelic creature before him with his bare hands, and the kill instinct was winning. Demons were predators by nature, but as a rule, they also knew to avoid angels. However, this one was weak, alone, and she smelled like prey.

After a while, he cocked his head to the side and began to speak. "To be honest, I don't know what I want from you yet. But I'll answer your questions; let's just say you owe me a favor." Skadi quite liked the idea of having an angel in his debt; even a fallen one could come in handy.

~Caleb & Caster~

"Oh, I know exactly how he got hurt." Caleb replied, hoisting Caster's other arm over his shoulder, taking half the weight. "He ring fights for a living, and he's good at it too. Unfortunately he insists on fighting drunk, says it makes it more fun." He paused for a moment to adjust Caster and ended up with the elf's head lolling on his shoulder.

"Yeah." He replied to Miles' question about being from the army "Well, used to be anyway. Served for ten years; we left around... seven years ago."

He smiled a little in relief when he saw the familiar door of their small home. "Here we are." He said, wrestling a little with the door, one-handed. "If you could just help me get him up the stairs-"

[bubiza]

мιleѕ

"Interesting... job choice." Miles replied, helping him. He'd never met a ring fighter before, and it was defiantly a unique job to have, he thought to himself. "I'm just an engineer, which is pretty boring."Smiling slightly, he scratched his back then turned to the two men.

As he saw their house, Miles instantly started comparing it to his. It was smaller, and not as nicely built, but then again, he was human, so it was understandable. "Interesting house..." he muttered again, feeling like an alien compared to Cas and Caleb. Of course, it wasn't an exact nice feeling to have, since he knew it was kind of snobbish. It was the way most humans were, though, so it was hard to kick that habit.

((Yay homework. In for tomorrow. First lesson. *is making diagram of rock cycle while drawing a door*
Art homework sucks. T__T Well, at least for me anyway.))

[Moondancer]

~Caleb & Caster~

Caleb grinned at the comments, finally forcing the door open and leading them in, kicking the door closed again behind them. They managed to struggle up the narrow staircase and into Caleb and Caster's apartment. Despite being tiny and dilapidated, it still somehow looked welcoming; Caleb had more of a flair for interior design than he liked to admit. The floors were wooden, and creaked no matter how lightly you walked. The walls were plastered with about four different patterns of wallpaper, which were dirty, ripped and peeling at the edges. The only light came from a small window looking out onto the street and several dim gas lamps. Yet, it still managed to look... homely. The furniture was worn and mismatched but clearly well cared for, there were several drawings and sketches of Caster's -who had a bit of skill when it came to art- littered over the floor and walls, along with several wood carvings of Caleb's.

Setting Caster down on the narrow sofa, Caleb hurried into the next room to fetch the few medical supplies they had, along with a few cloths and a bowl of water. "You can stay for a while, if you like. I wouldn't mind some company, since he's gonna be out for a while." He said to Miles with a smile, before turning back to Caster. Removing his shirt, he checked the elf over for serious wounds; no internal bleeding, by the feel of it. He had a few broken ribs, but he's had worse. He ran the cloth over Caster's chest, cleaning the wounds, before bandaging them neatly, before moving on to his head. The cut on his cheek had already stopped bleeding and, as far as Caleb could tell, there weren't any serious head wounds. Just the alcohol then, thankfully.

((I know how you feel. I've got three essays for classical civilization, one for history and two maths papers to do before tomorrow. I've had two weeks to do all of this. Why didn't I start earlier? Why?! XD))

[bubiza]

мιleѕ

Despite the house being much smaller and in worse condition that his own, Miles actually quite liked it. His house was cold and desolate, and just had this... Feeling abou it, he supposed. Caleb's and Cas', however, although was slightly chilly, was actually quite warm and inviting, although it want the sort of place you'd rush out and buy.

"So... You think he's going to be OK?" Miles asked, hoping that everything would be fine. If the elf did end up becomming gravely sick, the creatures could easily sue him. Being a human would give him an advantage, but it would still be a hassle, and one that he could do without.

((Seriousy do not want to go to school tomorrow. Then I'll have to learn and get homework and have to do group work. I hate group work. *is not really that mug of a social person*
And no lie ins. Dx How am I going to survive?))

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~
Natalie tried not to laugh at her friend, but instead a grin came on her face. Atticus did not notice and merely looked upon her face to see the smile, it pleased him greatly although he didn't know it's true meaning. "And wonderful to meet you too," said Atticus with a nod, eh was appreicative of anyone woman, the smarmy suck-up, thought Natalie. He had no realisation of personality, thoughts or even feelings, just looks and comments, whether they were lies or not. Lee was about to shake her head in response to Skyla, but Sir Atticus said, "Oh no, my household servants can sserve her needs," with a posh air about him. Natalie almost visibly cringed. She looked at him, "I wished to ask you Sir about a frightfuly loud explosion i heard this afternoon, it quite frigthened me out fo my skin," she said, batting the eyelashes for extra effect. Atticus replied breezily, "Do call me by first name Miss Jones and besides, I fear the reason for that explosion may be a terrbile one, and it is not kind to force it upon your sensitive mind," he said, then whispered, "There have been rebels," his eyes went big as he showed the seriousness, though he was being so sickeningly patronising. Lee on queue gasped, her hand fanning herself as she wobbled, almost feigning a swoon. "Oh dearie me, where? And have they been dealt with?" she asked, her eyes seemed round, her lashes batting, a false tear brimming at the edge. It made her feel so uncomfortable doing this but she had to. Atticus led her and Skyla into the lounge and set Lee a place on the chaise longue. "They have been punished and most evacuated to safer places, such as here in Londond, in fact there are guards surrounding this ship, but after the terrible rebellion in iceland many of our guards have been deported, I fear with the lack of sentries posted that London may be at risk," said Atticus, letting so much information slip out that Natalie filed in her brain.

~ Andrew Luton ~
Teddy had just nodded and let them go before getting back to his work. Andy followed Sam and Dylan out of the shop, listenign to their conversation. It struck him these two weren't on the best of terms, he wasn't sure whether they were usually like this and it was for banter or whether just him being their had rubbed them up the wrong way.

~ Juliet Connelly ~
"Fair deal," said Jules, she loathed the very idea of it, but it had to be done. Well actually it didn't, it didn't need to be done, but she felt so tangled with herself and her past that she had to ask these questions. She closed her eyes again. The impulse to either run or fight was welling in her body, the age old rivalry barely allowing her to be seated here calmly. She rolled her shoulders, her wings spreading and twitching like tired limbs. She couldn't deicde how badly she needed this, how much she wanted it, whether it was even worth the risk of being in a demon's debt for quite possibly the rest of her life. She was pratically immortal and he would have her in his debt, to be redeemed at any time. She didn't know if she could bear the apprehension.

[Yellow.]

Asher

"Hmm~ But I thought everyone knew all of the lame places were best..." Asher said. She frowned lightly. 'I'm absolutely terrible at picking out clothes... I'm from Spain, so this is a huge weather change, and it doesn't help that there are boxes upon boxes of clothes in here!' She thought, sifting through another box. She immediately shut the box. "That... was not a party dress box." She said, walking over to Luna. "More like scraps of clothing trying to be passes off as clothes..." She muttered. "I'm honestly really bad at picking out clothes. I'm used to Spain's parties which were most likely pretty different from here..." She said, sighing. 'Rust, hmm~ It's been a while since someone's called me that... Somehow, I don't really mind.'

[bubiza]

ѕĸylα

Skyla gave a cough, and sniffed. She didn't have a cold, and instead felt rather... annoyed with this posh bloke in front of her, he thought. Although, truth be told, he was giving out quite a lot of information which could be useful. "That sounds bad, man." she said, listening to what he had to say, then suddenly coughed again. It was probably best if she didn't talk, although she really couldn't help it. At times, Skyla could take a lot to be completely silent, and now was one of them.

Her mind was buzzing with all sorts of thoughts, which made her all giddy. If she was with people she knew, she would be all dramatic about it, since it was one of her talents, overdoing things. If she wasn't so keen on flying, Skyla would have probably made an excellent melodramatic actress, and had considered for a short bit. However, she wasn't that bothered, and continued being her self, looking around eagerly like a hyperactive toddler.

As Sir Atticus carried on, everything seemed to sound bad. He explained about how London was at risk, which worried Skyla slightly. That's just great, isn't it? she contemplated, thinking of ways that she would like to get rid of this overly posh man in front of her, who was obviously causing her friend a lot of grief.

ѕαм

Sam stopped when she saw Andy, and gave a small smile. "Right, shall we get moving, then?" she asked, keen to go. At least he was a distraction to stop her arguing with Dylan, she thought. It was a sort of thing they had between each other. Like sibling rivalry, really, and the fact they knew each other really well. She began walking down the road, and carried on until she finally reached the house a couple of streets away. Instantly she was in awe at the size of it, compared to hers.

"And here we are." she said. "Where all the humans live, and like to look down on us all." she knew she was in the human area of London, so looked around cautiously in case anybody seemed to be walking by. None, it seemed, and she leaned against the fence, waiting for the others to catch up.