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

[james moriarty]

| | Derek Elliot Bradshaw | | 19 | | Human | |

Derek's sneakers pounded steadily against the sidewalk as he ran towards the garage - about half a mile away. He had about three minutes to get there, but he was pretty sure he could make it. I mean, he was Derek Elliot Bradshaw - he could do anything, right? He smirked to himself, but his smile quickly fell as he saw the strange boy from before leaning in a doorway up ahead. What, was the guy his stalker? Derek knew a lot of people wanted to look at him, but he had never expected anyone to stoop to stalking. He didn't even break pace as he passed him, but flipped him a very rude hand gesture as he went by.

[angelblaines]

Kurt just yawned at Derek as he passed, appearing once again in front of him as he turned his head back to the sidewalk. "I got you coffee, and this is possibly the nicest gesture I've done for someone I've only heard of, and who is considerably rude. I'd take it if I were you," he murmured bitterly, holding the coffee out to Derek as he screeched to a half in front of him.

[james moriarty]

| | Derek Elliot Bradshaw | | 19 | | Human | |

Derek barely managed to avoid crashing into the strange boy as he rounded the corner. How did he keep managing to stay in front of him, "Look, buddy," he said, exasperated, "I don't have time for this on a normal day, but especially not right now. I've got stuff to do! I'm about to be late for work! So, if you'll excuse me," he shouldered past the thin boy and sprinted the rest of the way to the garage. By the time he got there, his hair was damp with sweat, but he didn't care. He'd made it, and he hopefully he'd be able to hold on to this job for a while.

[angelblaines]

Kurt stood inside the door of the garage, sitting in a chair and sipping at his coffee, gaze focused bitterly on the door. "Man, this guy's a total d***," he muttered to himself, spinning in the chair. "Guess I'll have to break out the wings," he shrugged, sipping at his coffee still.

[james moriarty]

| | Derek Elliot Bradshaw | | 19 | | Human | |

Derek quickly changed into the navy blue coveralls that kept any fluids off his clothing, then went back into the main garage area. He was only half surprised that the strange young man was there. "Who are you, why are you here, and why won't you leave me alone? You have one minute. I want answers." he said with a sigh, leaning against the wall. He would have to do this at some point. Might as well be now.

[angelblaines]

Kurt jumped up, setting his coffee down. "Alright," He murmured, clapping his hands together. "I'm an angel of the lord, born an angel, lived an angel all my life. Guardian angel, to be specific. You're the second person I've been assigned to- I'm not talking about the first, he was years ago- to protect. For some reason you've earned a powerful enemy in the underworld," He said quickly, taking off his jacket and stretching his wings out. "Wings, see? Angel, not lying," he grinned, pointing to his fluffy, white, chestnut-spotted wings.

[james moriarty]

| | Derek Elliot Bradshaw | | 19 | | Human | |

Derek listened to the boy boredly. Bull crap, all of it. This was just some crazy guy who'd escaped from a mental institution or one of those delusional people who thought they could speak directly with god. And how the hell would he have earned an enemy in some 'underworld'? He didn't practice any religion, so he found it hard to believe that the beliefs of any single one should apply to him. "Right." he scoffed, and watched as the boy took off his jacket. His eyes widened as he watched huge feathered wings extend from the boy's shoulders. "What did I eat last night, besides a big bowl of sexy?" he said softly to himself, before turning back into the mechanic's office.

[angelblaines]

Kurt rolled his eyes, promptly walked to the front of Derek, and slapped him soundly across the face. "Listen, you need to get out of this town, or get your a** kicked by demons," he growled, wings out and stretched angrily. "And I'm not allowed to give you the second option," he spat, fists as his sides. If someone were to be standing outside, looking in, they would swear that the taller boy glaring at the younger one was emminating a lightning-esque rage.

[skyl_er]

{Okay. Kurt's very forward. Most arent supposed to know your an angel, but this works in with your setting. x3}

Jasper nervously put his wings away as he saw Lawrence exiting the house. He made no move to go towards him, just stayed where he was, watching subtly. He looked tired. Obviously still in his pajamas, or what he wore for pajamas. As always there were dark circles under his eyes. He knew he couldn't force the boy to sleep, but, it hurt knowing he had no control over that. He had been gaurding him for a while, and he knew more about the boy than he knew himself.. Or so it seemed. Jasper was a bad angel in his own mind. He couldn't even protect him well enough. He stretched his arms above his head, standing, still making no move to go towards him. Even though he wanted to.

[rheia]

Lawrence rubbed his eyes, seriously considering smashing his face off something like a wall. It would certainly wake him up, and he could deal with the concussion that was sure to follow. But, no. That wasn't going to happen. Because he was a mature adult. In some senses. Right now, he honestly couldn't care less about the fact that he was out in public in sweatpants and a batman T-shirt. He just really needed some food. And coffee. Coffee would be good right about now. Yawning widely, Lawrence stretched for a few moments before trudging along the sidewalk. Much to his disappointment, it seemed like food didn't just appear; even if you did wish extremely hard.