Angel? [Gen. 2]{Open and Accepting}[11 Spots open]

[Miko <3]

"Do you think that you could teach me to play something some time?" Lynn asked him curiously. "I'm pretty bad at playing them, so I could use all the help I can get."

[IAmSarcastic221]

John nodded, "Sure, what instrument would like to learn?"

[Miko <3]

"Piano would be nice, but," Lynn began as she looked back in the direction of the home that they would be staying at for a short while. "I'm not sure if Denver has a grand piano or a keyboard at the house. He didn't really seem like the musical type."

[IAmSarcastic221]

John smiled, "I can try to find a way."

[Miko <3]

Lynn smiled when he said that. "Thanks a bunch, John. I'm not sure how I could ever repay you if you find a way. And if you can't find one, then I can choose another instrument or something."

[IAmSarcastic221]

John shrugged it off, "There's no need for repayment."

[Miko <3]

"You sure?" Lynn asked as she looked back at him. "I'll feel bad not doing something in return. I don't think finding a useable piano would be that easy."

[IAmSarcastic221]

John smiled, "It's fine, I know people. "

[~Erica~]

was my character Erica accepted??))

Tristan made his way outside feeling bored, one again he had no one to talk to. There's a shocker, he thought sarcastically to himself. That's the way it went for him it seemed, every now and again he'd talk to someone and then he'd be ignored again, same old same old. He wished he was better at socializing but everyone seemed to be doing something important without him and he didn't want to interrupt. Tristan eyes had gone a dark stormy blue, he kicked at a rock as he walked along outside. Eventually he sat down under a tree and sighed leaning back against it.

[Mystic]

Chanae had woken up with a slight jerk, her eyes cloudy from sleep. Her hair was a wild tangle of a mess and her head felt groggy. She had slept for two hours, but something had woken her up. A.. tinge in her gut. She rubbed her murky blue eyes, letting out a long but quiet yawn. She slowly wriggled out of her blankets and swung her legs over the edge. She looked around the furnished room, searchng fo her brush. Ahhh. She smiled in approval as she found it under one of the flaps of her bag. She yanked it out and slowly went over her pale blonde hair, returning it to its normal, silky state. Suddenly, the tinge in her gut got worse. Ugghh.. whats wrong with me? She groaned, clutching her gut with one hand as the other searched for clothes in her bag. Her wings shifted in agitation, her feathers ruffled from her dreamless sleep. As soon as she found some clothes she got dressed, shoving on a light blue shirt T-shirt and some shorts. She checked herself in the mirrow before she headed out, her large, grey speckled wings nearly knocking a desk over in her attempt to shove through the door. She sighed in relief as her gut started to feel better, the pain just a dim little twinge. It felt like there was some kinda demon near.. She realized, but she put that theory to rest. No demon would dare follow them here.