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11/19/17 at 12:41 pm
Nate Mishal's Biography

Heaven was done with me.

Earth was their punishment.

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Camille 10/22/17 Alright, so he's walking away. It's not the first time that the absence of warmth or understanding had cause someone to simply walk away from her. There were a great many things that Camille hadn't quite grasped as far as mortality was concerned. Things she didn't necessarily care to grasp. Her bluntness would probably never fade. The lack of consideration for others where she simply didn't understand. But when he's coming back at her, Cami isn't entirely sure he's going to stop. She braces herself for impact, certain that he's going to take a swing at her. But he stops. He points. He ridicules. Anger and disdain radiate from him like heat pouring off of the sun. There are tears running down his cheeks as his scornful words take aim at the small girl where she stood. She recognizes the notion. She had been there. The first Camille had cried, it scared the crap out of her.

"I'm... You're..." Cami clears her throat, shifting in her place. Her skin pales slightly, though a scarlet color begins to wash across her cheeks and nose. She isn't sure what to say, because she had never faced any of the others before. Had never had a chance to. They were up there and she was down here, but now...

"I'm sorry." The words escape her lips in a whisper, but it's all that she can manage. Her voice seems to disappear along with her fight. She can't explain to him how she understood, despite his opinion of just the opposite. What Camille understood, was that there was a war that she was expected to take part in, but she had exactly zero understand of why. Not how. Not when. Nothing. Death and corruption were the only things she understood, and that's only because she'd been on the losing end of that sword.

With a hard swallow, Cami opens her mouth again to speak, but instead she simply dips her head, takes a deep breath, and runs off in the other direction.

Dead Girl 10/22/17 There's a legacy to behold. Become Link.xoxo
Camille 10/21/17 While her lips remain pressed together while he seems to rant, a pale brow plucks. Cami tries to hide the look of amusement that washes over her face. This guy was having a total f-cking meltdown. She understood, of course. But.

"You honestly think I give a f-ck why you were banished? Bah." Cami throws her own hands up, unintentionally mimicking the male before her. "You let that power tripping assh-le banish you to this sh-thole. You let him. That's on you."

She's trying not to fume, really. But if they were going to play who did Gabriel f-ck worse, they'd be here all day. "You all let Gabriel run amock up there like he f-cking owns the place and look what happened. We've all been cursed to this wretched rock and you're feeling sorry for yourself because I didn't ask why?"

Camille stomps a foot against the solid ground beneath her. "Michael is here too, you know. Did you know that? Guess why? Just one Guess. That's all you need."
Camille 10/21/17 She opens her mouth to speak, but thinks better of it and closes her lips together just as fast. This goes on for what feels like forever. Opened and then closed. Nathaniel stands before her, possibly having some sort of mental breakdown. She can't be sure if the laughter happens by way of irony or lunacy. Still, she takes a step or two backwards, putting more space between the two of them.

"Take it easy.." She mumbles, her hands up in front of her, "Remember where you are. Down here I can still kick your ass." It's not so much of a warning as it is... Okay, it's kind of a warning.

"My name was Qamiel. Now it's Camille. Cami. Not so different. Not quite the same." She shrugs, "Worldy languages took a while for me to get used to."
Camille 10/21/17 She doesn't realize she's grinding her teeth until she turns her head away to speak. The vibrant blue of her eyes darkens before the explanation has a chance to slip her lips. Cami isn't entirely sure what to say.. Because she's not entirely sure of the answer. "You're one of them." The girl's eyes narrow, "You know how you are. How you all are." Okay, she's mumbling. Maybe she's a little frustrated. Who could blame her? "Anything that threatens your archaic hierarchy which, by the way, is bull ****."

Now Cami focuses her glare on him, eyes still narrowed into slits as a step forward threatens to close the space between them. She's small, but with each of her movements there is purpose. "Something something crown. Something something new order. All of this bullsh-t about a holy war and you Archangels and your God complexes."

Her breath hitches, eyes once again rolling into her skull as they exaggerate her frustration. She was so tired of all of this, but a millenia would pass before she'd ever be able to escape it. "Gabriel was the only one with the balls to try and kill me. Guess the rest of you aren't as superstitious as he is, hmm?"

An ironic smirk tugs at her lips.
Camille 10/21/17 "I never said that I found my place." Camille is quick to correct him, "I made my f-cking place, because I had no other choice. And right now, it seems an awfully lot like you don't have one either." There's a good chance that the harsh reality of her words would just p!ss him off further, but Cami didn't care. If anything, it was a slighted attempt on her part to push his buttons.

"No one here's going to give a f-ck about your Arch-ship. What they care about is power." Her grin cracks into something a bit more sinister, "What you choose to do with it.." Her tongue clicks against the top of her mouth, "Whatever. Do what you want. Good luck."
Camille 10/21/17 "I don't have wings anymore." Camille said, bluntly. "I was kicked out. I almost died. Look at me now. Mostly human. Not a drop of celestial beauty to spare." Cami pats the kid on the head, the shadow of a smug grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Those assh-les up there aren't worth anything more than the b-stards down here. You'll figure it out."

Camille offers a nod. "Besides, there are a great many things down here that we'd never have experienced otherwise... I'm not going to go into detail, but... You'll get it when you get it."

Camille 10/21/17 Cami blinks, promptly yet delicately releasing the boy from her grip. How did she cope? The answer was complex. She didn't cope. She managed. There was no advice that she could offer otherwise. Camille wasn't the Angel who would preach acceptance and understanding, nor would she advocate for tollerance.

"I- Well. It just.. There's no.." She huffs, and the noise escapes like a growl. "I don't know."

It's the most she could muster.
Quinn Abernathy 10/21/17 "I should... go..." Nervous, she turns slightly to begin to claim her escape. Quinn isn't sure exactly who to talk to about these interactions, and it only makes her more bothered. She's here. She can't be dead. Glancing at him again, clearly just a little scared of his line of questioning, she leaves him with just a few words. "It was nice to meet you."

She would never forget his face.
Quinn Abernathy 10/21/17 Is she not... dead? An existential crisis is brewing within the young woman, and she isn't quite sure what to make of this interaction. Is there something she doesn't know? Why do people always say things like this to her? "I... um... no?"
Quinn Abernathy 10/20/17 Quinn stares, blinking at the blatantly irritated man. Her brow cinches together, creating a small crease of concern above the bridge of her nose. Fidgeting uncomfortably with the strap of the bag slung across her body, she glances downward as she decides on the best course of action. "I don't really know what you're talking about... I wasn't sent anywhere." Pausing, she meets his eye timidly, "Are you alright?"
Spring Taylor 10/20/17 Spring stares at the crucified stance and starts to laugh. A raspy laugh that only grows into a maddened cackle. She chokes part way, and has to pluck her ciggy before it's worthless.

"You nutter fcking d-ck." Surprisingly her laughter was contagious to meat suits. It's a laugh you hear and can't help but follow stride. A b-tch might be getting murdered, but her laugh is funny. For f*ck sake. Maybe he could shut Gray up in the wash closet.

This is when she gets a brilliant idea. Spring straightens herself and plugs her cig back into her mouth. He's on about some f-cking thing and something about fcking wallowing. F-ck people. She ate her company. Vibrant blues rolled upward into the sky. Jesus Frank Christ. Is this monologue blimey done yet?

"Are you fcking done? Come the f-ck on then f-cking blighter . I'm going to grill some scientologists. They shout for ...fcking Xenofckingwandoo. But they taste.. Mmm. divine. "

Spring doesn't turn back when she starts stomping towards where she knows these morons will be. There's a pause to her step, as she unbuttons her trousers. Extending her left thigh out leaving the bunch of fabric caught at mid-thigh. Is she really?

"Kiss my fcking @rse, fcking @rselicker"
She's not ... serious? But she is fcking mooning him.
Camille 10/20/17 "Hey, you need to chill the f-ck out.." Ah, Camille. So good with words. "You're freaking out. I seriously can't deal with you freaking out." Cami's hands land on either side of his arms and suddenly she's shaking the guy, her only attempt to snap him out of his impending anxiety attack. "This is NOT the appropriate way of handling yourself. You can do better than this." It was honestly the best way that she knew to speak to people who were like... Her. Be erratic. Be judgmental. It's what they did. It's what they responded to.

"Get your **** together."
Spring Taylor 10/20/17 Another couple puffs of the 'rette. In a battle of smoke. His clouded face still managed to make her teeth grind in fury. Spring wonders if he's worth pounding her hard skull into. The mental image causes her to chuckle.

Why was she so chapped all the time? A question that she gladly showed anyone who asked. There's something different about how she looks at this pigeon now. From here she can watch the dim lantern in the dungeon swing on a metaphorical pendulum. The place where her insatiable anger was born. Spring was always a b-tch, but when she was traded to the brothers is where the hulking rage blossomed.

She's starting to feel peckish now that she's sat here and badgered with this p-ss stain. "I've had worse done to me, stupid bloke." Oh, he wanted to threaten her now? "How about you stop fcking talking and come at me. See if you can drive my fcking skull into the ground. I'll FCK your life on this daft realm up. I'm the leader of Death for a mother fcking reason pissant"

Why the FCK was she even still exchanging words with this knobhead? Because there's something Spring Summers wants. "Stay off my sheep turf b-tch. I'm going to have some barbecue biceps. Don't fcking follow me. MOVE OUT OF MY BLOODY WAY PLEB."
Camille 10/20/17 Once again her eyes are rolling, and her arms are still folded over her chest. There's a shrug that happens as a result of her frustration, which she makes no attempt to hide. Camille almost never makes an attempt to hide... Anything. It's whatever. It's just part of who she was.

"Right, so you just happened here? No rhyme or reason? Of your own accord?" Cami knew that was bullsh-t. "I didn't CHOOSE, anything. I settled. Some junkie who offed herself with a lethal dose of skag. Figured it was better than..."

The alternative wasn't something Camille was prepared for during that stage of her life. Now, however. Well. Not completely beneath her. Cami detested almost all human life. This kid didn't need to know that yet.

"I don't know how to answer that. I think all of these meatbags," Camille looks down, arms dropping to her sides now as she tugs mindlessly at the skin on her own arms."Kind of look the same if you ask me."
Camille 10/20/17 Her eyebrows are still dancing lightly over her cerulean stare. Cami has to consider a moment just how difficult it had been for her when she fell. Communication. Emotion. Humanity. Then she wonders if he was one of the ones who had lost his wings, like she had. Or if he had as much trouble adjusting as she had. She's not going to ask though. Not even if she's dying to know.

"Young, yes..." Camille squints a little, "Where did you get that body? Who'd you steal it from?" Because he knows exactly what she's talking about.
Spring Taylor 10/20/17 Spring scowls daggers as he skillfully catches the lighter. That was fcking ace. She wasn't going to say a bloody thing about it. Lighter is tucked back into her bra as her cobalt eyes glare back to his face. He's not a Dudley fcking doright.

The volatile grunt rolls from her lips. "Look. You daft fairy wanker. I don't do like. I don't do friends. Love is a fcking joke. I'll be content if you smash your fcking face in the concrete. I'll sodding tap dance on it." Spring grumbles vehemently as she reaches into the other half of her bra to tug out her pack of ciggies.

After she successfully knocks one into her palm, she refurbishes the lighter to light it. One solid long drank is taken as her glance looks to the joint. She blows the smoke in the direction of Nate. "I don't know where your f-cking mouth has been. F-cktard. Bloody hell no I don't want a drag off your goddamn d-cklip joint." What the f-ck. This kind of sh-te is what got c-nts date raped.
Spring Taylor 10/20/17 "I fcking hate you. Go get hit by a blimey trolley." Arms are folded across her chest now, still twirling the lighter on and off. This f-cker reminded her of Gray when they first met. He ultimately bribed her into Judaism. Or in this case Taylorism.

Nate almost had her. A few bits later and she may have offered him a bang. Next she knows he's pulling out a joint. "Oi. You have the wrong fcking season. You coked out, motherf-cking chav pidgeon."

Either decision with the lighter made her one dream come true. That he would shut his f-cking trap. Irony that she ran a drug cartel, but the season into the drugs? Had always been Summer Squash. At least, when it came to rolled joints and not the snowy kind.

"You have better fcking potential with a dwarf hag. Sod off." And with that she sails the lighter into his direction. The intent? To make him hot and bothered.
Camille 10/20/17 The girls brows furrow. Her lips are pursed. There's every indication in her features that she's pissed off. But her breathing is steady because, let's face it, Camille isn't threatened easily. She almost never backs down; Almost never treads lightly or with cautious vigor. You'd think she'd know better by now.

"No one ever said our kind was forgiving..." She mumbles, expression going soft as a burst of air forces itself from her lungs. Cami's bright eyes roll hard, because now that he's gone and sassed her with some ounce of truth, she can't bring herself to turn away. "You're going to get yourself killed if you keep toddling around like this place is in anyway the same as it is up there."

And by up there she obviously meant, well. You know. Heaven.

"People down here don't give a f-ck where you come from. The ones that do will kill you to spite it." Camille's arms fold over her chest, "And yeah, Gabriel is a ******." The girl adds like it's punctuation. "What's your name, kid?"
Camille 10/20/17 On a normal day, Camille would have gone about her business; paying no mind to this boy. It's clear that he's inexperienced, at least as far as his time in the realm went. How could she tell? Because he obviously doesn't know when to shut the f-ck up. Like a twitch, her arms raise from her sides, and soon her fingers wrap around whatever fabric had graced the skin around his collar. Flaxen hair ruffles over her shoulders, hands muckled a hold of the boy as she flattened his back against a nearby wall. "You don't know what you're talking about." Camille spits through gritted teeth.

Then, as if she's just realizing what she's done, she lets him go- taking a step back while her frail fingers find the wild waves of her hair and pat them down. "Just get the hell out of here, kid."
Spring Taylor 10/20/17 F-cking hot this ******* says. Spring chews on part of the filter from her cigarette that snapped into her mouth. It's not going to blimey kill her. Her brows twitch with the increase of her wrath. Her lips tug into an evil willed sneer. Then she tilts her head upward to him. Jaw unhinges as the chewed butt of the 'rette exits her lips intent to clash against his face. "Get bent. Stupid git. Stop calling me sodding Weed. That's not my f-cking name you damp squib."

One of her hands moves to sway underneath her shirt into her bra. The Zippo lighter twirls in motion around her knuckles. She lets the lighter spark the flames, as her raging gaze looks to him again. "If it didn't hurt, you probably have a roll of coin for a f-cking d-ck." Point is being emphasized with the curl of her pinky finger. "Go deposit it in a f-cking shredder. Do the plebs the favour."

This flighty f-cker. F-cking hot. She's seething now and huffs a haughty breath. This @rsemonger would know hot soon enough. When she lit his @rse on fire.
Camille 10/19/17 What am I... in for? Camilles brow raises a pale brow over a deathly stare, Im sure I dont know what youre talking about.
Spring Taylor 10/19/17 The cig between her lips snaps under her extended canines. Irises illuminated the fury she always had on the inside. That vindictive glare turns into Nate. "Shut the f-ck up you..."


Spring turns her neck to crack and runs full speed in a blur to the mocking boy."IT'S SPRING WEED YOU FCKING DAFT KNOB HEAD." The voice booms forth with her inner rage to push the volume. She's lifting her leg in a swoop upwards for a blunt nut shot.

"Fcking bullsh-te. wanker ass d-ckless donkey. AM I FCKING REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW GORMLESS WAZZOCK"
Lilim 10/19/17 She raises a brow. "And what would a fallen do with such information? Hmmm? Isn't your goal to return to your grace?"
Lilim 10/19/17 "Succubi are beautiful. Again I am not. My mother however was a succubus and well a baby eater. Doesn't mean I inherited those traits. As for me lulling men in their sleep, there would be no pleasure in that at all. If I were to want a mortal male, and the thought makes me shudder, I'd rather watch them squirm as I do unspeakable things to them. But that's just me."
Lilim 10/19/17 She snorts as she scoffs. "I'm thinking your eye sight went when you fell from grace as well as whatever else falls. I'm a demon. I'm evil and have no soul. I'm not exactly high on the list of beauty queens. So no, men do not throw themselves at me."
Lilim 10/19/17 "That's an understatement if I have ever heard one. F*cking up doesn't begin to cover the reason I'm in this place, whatever it may be. Just be warned here, women tend to throw themselves at your feet. They will also try to tarnish what soul you may have. Glad that's the last of my worries."
Lilim 10/19/17 "In my case it's up here. And puppies? Obviously you've never seen hell hounds. Those things are disgusting not cute. As for people, they have their uses. I'm quite fond of the taste of their tarnished souls personally. Otherwise I avoid them at all costs."
Lilim 10/19/17 She laughs lightly, her eyes twinkling. "Only because most are afraid to show their true colors." She shrugs. "Me, I don't give flying leap what anyone thinks. I don't like people anyway."
Lilim 10/19/17 There were times when Lil was self absorbed and didn't realize some things. However, it was hard not to notice a new Angel, especially in L.A. Blue hues look to the male as she nods lightly. "I'd say welcome but it appears you already have quite the committee. So I will simply say enjoy your stay here."
Caitlyn Darrow 10/19/17 Caitlyn checks out after she speaks. In a whole other playing field of her little world. She shoves his shirt back into his hands, with that same alarming chipper grin. He looked skinny, so maybe he was grumpy because he's hangry. She understands hangry.

"Hm? What? Who's there?"
Caitlyn Darrow 10/19/17 Cait tilts her head to the side curiously. Taking in his actions, and blinks down to the pile of shirt at her feet. "Oh. Okay. I can fit this in the wash. " She kneels down to grab the shirt. Lips pull upward into a giant grin. " Knock knock?"
Caitlyn Darrow 10/19/17 Hi! Welcome to the realm. Would you like some orange juice? You're not shirtless, so we can be friends!
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