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Jul 6, 2018 21:51:23 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Jul 6, 2018 21:51:23 GMT
Alex Marshall
"Luck has always been on my side, bud," she commented on what he shot at her, the same sarcastic tone lacing her words perfectly. It truly had been the opposite all her life, which was no secret since it was easy to spot on her anyway. The scars, the way she acted and reacted, even if she tried her best to hide it, it'd have no use. Which was why she had stopped hiding a long time ago, carried her scars and her messed up self as best she could. But clearly she needed his help, or anyone's for that matter. It pained her to admit, asking for help was such a burden to carry. Someone else could get hurt, or annoyed with her, it was a risk to take. But it also was why the contract interested her, this way she had security figuratively and literally, which was truly what she needed. "Good, that's what we need, don't we?" She sighed, pulling her leg up to get herself more comfortable whilst listening to him speaking further. "It was pretty official with our troops, the entire platoon used it. Our lieutenant was the one to teach us all that slang, actually. During one of our first briefings, we just added in our own versions as well," she shrugged slightly with one of her shoulders, her gaze away from his and turning dull at the memories, the thought of her platoon. "We had a close bond though, we were family," a small smirk appeared on her lips again when she looked back at him, nodding slightly and gulping down coffee with a blocked throat. "Hey, actually. You're gonna be here quite often, right? I think you should take a look around, see where the important shit is. I wish I could say that you don't have to check my bedroom, but that's probably where you'll end up a lot and it's where the dangerous shit is too. You can.. You know, make yourself comfortable, I guess, just don't start throwing things out or making too many changes."
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Jul 6, 2018 22:38:58 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 6, 2018 22:38:58 GMT
Jonathan
"Well in a way. Probably not in your eyes, but in everyone else's it would seem like a miracle that you survived all the shit you went through," he said as he glanced at his mug again and stirred it once more, thinking back at everything she had told him yesterday as to what had happened with her girlfriend and the plane crash and all that. He really was thinking that either she had a very good guardian angel, or a demon that would love to keep her suffering for the rest of her life. If that was the case they were up for some trouble since he was now taking care of her well being, and if someone tried to do something, they were up for a death play. He looked back up when she responded and nodded calmly. "That's exactly what we need, I'm glad you could think of something so soon, I didn't expect an answer that soon even though I said I wanted one today." He said and shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee to wash away the morning feeling. "Hmm, interesting. It's the first time I hear of that, then again, I can't say that I've met a lot of people in the military for the past fifty years, so that could just be me." He shrugged and could only imagine what it'd be like on a normal human military field. He had seen a lot of battles, but all those battles had occurred between the natural enemies, and he didn't really follow up on human warfare, he had to when some wanted a deal with him, and he picked some stuff up out of it, but it didn't interest him all that much. For some reason her talking about it made it interesting for him though, it seemed a lot different than what he had thought of it. He looked up at her again as his gaze had lowered for a moment thinking, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly as he saw a small smirk on her lips. "Having family is important," he said to that, he could only imagine how it'd be. When she talked about taking a look around the house he glanced back at the entire loft he had never been in besides now. It wasn't a bad idea to check out the surroundings too, so he knew what he could expect and where he could expect it. "I'm gonna be here as long as you're alive, so I'd like to think that that'll be quite a while yes," he mumbled more to himself than directed to her. "I might be the lord of hell but I'm not gonna throw your shit out, it's your house, I shouldn't have a say in it. As of now I haven't noticed anything yet that bothered me around here, so you shouldn't worry to much about me changing anything either," he said and finished the coffee, stepping out of the kitchen into the living, glancing around as he did, making small notes in his head as he was doing that. "I'm curious as to what that dangerous shit includes," he said as he continued walking around and then looked back at her. "Should I figure everything out myself or will you be kind enough to show me around?" He then asked, a small smile dancing around his lips.
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Jul 6, 2018 23:25:57 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Jul 6, 2018 23:25:57 GMT
Alex Marshall
"Been called a fucking miracle all my life, truly is a delight. It's what you call a miracle, because it sure as Hell doesn't feel like a miracle to me," she answered, a sigh leaving her lips again. Perhaps that sounded rather harsh, so she shook her head and wove slightly with her hand as to wave off her own comment. Her tone always got so sharp when she got called a miracle. This wasn't a miracle, living with the demons in her mind, not being sure what reality is, constantly having to keep a drink at hand and calm herself down from the flashbacks. It would have been a miracle had she overcome her trauma, but she was still very much in the middle of it and sinking deeper, it seemed. "Maybe one day I'll agree," she then decided to add on, to not sound entirely bitter and rotten. "If you give me a deadline, I'll meet that deadline," she mumbled and finished her coffee, placing the cup into the sink by leaving over the counter. "Probably just you, war is still going on strong, bud. Whether it's within the streets you grew up on or the whole world," her words ached in her own heart, because it was true and it was sad. She had grown up in dark streets, where the outcast lived and it was war everyday. Surviving not only the authority, being a minority within a minority was a war itself. Perhaps one day she'd embrace it, but for now she knew it was safer to look and act as white as she looked, rather than showing her true colours. The way she spoke revealed it though, that she grew up in the hood, it constantly switched between normal English, to slang. "Can't relate," she commented on what he said about having family. The family that should have loved her left her, the families she created went away too, died mostly, there was not much to cling onto. Not much importance anymore, despite a void in her heart. "You never know how things turn out, Jonathan. But I'm assuming now that you are here, I'll get to live a little longer. Eventhough I've practically beaten all the odds already. Truly gotta figure out what the fuck's up with that, it's been fucking annoying. And you better not fucking throw shit out my house, I'll show you the embodiment of what you are in a human," she smirked innocently, watching him as he walked out of her kitchen, tilting her head slightly whilst her hands rested between her legs on the cold countertop. "I just meant some shit like a bed, or whatever the fuck you need to have if you are making long days here," she then explained further, before he actually started changing her interior. She worked hard on that, this house was tuned finely to her style. It was industrial, it was dark, but it was also open and spaceous. The large windows and white walls helped. Her furniture was dark, either wooden or a dark steel. Apart from her couch, but the fabric was still dark so it all sold to the balance between light and dark in the house that created a clean feeling, but also cozy due her smart use of decorations. Plants, paintings, small miscellaneous things.. She had to admit she was proud of what she had done to her home, it wasn't a big place, but it was just right. Perhaps a bit too big for her alone, but she was sure the Devil watching her would stop by enough to fill the emptiness and bring back life to the place. "You know, the regular," she then spoke up about her dangerous things, letting out an innocent chuckle. "I'll show you around, but don't expect a detailed tour, it's just a house," she sighed and jumped off the counter, walking to the living room and waving around a bit with her hands. "Et voilà, le salon," the small but wild gestures of her hands emphasized her use of French, though she sounded sarcastic. "The corner spot of the couch is mine, I'll stab you if you take it," she warned him then, pointing at the couch with a serious look while looking at him. "CDs and DVDs are in the drawers under the TV and stereo, got a pretty decent collection so I'm sure you can find something. Otherwise use Netflix or go online, TV's got internet and the stereo is connected to it. Also has an AUX cord, should you want to play something other than CDs. Dining table, chairs, very pretty. The set of drawers there has some stuff in it for the dining table. Tablecloths, that kinda shit. Now," she waved him over to follow her, whilst walking left from the living room, passing the big kitchen island to her frontdoor. "The frontdoor, should you intend to ever use it. The door to your right here is the bathroom," she opened the door up to reveal a bathroom with white metrotiles on the walls, grey cemented tiles on the floor and again dark furniture in a decently sized room. She could fit a stone bathtub in it, a decent sized shower that was separated with the rest of the bathroom by steel outlined glass tiles. There was a toilet and sink with a big mirror above it too. In the corners on either side of the mirror and sink were tall open cabinets, black as well. They held towels and other supplies one would need in a bathroom. She had some shelves too above the bathtub, one small and pretty low and two higher and larger. In the shower there was a small shelf too, for her shampoo and things like it. It was neat, once more, it looked clean and almost undisturbed. Her house wasn't a mess at all, she liked keeping it organized to keep her mind more organized. Until you went to the second floor. She closed the door again and walked around the corner of the bathroom, as her living room and kitchen was basically L-shaped. Around the corner there was another door. "Pantry, doesn't need much more explanation," she spoke as she opened the door. "Behind those boxes of cat litter is a board you can remove. It's where I have a 9 mm and ammo, should I ever need it." She admitted, sighing softly and waving slightly with her hand. "Let's go upstairs," she closed the door again after turning off the light in the pantry and went up the steel stairs next to the door. The cat raced between her feet, fleeing upstairs as well to which she started cursing again. "I swear to fucking Hades if you don't watch the fuck out next time I will take your eyes out and feed them to you, Kura!" she snared to the fuzzy cat that sat down next to the stairs, waving his tail playfully. A sigh left her lips again, walking further as she moved to what was her bedroom, which was basically the entire second floor. It was messier, clothes scattered everywhere and a door to the left. Her bed stood in the middle, against the wall, with two small nightstands next to each side. On the right side there was a big dog bed, surrounded by a few balls and a plush teddy on top. On her bed there was a big teddy bear as well, black with beads for its eyes and covering 1/3 of her bed easily. One pillow laid in between its legs and the other was dangling off the edge. She fixed her sheets and placed the pillow back where it should lay, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Next to the stairs, that were slightly off center, were railings from the same dark steel. On the longer side there was a desk. It held a large screen from her computer, a few notebooks and pen holders and some other small stuff. Next to that, in the corner stood a big plant. Her desk chair was made from black leather, worn in with a few cracks due it being old. On the other side stood two guitars, one acoustic and the other electric with amp. On the side of the wall that connected were some shelves, filled with books and some personal belongings, below it stood a keyboard with a small bench. And next to that was a door, which she sort of gestured to. "My closet, it's a walk in closet but it's not anything massive. There's a vault in there too, that's where the dangerous stuff is. Or most of it, I should say. Guns, ammo, drugs and cash. Also some blades but I got two more in the drawer of that nightstand," she spoke up after a brief silence, pointing to the nightstand with her perfectly manicured thumb. "There are also very important belongings in there, if any of it ever gets lost, I will lose my shit. You can have anything that's in there, truthfully, but not that stuff," she admitted. Next to the door was a set of drawers, to which she pointed. "Underwear, that kinda shit. In one of the drawers there's a Glock. I know, I'm heavily armed for someone so tiny and alone, whatever. I gotta be, I want to be. It's all unregistered anyway, no one misses it." She ended her little tour with that, sitting up more and looking up to him. "And with that, welcome to my humble loft. I'm not one for house tours so.." She shrugged slightly and rubbed the back of her head with a small smirk dancing on her lips. "I think they are overrated, but it's that you need to know where the stuff is that might potentially hurt me, or hurt someone else. Oh, fuck, by the way," she stood up and walked to her nightstand, picking up the bottles of pills. "Sleeping pills, anti-depressants.. Got more in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and in that vault here. But that in the vault is you know.. The illegal stuff."
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Jul 7, 2018 0:27:46 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 7, 2018 0:27:46 GMT
Jonathan
He listened to her again and shook his head slightly at her words. “I didn’t say I think of it as a miracle, if I were in the same situation I’d call it a curse if I had to live with such trauma’s,” he said and shrugged, showing a small smile with what she added on to her words. Maybe indeed, if she could finally overcome all the shit that was happening right now, and he didn’t thank that would be any time soon. “I know war is still going on, on more places besides the known ones. I just never get requests anymore or get deals from people in the military, most of them praying to the Gods when they’re about to die. Good for them, and good for me as it saves me time and souls to take care of. I don’t see use in doing a dangerous job, knowing you might die and being afraid of dying, praying to a God that probably listens but can’t do shit about it, wishing they hadn’t made that choice. Where’s the honor in that,” he sounded bitter when he said those words, and didn’t want to go further into that. He had seen that happen more than enough, and it disgusted him in a way. He shook it off easily as he relaxed again and the glint of disgust in his eyes disappeared. He chuckled again as he looked at her and his mood switched quickly once more from the hatred he had felt a few seconds ago. “At least we have on thing in common then, I can’t relate to that stuff either,” he said and didn’t think further about it, he didn’t need a reminder of what he had had of a family, or what he never had. “I do hope you’ll get to live longer now that I have to take care of your mental well being and safety, otherwise the contract would be pretty useless now wouldn’t it.” He said, shrugging again as he looked at her furniture closely, appreciating the way she had set up this place. “I’m fine with sleeping on the floor, a bed is unnecessary luxury for me, I’ve lived in worse scenario’s rather than just not having a bed.” He said, glancing around and already trying to spot anything that could potentially fall under dangerous shit or important shit that she might not be telling about later on, he had to do a decent job anyway right? “I’m not expecting you to give me a tour like those people that sell houses you know, as long as I know the basics I’ll be happy to explore the little things myself.” He said with a smirk and followed her gestures around, keeping track of everything she told. She had a nicely put together house, he could appreciate that. He calmly followed her around the place, keeping the important stuff in his head like the 9mm that was hiding in the pantry and every other place that might be hiding dangerous goodies he yet had to explore. He chuckled when she started cursing at the animal again, feeling bad for the cat in a way, as long as she didn’t kill it or harm it when he was around all would be good. Thought he doubted it would ever turn out that way, but who was he to know really. He didn’t know shit about her just yet besides the things she told him. He followed her gestures once more when she was telling him about what was were, nodding slightly to himself as he would remember that if things went badshit crazy around here. He honestly was surprised that she had kept herself alive for so long. “I’m not gonna take anything away,” he said as she was telling him that he could have anything but the personal stuff she had. He wasn’t gonna make all the dangerous stuff disappear or anything that could harm, he would just remember to keep track of it and keep an eye out for it. “I’m not questioning anything, if you feel safe around with arms who am I to judge, it could save your life,” he said and nodded when she said that was it. “Hmm, nice place you got, and as long as my mind let’s me I’ll remember everything you told me what is where,” he said calmly and raised his eyebrows as she had seemingly forgotten something, nodding again when she told about the pills and the illegal stuff in the vault. “Good to know. Thanks for the house tour, it’s much appreciated,” he said with a small smirk and looked at the teddybear, not questioning it for now, they still had a long way to go to get familiar with eachother anyway.
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Jul 7, 2018 0:50:33 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Jul 7, 2018 0:50:33 GMT
Alex Marshall
It seemed better to shake off what he replied to her on their war topic, though she couldn't disagree. Holding one of her fellow soldiers in her arms, they were praying to God, wishing for redemption and hoping God would have a spot in Heaven for a soldier like them. It made her angry, because at the time it seemed like God didn't exist. Why would God let this all happen otherwise, had He abandoned mankind truly? But now she was walking with the Devil in her home, it was hard to believe there wasn't a god as well. Which actually justified her anger towards Him, making her scoff at the thought. She hummed to his words, let it be for the rest since she didn't feel like poking the sensitive spots he seemed to have as well. Such disgust was easy to read and dangerous to look into. Her gaze had faded off to the bottle of pills in her hand, twisting it slightly and listening to the pills ticking against the plastic in their downfall. "Hm.. Not a problem," she hummed softly, putting the bottle away as she looked at him. "Is there anything else you want to talk about now that you are here? I'm still free until the afternoon so I got proper time now." She walked to the stairs again, looking over her shoulder for a moment to see if he'd follow, but not exactly waiting long on him either. She just went down the stairs and plopped down on her couch, in the corner spot, getting comfortable. "Any more codewords? Any rules, anything you wanna know?" She spoke up then, thinking if she could come up with anything herself that she wanted to know.
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Jul 13, 2018 21:46:58 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 13, 2018 21:46:58 GMT
Jonathan
He was glad she didn't go further into the war and family thing. He didn't mind talking about the things that annoyed him or made any other emotions show, but he didn't want to swing around with them either. He was supposed to be the feared devil after all, he should feel no emotions. Yet since he has involved himself more in the human world than down in hell, he picked up pretty much all of the human traits his whole kind had sworn off so it seemed. And yet he saw more and more demons go alongside humans instead of hating them for what they were. He erased it out of his head for now, as it was no use getting worked up over nothing as she wasn't asking anything of that. There was time enough for it anyways as he was stuck to her for the rest of her life, there were worse ways to spend a lot of years, he didn't hate her after all and he doubted that his interest in her would fade soon. He looked up when he heard her talking again and tilted his head slightly as he was thinking, looking pensive. Nothing came to mind and he waited for them to be both downstairs again before answering. "No, I don't think so. I got the codeword that I asked for, I don't need more than one after all to know that shit's going wrong. All the rules are in the contract, no notes to accompany that. I'll be there when you need me no matter what time or reason. You'll have to tell me though whenever you feel that it's best for me to stay over. I'm not going to snoop around in your messed up head just to get to your thoughts and emotions. I will of course also read into the situations, but when I don't see a reason to stay, yet you rather have me staying, then tell me." He said calmly as he looked at her, standing as he didn't feel the need to sit down, he didn't want to become lazy. "Do you got any questions or remarks? Since you told me a lot about your shit and the main things that I need to help you with, it'd only be fair that you'd get to know something more from me than being the devil and my name's Jonathan," he said as he kept her focus on her.
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Jul 13, 2018 22:02:22 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Jul 13, 2018 22:02:22 GMT
Alex Marshall
She listened to what he had to say, though it was hard to keep her focus. She could put the blame on her fatigue and not being able to hold her attention for long due that, but being tired never stopped her from doing bad things so listening to him talk shouldn’t be a problem either. She hummed softly to his words, thinking about how hard it would be to admit she rather had him stay over. Sure she had a good pokerface up until the moment she’d actually break, but that also meant she wouldn’t ask for help at all and she refused to do it with this contract as well. But she kind of had to, because that was the whole point of the contract. That alone made it all sound like a bad idea, she hated asking for help. A sigh left her lips as she nodded to it and looked up to him, thinking whether she wanted to know more about him or not. And if she did, what did she want to know? You could ask the devil many things, ahy he reigned in Hell, why the world was the way it was. Or who he was, what did he do in his free time. Did he knit? That would be a sight she’d love to see. But it actually didn’t quite interest her. She liked knowing as little as possible about others, and otherwise she would figure things out herself with some digging. She doubted her chances with the devil though, bet he didn’t have any police records. She rather would have had him know less about her, but the contract really contradicted that. It wasn’t that she was scared she’d get hurt by him, but she usually remained a ghost in most people’s lives and just faded away after a little bit. It was better and easier that way, because she didn’t do anyone harm with her own shit. “What’s it like to rule in Hell?” She then asked, quite out of the blue for herself as well. But then again, wouldn’t any human be curious to know? “I really don’t gotta know if there are like nine circles of Hell or an eternal fire or whatever. Some purgatory. I’m curious to what you think it’s like. I’d imagine it being a pain in the ass, so many dumbfucks live on earth, let alone what happens between worlds.”
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Jul 13, 2018 23:09:45 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 13, 2018 23:09:45 GMT
Jonathan
He knew it would be a struggle for her to say when she really needed his help and that he probably had to get familiar with her way of acting if he wanted to know if he was needed or not, and fast in that. Though if she didn't say anything it would beat the purpose of the contract in the first place, than he could just let her die if she didn't mention anything. It'd be an easy soul for him and she would be dead like she should've been all those times ago. He waited for her to say something, give a reaction to anything that he had said and all he got was a nod and somewhat pensive eyes that were looking back at him. He had noticed the struggle of focusing but didn't mention it, he had lost focus before too so it wasn't fair for him to say anything about it, especially after her little outburst yesterday when he did say something about it. He'd rather have the tension low if he had to work with her to save her from doing stupid shit. When she finally spoke he was caught off guard for a small moment, thinking about her question and nodding slightly to what followed after her question. "It is a pain in the ass indeed. The contracts are the fun part most of the times so I can actually get away from hell for a bit. Some respect me, some defy me, and people will have known if they did something stupid. It's a bother most of the time, and it get's boring quickly. I wouldn't recommend this as a go to job for humans that call themselves Devils, they wouldn't know what hit them. They'd be fairly disappointed." He said calmly as he shrugged. There wasn't anything spectacular about the whole thing. "I should actually thank you for being an excuse I can use to keep myself from what they expect me to do, I can't break a contract after all," he said with a light smirk dancing on his lips.
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Jul 13, 2018 23:19:30 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Jul 13, 2018 23:19:30 GMT
Alex Marshall
His answer to her question actually pleasantly surprised her. What she had imagined was him being all proud and egocentric about what he was ruling in Hell, how he ruled it. But boring? That she never had figured out. But it did make her laugh, because the idea of Hell being boring to the devil was actually funny to her. It was a short laugh, raw but genuine. “Right, I guess it’s true what they say. Persephone really is the evil bitch down in Hell and Hades is just a dork,” she chuckled, though didn’t mean for it to sound disrespectful, so she waved her hands slightly in the sense that she wasn’t actually calling him a dork. “Is there actually a Persephone in your life?” She then asked, standing up to walk to the kitchen and grab some more coffee, or at least put the damn machine on to get more coffee made because spilling it before wasted most of the brewed goodness. “Or does the devil not do love and dates? Wouldn’t blame you honestly.” A small scoff followed after she spoke, waiting for the cofee impatiently by ticking her black nails against her stone counter.
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Jul 13, 2018 23:41:40 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 13, 2018 23:41:40 GMT
Jonathan
He widened his eyes slightly as she seemed to genuinely be surprised by his answer, even getting a short laugh out of her due it. Was it that hard to believe that hell became boring after so much time? Of course you'd get a different answer if you asked God the same question, he would love every part of it or something cheesy like that. Then again he would never want to imagine being in God's place, who would seriously. When she said something again it really surprised him, raising his eyebrows as the words got to him. He didn't see that as disrespect, not from her at least as she was a special case for now, and besides, it was one of the first times he had seen her somewhat amused since yesterday, so he didn't want to destroy that. He followed her with his eyes after the question and thought about it. "No, there isn't. It's not that I don't do love and dates, I've loved more than I should've. But things don't always go as planned." He said calmly as he thought about it. He had had some love interests, but they faded soon. It's been years since he had any romantic interest in someone, partially because he has a horde of hid followers that would love for him to get interested in them. And well that worked quite the opposite. "The few times I've felt love was mostly during contracts as you get to be with people for extended periods of time. Then again, I wouldn't call it love, it's more like a cheap residue of it," he said, shrugging. It wasn't really a hard topic to talk about, and it's not like she could use any of it against him, he'd find it funny if she would though.
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Jul 14, 2018 0:02:48 GMT
Post by pieceofmind on Jul 14, 2018 0:02:48 GMT
Alex Marshall
It didn't surprise her that he didn't have a serious love interest, she'd imagine it being practically impossible to have one when you had to rule over hell. That and most people were mortals, weren't they? His contracts especially, so the few immortals that were in hell probably weren't candidates. All lost or tortured souls that were no match for something so complex and intense. How would one go about loving the devil? Sure there were worshippers, followers, all those kinds of people or creatures that had some type of love for the devil. But was one seriously capable of loving him for his soul, his morals and his needs? It slightly surprised her, however, to hear that he had somewhat fallen in love during contracts. A cheap residue of love, he called it. Which made her wonder further. "Have you ever felt real love, then? You say you can't call it love, more a cheap residue, so you'd imagine you have felt the full extent of actual love. Experienced it," she thought out loud, pouring the coffee into her mug when it was finally done. "You've loved more than you should have.. Who was it?" She then asked, returning to the couch and looking at him again once she sat down. "Sounds like there's one hell of a story coming up, I'm curious to see if you actually pull through."
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Jul 14, 2018 10:18:05 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Jul 14, 2018 10:18:05 GMT
Jonathan
He knew what she was probably thinking of how someone would really be able to love him for him, and not for what he was. Then again he couldn't blame her, it probably was hard to think that the Devil would have any love interests at all with how he was portrayed all these ages. Not that he minded, it was always funny to shock people that adored 'the devil' as a mythical creature, only to meet him, looking perfectly human in this form anyway. He lived for surprises like that. When she reacted to his words he was thrown out of his thoughts again, waiting for her to finish her sentence before chuckling lightly. He felt something bad coming up already. Out of all the things he had been prepared for to talk about, this wasn't one of the things. "Out of all the questions you can ask," he said with the same soft chuckle and shook his head slightly, sitting down as he didn't feel like standing anymore as he knew this could take a while. "I don't even know if I can pull through it, maybe I'll surprise my self for once," he said as he made himself more comfortable on the couch thinking of where to start. "I have, but that was ages ago. Like.. the 19th century somewhere. Just a random girl, also asking for help when she was in trouble, and for some reason I heard it rather than God doing a fuck to help her since it was faith or some bullshit like that. I never looked into her, but as I kept by her side something grew within me, and I still despise myself for letting that happen. I never told her what I was, called me her hero for saving her 'miraculously' that day. My followers didn't like me changing due a mortal, wanting me to go back as I was. In their defense I was becoming a bit soft, not something you'd want for the devil to be if he had to take care of so much condemned and rotten souls before they were sprouting everywhere. I never told her anything, stayed by her side as a friend until she died of an illness that wasn't to be cured in those times. It took around ten years for her finally to notice that there was something not quite right with me, that I didn't age. And before she figured it out fully she died, leaving me with bitter regret as to why I never told her about my feelings and what I was when she said she had liked me more than a friend before she ultimately died, her soul pure enough to reach the heavens. The again, I'm quite glad I never told her. It's only get me more disappointed if I had told everything en she were to die." He said with a sigh as he thought back about it. "I didn't get involved in humans lives for about 150 years after that happened. I made my deals, but I never wanted to get involved into any of anyones life. It's pretty recent that I'm doing this shit again. At least I don't have to worry about falling in love with you," he said with a chuckle as he looked over to her. "No offense," he said shortly after, he just didn't see anything happening and since she had had a girlfriend which she stills grieves for since her death, it was a safe bet she might not ever be able to love in her mortal life. "So far my first decent love, the second was a bit more... exciting," he said as he thought back on it, that was right after he had begun to get involved with humans again, he just was stupid for doing things like that.
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Jul 14, 2018 14:14:12 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Jul 14, 2018 14:14:12 GMT
Alex Marshall
She listened carefully, trying not to miss a thing whilst holding the coffee mug with both hands and sipping every once in a while after it cooling down slightly. Every now and then she would nod, mention that she was still listening but mostly she was just intrigued. The 19th century was a long while ago and she wondered what those times truly were like, rather than reading it through books. Things were far simpler, she knew that much, technology wasn’t ruining anything yet. People didn’t live that long, which helped the population a lot because there were far too many on earth now. But she wouldn’t want to live in that century, having lived her life in this age for almost 25 years now. The change would be far too weird, though adapting wasn’t exactly the problem. Until her appearance would have to adapt with it. She had grown fond on her dark green locks, the piercings she had and especially her tattoos. Sure, she could lose the piercings, probably. But the tattoos? That was a tough one. From her knowledge the art of tattooing wasn’t that known back then, if at all. “It’s sad to have missed that shot,” she finally spoke after collecting her thoughts a little. “I think the grief of having loved someone fully is easier than never having the chance to do so and seeing them pass away. You get to live with so many regrets,” she spoke, sighing softly as she looked at her hand, holding her fingers up slightly whilst still holding the mug with that left hand. There wasn’t an engagement ring on there anymore, but she could still remember the way it looked, the way her fiancée looked at it every time. It did sting a lot, but you had to keep going because people didn’t allow you to ever grief to your full extent. She never had the time or chance to actually grief over what had happened and that was quite the burden too. “None taken,” she spoke then, rolling her eyes as she finished her coffee. “I wouldn’t even know if I’d be capable of loving a dude any way, never really felt attracted to the opposite gender,” she spoke honestly, putting her mug on the coffee table. “Let’s keep that one for another time, cool? Soon and I’ll know about all your love stories and there will be nothing more to share. That’s gonna get boring real quick, especially since we’re stuck with each other for the rest of our lives.”
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Halo
Aug 22, 2018 13:25:19 GMT
Post by Sara Gather on Aug 22, 2018 13:25:19 GMT
Jonathan
It amused him that she genuinely listened to him when he was talking about his personal experiences. Not everyone care about stories someone had to tell, especially those sappy love stories that have no use to be spoken out load. Then again, he was gonna be stuck with her for the rest of her life, and after that when he takes her to hell, so he might as well make the most out of it if she really is that interested in his life. He knew a lot about her already, so it would be only fair for her to know some things about him too. He nodded calmly to her words when she said that it is sad to have missed that chance, the grief he felt took him 150 years away from human lives after all. "It's a long time ago now, it's easier to talk about when it happened over 200 years ago, you get a lot of time to think things over and get over it. Regret i will always carry, but it's not that up into my face anymore, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here." He said with a chuckle. The story didn't make him sad anymore to tell, it has been too long to inflict damage upon his being, he gave it a place and it'll stay there for the rest of his life if he ever seizes to exist. "Better keep it that way, men are idiots." He chuckled again as he looked at her and nodded to her last words. "I don't have that many love stories though, so I'll run out quickly enough and then we'll have to find something else interesting to talk about," he said thoughtfully.
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Halo
Jan 13, 2019 21:26:15 GMT
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Post by pieceofmind on Jan 13, 2019 21:26:15 GMT
Alexandra Marshall
A few months had passed since her first encounter with the one and only, it was rather needless to say that since then things had become far more interesting. Some things had changed, mostly her appearance but she also seemed to be doing better. And if she dared to, she probably would admit it too. Alex started to look healthier again, not just skin and bones but more like a living human being. The couple of pounds she gained did her well, even motivated her to work out again and get fitter. It was paying off slightly, but since it only all had just begun there was not much to expect from it yet. As long as she was feeling good about it, which she definitely was. The days were still dreadful and long, but despite exhaustion at the end of the day, she didn’t feel all that bad as she did before. More so like there was a light at the end of a tunnel. Still set in her ways however, she still didn’t expect to survive long and was still roaming in her mind more than she had both feet on the ground, but it didn’t seem so tragic anymore. Jonathan stuck to his word, she had to admit he slowly began to grow on her, in a friendly manner. She could laugh more comfortably now, didn’t mind his presence when he helped her. That was something she really struggled with. Sure, she had asked him for help, but that didn’t mean it was easy to accept. The bar was running well, her boss had returned from his holiday and the place looked perfect for his return, to Alex’ relief. She had started to work more at the bar and her boss had upgraded her payment in return for the extra hand. In fact, her paycheck was so good now that she didn’t need to work at the coffee shop anymore. But she did nevertheless, the people there were kind and she just enjoyed the atmosphere.. And the free coffee. Her shifts had just become less. She’d chip in when the morning rush was too much to handle. But other than that, she had Tuesdays and Wednesdays and that was it. And despite liking to stay busy, she had to admit that that extra day after the weekend and that free Thursday really benefited her. It almost became mental health days, or self care days. She’d get everything done in the house, buy groceries. Act like a decent adult, really. But for now, she was back at the bar, cleaning off a glass that had been set in front of her moments before. It was packed, logical for a Friday after working hours. She stood alone behind the bar, her boss handling the kitchen rush perfectly on his own. The mirror wall behind her was back, showcasing everyone enjoying themselves in between the bottles of liquor put on display. The bar still had seen interesting days even after Jonathan had entered her life. Which surprised her, she figured that people would have got the message. It was as if there was an uprising, but she just couldn’t catch wind of it because she just didn’t fit into the picture. But she heard whispers and whimpers between laughter and banter. People worried, was there a war coming? That sounded rather extreme to her, but she couldn’t know. Humans had no say in the matter. However she did find it important that things kept quiet here. She swore to keep the ground neutral, even if outside there was chaos. Daily struggles already were enough and between these walls, she wanted those struggles to slip off shoulders so effortlessly. A simple breeze, the first sip of a cold beer. The soft humming of music in the background, chit chat all around, the vibe the place had was easy. It made feeling better easy. And she was set on keeping that. After a minute, the glass was clean and she was already preparing more drinks and some snacks. You never sat still during this time of the day, but soon it would die down a little and she’d have some time to sit down and have a drink herself. Neither she really minded. She threw her hair over her shoulder to keep it out of her face whilst she was pouring a row of shots. That was probably her biggest change in her appearance. Her hair still had the same cut, just slightly freshened up, but she had dyed it back to black a few days before. After years of green locks and swearing to never change it, it just felt like the right time to do so. And the same was for her piercings, couple of those had changed too. Or rather, they had been taken out. She only had her medusa left, and her trusty nose ring. But other than that, her face was clean. The holes left behind showed slightly, but they actually had been healing amazingly, especially with lipstick on you couldn’t notice she had a whole bar in there prior to now. It actually felt nice to not have so much metal in her face, she never thought she’d see the day. And despite her hair being darker than before, the black made her look more youthful, gave her skin more colour and life. Perhaps that was simply because it was her natural hair colour, but it definitely gave her an entirely different vibe. You could almost call it elegant, if it wasn’t for her outfit choice. She wore some baggy black camo pants, rather low rise too but kept in place with a bulky belt. Chains dangled on the side of her leg with each step she took. She wore her trusty boots with that, polished up and looking glossier and new again. And just a simple black top that exposed her belly button. It was still rather warm inside the bar so this was really the best way for her to stay cool, since she didn’t like wearing shorts in such a place. After giving the guy all the shots for him and his mates, she decided to tie the black locks up into a pony tail. For some reason it felt warmer than usual, but that could just be her boss heating things up in the kitchen and it slipping through to her side of the wall. It made her decide that either way, a door needed to be opened. So she opened the front door, put a stop against it so it wouldn’t shut on its own. The street noise became louder, before just being a muffled noise. But it wasn’t interrupting anyone, it seemed to be appreciated that a door was thrown upon. For the time of the year, you really wouldn’t say that it was smart to open a door. But with this many people and a hot kitchen, it felt like a burning summer inside. Whilst the streets were gloomy and covered in thick white, it would look serene if it weren’t for the cars passing by. New York never would be quiet. She was expecting company from Jonathan, but really didn’t know when to expect him. They hadn’t really discussed a time and she wanted him to be able to come on his terms, not because it was his job to do so. Just an easy night, have a few drinks and laughs because she had noticed that he was getting rather worked up lately. Rather busy too. And since he had been helping her so much, even if it was under contract, she just wanted to do something in return. And perhaps be able to get more out of him, get to know more about this upcoming war, or whatever the hell it was. It seemed serious and she felt involved in it too now, they had just been interrupting the bar too many times. With her history in combat and the army, she figured it wasn’t a stupid thing to ask about. Sure, she was human, but even a human looks real dangerous to some hideous bastard with fangs when they hold a rocket launcher.
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