|| angélique ? || gaurdian-angel roleplay - Invite Only -

[james moriarty]

((Fine. I start.))

Derek quickly pulled on his jeans, hopping on one foot and simultaneously trying to find his shirt. It was, for whatever reason, hanging on a lamp. He quickly pulled it off, then slid it over his shoulders, not bothering to button it. He had to get out of here. He looked at the young woman still asleep in the bed, the blanket slid down enough to reveal only her bare shoulders. He almost felt guilty leaving this one.... she was sweet. But what else could he do? He grabbed his shoes and went to the open window - cliche? yes - then climbed out onto the fire escape. In about a minute, he had managed to shimmy down to the first level of the metal structure. He stood for a moment, buttoning his shirt quickly and slipping on his shoes, then jumped to the street. He landed hard, but he was used to it. This was a common practice for him.

He stood up with a small wince, then brushed himself off, and began to walk down the deserted side street. The sun hadn't even risen yet, and he was immensely glad that there weren't any early-morning joggers to see his escape.

[rheia]

((>:U Bad Derek. You should at least leave her a thank you note!))


When Lawrence woke up, he didn't even think to question where he was. It was more than common for him to wake up in obscure places around his house; his favourite being the time he woke up with his face in the toilet. He didn't get any warning of being tired, he just fell asleep. It saved him countless hours of forcing himself to sleep, though. Waking up, curled in a ball on the stairs was actually pretty normal for him. He stretched himself out, barely stifling a yawn. Rubbing his eyes none too gently, Lawrence forced himself into an upright position; nose wrinkling softly at a small ache in his back. If the grumbling noise his stomach was making was any indication, he was hungry. But, then again, when wasn't he hungry. Lawrence yawned widely as he stood up, squinting at the still dark hallway; coming to the conclusion that he had either risen unnaturally early, or had slept right round the clock. He was hoping it was the former. Stifling yet another yawn, he made his way through the darkness; cursing loudly when he walked into the door that led to the kitchen. The light switch for the hall was, inconveniently, upstairs, and Lawrence wasn't risking killing himself on some stairs just to turn on a light.

With a grumble, the brunet kicked open the door, and made his way over to the fridge; wincing at the light it gave off when he pulled the door open. Lawrence settled for taking a swig of milk from the carton, and grabbing a slice of cold pizza – not that he had much choice unless he wanted to risk setting fire to something making an omelette.

[angelblaines]

((Hmm so Kurt is Derek's angel then I guess

As Derek passed him, Kurt gazed after him from his position in the shadows. He looked...Interesting. But nothing he'd ever get too attached to. He blinked, his glasz eyes reflecting the early morning sunrise, and illuminating them in the darkness. He moved himself, appearing this time sitting right on the bridge Derek passed, merely 2 feet away. "That was rude," he commented, holding out a hand and examining it.

[skyl_er]

{I'll respond later- At my friend's Aunts, no computer.}

[james moriarty]

Derek was never nervous about this kind of thing, but for some reason, this time felt... Different. He felt almost guilty. His eyes were cast down at the pavement, but he looked up when he heard a voice coming from his left. He looked, and was surprised to see a young man sitting there, looking completely at ease despite the early hour. He was tempted to ignore him and continue walking, but if this guy had seen him climb out the window and knew the girl he had slept with... "What do you mean?" he asked casually, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.

[angelblaines]

"Her," Kurt murmured, tossing his head nonchalantly towards the direction Derek had come from. "I mean you could've at least left a note," he shrugged, still examining at his hand.

[james moriarty]

Derek glared at him, "What the hell are you talking about?" he replied defensively. What, this guy expected him to admit that he ran away after a one night stand? No way, "Why are you even talking to me? Who are you?" he demanded. The boy, for some reason, did look a bit familiar, but he didn't know why.

[angelblaines]

"I'm your angel, jacka**," Kurt quipped, putting his hands behind him and launching himself forwards onto his feet. "So you'd better start treating me like one, and not just some idiot that you think I am," he countered, eyes narrowing until they were slits of icey blue.

[james moriarty]

"Crazy son of a..." Derek mumbled, scoffing, then threw and handful of change at the boy's feet, "You could've just asked for change." he said over his shoulder as he stalked away. Homeless people were getting more and more creative and desperate these days. He was almost immediately lost in his thoughts again, reliving the night before. He had met her at a bar, she had been reluctant at first, but easy enough to charm. It was almost pitiful to think that he could go out, night after night, and convince almost anyone he wanted to go to bed with him.

[angelblaines]

Kurt stared blankly down at the coins as they rattled on the ground, arms behind his back. He shook his head, and once again appeared in front of Derek. "I don't like it either, but I've been assigned to you, to keep you out of trouble," he murmured, acid in his tone. He truly didn't want to be this ingrate's angel. He knew whose angel he'd rather be, whose angel he was.