Bun in the Ove nand Your Doing What Now? (Zee)

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil ran through the crowd at a ungodly speed, a speed that no mortal should, or could run, but Samil wasn’t any mortal, hell he wasn’t one. He was an Archangel, and right now he was racing against something that even had him under its thumb, that being so powerful, that it held everyone by its balls, a force so powerful that its reach has no boundaries, a force that everyone has to abide by, and that force was time. Samil was racing literary against the clock blurring past mortals, hurtling over cars, floats, and bystanders that weren’t moving at a speed Samil liked. Samil paused just a moment his eye’s shifted to the street signs, and cursed under his breath at his situation. Lately his abilities have been on the frits, especially after his encounter with Castiel. After their little family squabble; doubt grew within about his purpose and his path in the world, in general himself, and he thought that might be the key in his power’s being on bottle it seemed. When he wanted to blast a demon with lighting, he found himself teleported half a galaxy away, and since then he trusting in himself and his abilities have added another “bump” in the road to recover for him, but even with these entire thing standing in Samil’s way. He still had a job to do. Samil found the house that the “Songs” were pointing him to, it was pretty far from the festival that was taking place in the streets, and the stores in the town. Thehouse was decent, and Hunters might go right by without second thoughts that this might not be a site for ghostly activities, but if such a Hunter did his studies, and knew that this house was built upon a hold grave yard, and before that, a house that family had suffered by a “mad” father with an ego, and so on. It was a nexus for the other side and with Cinco de mayo on the way. It never added to anything good, and for Samil his Hunter did the her homework and was on the job, but something bad was going wrong, deadly wrong besides the fact she was with child at the time, but Samil wasn’t thinking about that. He retrieved his Saw off shot Gun. Since his powers weren’t to be trusted at these types of moments, he “bought” one and now filled the Gun with two rounds of Salt Rock, and iron bits and charged into the house from the front door. Even through his power’s might be off, his strengthen, speed, endurance, and other above mortal skills and feats were still on key. The door didn’t stand a chance against him and once inside Samil could tell that the ghost activity was on a sky rocket trail. The air in the house was cold, Samil’s breath could be seen, the hair on the back of Samil’s hair was standing at attention, and he could slice the spiritually energy with a Archangel’s blade. Samil rushed through the house checking the rooms down below running into no one, then noise of confrontations was coming from upstairs and Samil bolted and was up the stairs in no time. Samil heard the noise of a fight coming from the last room on the left and Samil without second thought charged in smashing the end of his booted foot against the door and sent it spirally into the room before he entered. The scene that was unfolded before him was that of his charge on the floor battered but not much and a very pissed off spirit of the “Mad” Father in mid-bare down of Zee but paused and turned toward the intruder of this private show, but Samil didn’t give him the chance to test out if the Ghost’s ability and pumped and fired the gun feeling the kick of the gun rock him a little but with the practice he had a few weeks earlier, paid off for him not to be knocked on his ass. The “Mad” Father was hit by the combination of Rock Salt, and Iron and vanished with a scream of agony, and Samil took his place where he once stood reloading his gun taking in his new Charge. “Does with Child mean anything to you Zee?” Samil barked off with more bite then he wanted too.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music:Phenomenon Thousand Foot Krutch Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: Been meaning to have this little run it but it was never this dire as of this moment…..She’s going to be a handful.

[Zee Pritchard]

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[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] “Wait.” Was the only thing Samil was able to get out before Zee disappeared out the back door and out of Samil’s sight? He would have given chase but Samil felt the hair raise on the back of his neck and the next thing he knew he felt a very, strong, and unearthly strengthen tug on his weapon and if Samil was a normal man and not let go. Either he would have flown with the Sawed off Shot gun or his arms would have ripped out of their sockets or a combination of both, but Samil was no man. He was an Archangel of the lord even if his powers out of whack and he was on a self-Exiled Mission as of now. He still had his own unearthly strengthen and held tight to his weapon and when the Spirit reappeared Samil savored the show of shock in its dead cold eyes as he pumped another Round through its body and if vanished once more. Samil unloaded the empty shells and reloaded quickly and snapped it closed quickly in records time, and was headed down the same hall way that Zee just took when the Spirit reappeared and this time it seemed it was ready for Samil. Instead of attacking the gun this time, the spirit attacked Samil he felt himself being flung across the room with enough force to even leave him breathless when he hit the grassy ground outside. It took Samil a moment or so sitting up feeling his palm crush the broken glass in the field as he shook his head clear and stood up as he saw the “Mad” Father fade in the park yard Zee and Samil were present in. Samil scrambled to his feet as fired without truly aiming but missed his target as the Father disappeared and reappeared behind Samil just when Samil whirled around and the “Mad” Father placed a hand on Samil’s throat and Samil could feel the Spirit’s power of death touch working on his host, but did not take effect. Samil thanked god at least his invincibility to most Supernatural being’s powers still held, and just when the Father noticed himself his power wasn’t working. He went up in a agony spite ball of fire and was gone. Samil paused only for a second feeling more mortal then most at the shock of the spirit going up in flames, but with the smell of burning rotten flesh, and lighter fluid. He put together that Zee put the finishing touches on the Father. After getting him in order and placing his gun back in its hidden holster. He stood a good distance from Zee giving the pregnant mother some room as she sized him up. “Introduction time I guess. The name is Samaiel, but everyone just calls me Samil and I’m your and your baby guardian angel.” There that wasn’t so hard Samil thought to himself in the comforts of his own mind. Now the next few months and years on the other hand won’t be. Samil was gearing himself for the long haul.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music:Phenomenon Thousand Foot Krutch Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: cutting it a bit close there.

[Zee Pritchard]

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[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil rolled his eyes at Zee’s reaction. At first he thought she was happy with from her facial expression, but as he introduced himself to her. He watched it change to a train wreck it was now, and was watching his charge storm off toward her car blowing him off. Well like he blew her off for the past few months. “Zee,” Samil called out to her in an irritated manner that fitted more an older brother that was fed up with their younger siblings’ antics. Samil found himself once second speed walking after her to finding himself in front of her standing there in-between her and the gate on the side of the house. Samil didn’t know who more surprise Zee was or him. It seemed that taking Zee on like this was in the right manner to regain control of his powers and his former Archangel demeanor. “Neither one of us have really a say in the matter Zee. You and your child have great things in store for you in the future and how the world is now, both of you need protection. Nothing is set in stone anymore,” Samil stood there trying to make his point across to the Mother Hunter, while trying to stay his ground and shift back and further in a little dance with Zee trying to prevent her from going any further. “At least give me a chance. I know I haven’t been there for you and put you on the back burn for the most part, until now, but give me one good reason why I can’t be your and your child Guardian angel.”

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music:Phenomenon Thousand Foot Krutch Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: Trying to make up for not being there.

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/27zjc40.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #a0978c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She'd thought she was holding it together pretty well. She was angry, working her way up into a good tantrum at the whole idea of another angel butting into her life and thinking they knew what choices she was supposed to make, but still doing okay. Even when he teleported right in front of her she snarled but didn't do anything humiliating like squeak or cringe or whatever. But then he said...that. Tossed that challenge right down at her feet and without even knowing herself that she was going to do it Zee swung a vicious roundhouse punch directly at the angel's face. "Because you weren't there!" It was almost a scream, and her eyes were bright with rage and unshed tears. "I was thirteen fucking years old and not a one of you bastards could be bothered to give a damn!" She shoved at his chest, shaking with anger. "Paul died in a goddamned cave, he was eaten and you didn't so much as twitch! I've been beaten, raped, stabbed, shot, bitten, burned, locked up and not one single time has one of your happy winged asses showed up to help. But now he shoots me full of his Sperm of Destiny and I can't turn around without one of you assholes saying you just want to help." Another hard shove. "Well fuck you. And fuck your help and your guardianship and your war and your future. Fuck it all because I could have lived out my whole life without minding that none of you came to help me if you hadn't shown up now pretending to care. Now leave me alone." She tried her very hardest to shoulder past him, wanting to be away from him before she started to actually cry. [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Abandoned house garden, Estrella AZ Outfit: Just her normal hunting clothes Music: Hometown Glory - Adele Notes: Very, very angry. [/style]

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] It were moments like these when Samil believe truly that his father had a sense of humor. When he fell through the window a few moments ago, and landed on the grasses ground of the backyard. Samil didn’t feel a thing, like usually, but when Zee’s Mach truck of a punch came rolling through. He felt every last force of power in the female Hunter’s body. He felt his head snap to the side and if he was a mortal man would have walked away from this with a broken jaw instead of just a bloodied lip and bruise that he could feel form, but Samil didn’t stop Zee. She had every right to be pissed; every word she spoke was the truth. The Host did drop the ball on case…. Families like Zee. When one family member would die off or worse left in an irreversible state like stuck in a hospital bed brain damage, but that didn’t change the facts and Samil got a very heavy hint Zee already knew the facts and knew the score and didn’t need to stick that in her face. So he tried a different route. Instead of letting the Hunter go by Samil stepped in front again but gave her some room before she swung again and kept his hands up in a show of defensiveness as started to plead his case, “ I can understand your frustration Zee, and I’m truly am sorry for the past few years for how your life has turned out, but all those terrible things that happen to you, the rape, the stabbing, the Burns, Paul. All those things needed to come to pass for you to be the Hunter you are now,” Samil explained licking his lips and tasting his Host’s blood roll over his taste buds and noted zee’s body language and his eye’s went wide a little as he started to step back and talk quickly. Knowing what he said didn’t quite help his situation, “And you might have misinterpreted what I said earlier. I stopped watching over you for the past few months, not years. When you got stabbed and shot I made sure it wasn’t fatal, when you were raped I made sure the idiot didn’t finish you off.” Seeing none of these things were helping his case anymore than his presence being there. Samil picked up his pace as he spoke to try to get Zee to understand. “Everything you’ve done would never come to be if you’ve never gone through those things Mackenzie, but like I said before nothing is written in stone anymore. I can’t stand off in the shadows anymore. I have to be here Zee wither you like it or not.” Samil bumped into the gardens’ fence and knew his retreat room had run out, as he turned to face the firing squad, “Think of the baby Mackenzie!”

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music:Phenomenon Thousand Foot Krutch Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: Running out of room and the finally plea.

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/27zjc40.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #a0978c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] From being loud and raging, Zee went quiet and still. Cold instead of hot, and far more dangerous than she'd been when she was only punching him. "Do not call me that. You have no right to use that name. Nobody does." Mackenzie was somebody else. Mackenzie was a girl with blonde hair and bruises on her thighs that the demon left there just to hurt the helpless passenger a little more. And before that there'd been Missy, who was actually happy and loved her family and who refused to kiss David Fox behind the school equipment shed because she was saving herself for love. But neither of those girls had any place in this garden, no matter how closely their ghosts were haunting Zee. And this stranger had no right to their names. "And do not ever accuse me of not thinking of my baby. He's the only thing I do think about, the only reason I'm even trying to pull my shitstorm of a life together. But you don't get to make decisions about him. Not you, not any angel, not demons or monsters or anybody else. The only people who get to make choices for him are me and his father," a prick of guilt, she was still nerving herself up to go to Vegas, "and those I choose to acknowledge as family. Which you are absolutely not one of." "Oh, and also?" An angry laugh, with no humor whatever in it. "I know you wingy types aren't great with the social graces, but here's a little hint from me to you. Never tell a woman that she had to be raped to become a strong person. And never tell her that you stood by and let it happen. Ever." She tried again to push past him, so very finished with this conversation. [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Abandoned house garden, Estrella AZ Outfit: Just her normal hunting clothes Music: Hometown Glory - Adele Notes: Bad choice, Samil. [/style]

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil nodded in agreement with Zee, and making mental notes as she went along, number one don’t call her by her real name, Number two keep quiet about him standing beside and letting her life roll by like it did. Samil wasn’t proud of that little notion; there were several times in Zee’s life he wanted to do much more then stand by and just protect her from the worse bunt of the world had to offer for Zee, but he was bound by his loyalty to his father, and the host, but now he was in Angel’s term “Off the beaten path” and was doing this his own way. Taking the shit one of his Brother’s chastised him into do. Taking action, he just wished that Zee could see and understand how much he was trying, but he couldn’t blame the girl. Not one bit, all he could do was nodded and let her go by but tagged along with her as she headed for the door. “ All noted and filed away under important, and I won’t be making any choices for your child or you. I’m here to help Zee, and keep you and the child safe.” Samil wanted to make it know that he was ready to settle with any rules that Zee had set as long as it meant that he was around and could protect both her and the baby. He wished it could be in better terms, but Samil could tell that might be some time to come. Especially if the Father of the child was involved as well, and was anything like Zee, but that was just another bridge to cross down the road, but for now it was Zee and trying to build a steady working Guardian and Charge relationships. “ So where we headed now?” Samil asked hurrying over to the passenger side trying not to be left behind by his Charge.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music:Phenomenon Thousand Foot Krutch Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: Where shall we go to now.

[Zee Pritchard]

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[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] When Zee raged on giving him some details he could have lived without, even though yes sex was one of Samil’s favorite actives now and days especially since his been explore more of his Human side so to speak, but here it from Zee, his charge. It was kind of an acquired moment, that of a brother overhearing his sister talking and Samil was a visual Archangel, but he kept the shrive suppressed that threaten to crawl all over, so Samil just nodded in agreement with the Soon to be Mother, and added like a side note while she was climbing into her car, “I guess I’ll see you in a three days or so.” Samil announced halfhearted not knowing if Zee was giving him the time of day anymore, but Samil still stood there popping his hand into the other and making a snapping noise with his fingers and rocking on his heels as Zee tore up the road to get away from him; already knowing what he was going to do for the next three days. None stop for the last three days, Samil was on a Hunting marathon for every Ghost, Hellhound, Demon, Werewolf, Vampire, and everything else that had a habit of eating or killing people or had one too many sharp teeth or nails that Zee might catch wind of and try to take out herself, but Samil wasn’t have any of that not on his watch. The woman might not want him around and having to do with her life or the babies, for obvious reasons, but she was still his reasonability and deep down. Samil was happy that he did take on this case. For many reason for one the past few months he hasn’t been very active in the world. After his last talk with his brother Castiel, and having his ass handed to him by another by the name of Jophiel. Samil wondered and did a lot of soul searching and tried to find a balance with this new world like his other brothers and sisters did, besides the fact that his power was on the frits and from time to time backfired on Samil, but one of the main reason he was happy that he was able to help Zee the Hunter has been charged with and up till now haven’t been able to do his job to protect her, because orders from above stopped him, but now Samil was like a force of nature once more, a glim fraction of the Archangel that held the power over life and death, but this time he wasn’t using it for himself, or his brothers or sisters, not even his own Father but for a Hunter by the name of Zee and her unborn baby. Down to the second of their last meeting and Samil pre-warning to Zee about meeting up again; Samil walked up to Zee’s room at the motel she was staying in while In town. Samil didn’t know how well this little sit down would go, but his made mental notes on a few mistakes he did the first time, and still had her advice about approach itched into his brain, and was ready in the same outfit he was wearing the night they met. The night almost seemed like a rerun of the night three days ago when Samil stepped up to Zee’s door and knocked and waited for a reply inside. The only change was that Samil was knocking instead of just kicking the door down like before, had two box of pizzas and wings half spicy and have boneless regular and a bit wore and tore with some bruises and scratches that hadn’t healed to show from his recent activities the past few days.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: Where shall we go to now.

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/27zjc40.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #a0978c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zee had not remotely been expecting Samil to show up, she in fact had been kind of hoping that she'd been obnoxious enough that he didn't want anything more to do with her and he'd taken off. The only reason she was still in town was that she hadn't been able to find another hunting gig within two hundred miles in any direction. If she'd suspected that was because of Samily this would have turned into a whole other set of fights, but as she didn't she just looked him up and down and sighed hugely, then stepped back and held the door open for him. "Fine," she said, as weary as though this conversation had already been going on for hours. "But don't think this equals consent under the law." She let him into her motel room, which was dingy but surprisingly tidy. There was a reloading machine and a large toolbox sitting on the dresser, a guitar case that generally held long guns propped against the wall, but no other immediate sign that the resident of this room was anything other than a college-age kid here for the festival. Zee hadn't had any intention of going out today, she'd been spending it on the laptop running cards through her cleansing system and researching to find her next job. So she was dressed for comfort instead of style in a thin cotton camisole and cutoffs, her hair up in a high bouncy ponytail and her rosary strung around her waist like a belly chain. She had the eyeliner on, of course. Very few people in all the world had ever seen Zee without eyeliner. But she was clearly dressed way, way down, and the fact that her scarred wrists and ankles and back were on display meant that she hadn't intended to be seen this way. She closed the laptop and set it and her notepad onto the night stand to make room for the pizzas to go on the table. "What kind of pizza is it? And how about you try again to explain to me how come if you're not just here because of the Sperm of Destiny you never stepped in before? Without mentioning things making me stronger, please." [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Abandoned house garden, Estrella AZ Outfit: Wasn't planning on going out, so wearing a cami and cutoffs with her hair in a ponytail Music: Hometown Glory - Adele Notes: Never gonna forgive that one, not entirely. [/style]

[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil was grateful that Zee actually did allow him into the room instead of throwing another one of her punches. It was a sign that they were on to a great start or a new one at least, and it seemed pizza was helping. “ Um I got us one with half of everything expect fish and spicy of course, and the other half peperoni, then the other one is half cheese and half ham and veggies. I didn’t know what you really like so I got us a whole arrange of choices for us.” Samil informed Zee of all the choices she can indulge herself on. He placed the pizza on one of the table provided and stepped away to give Zee some space, slide his hands in his pockets as he glanced down to examine his boots, to avoid any Glares Zee might be sending his way. “Yeah sorry about that, we angels….we don’t have really any bedside manners, but I’m a fast learner, and I won’t make that same mistake again.” Samil admitted a known fact about Angels not being so…. Understanding about the human ways, Even though they’ve watched, bowed down, and served the Humans under their father’s command, and we still can’t control our big mouths to cause trouble. Samil shook his head mentally at the disappointment of his kind. “ As for the why I could not step in on your behalf throughout your life span is going to take time and we can do that after we eat.” Samil offered gesturing with his hand he fished out from his pocket and pointed toward the pizza and wings on the table in an offering gesture. Samil stepped around the table and pulled out Zee’s chair and then took his own without waiting for her and opened the first box of pizza and the overwhelming smell of the melted cheese, the meaty toppings of Peperoni greeted him like an old free and Samil took the first piece and took a great big chuck size of the pizza slice and chowed down on that savoring the way the pizza aroused his taste buds. Samil knew then he made a mistake in getting only two boxes, but he reminded himself he had to stay in control and had other things on deck to take care of like for instance Zee. Samil filled in Zee once she sat down herself on why his never stepped in, why his always been in the shadows, and he had to start from the top. He explained that there certain things that had to be, such as the apple hitting the top of Isaac Newton head. Without that one apple arousing him from sleep, then the whole thought of gravity won’t have been produced, and as he explained more. He did explain though minor things such as a fall down a flight of stairs, or some other odd predicament that Zee got herself into. He could step in, but other than that he was on a leash for a better terms; he went back over the list of all things that wrecked her life over the years, every creature, every knife fight, hair’s breath away from death experience, Samil avoided the subject of Zee being raped and him again not doing anything about it not wanting to make a step backward instead of forward, but he did tell her he’d watched and in some cases lessen the blow but when he tried to do more. His brothers and Sisters even his older ones held him back and down instead of acting. In some cases they had in fact had to circle him in Holy fire to keep him down and have another Angel take charge over Zee for a while, while he…. Relearned his place. When Samil got the very last little ruckus Zee got herself into. Samil filled her in on what’s his been doing for the past few months on his self-exile. Giving her cliff notes on some parts like his ass being handed to him and imprisoned in heaven, then being released after a family Sunday dinner sit down, then of course swiped over quickly about other things has been up to avoiding of course his sit down with Castiel and his ass again being handed to him by his younger brother Johpiel, and once he got her caught up the pizza was pretty much done for and Samil was in need of a drink. “And that’s everything Zee, everything about me and why I couldn’t help you out in some cases.” Samil found a plastic cup and filled it with ice and tap water from the sink in the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. “So do you think we can move forward now? We both want the same thing here, the protection of yourself and your child. Can we just be agree to be friends, or at least be nice to one another?”

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: The usually get up jacket, jade green sweater, jeans and boots Notes: Tell her everything there is to know.

[Zee Pritchard]

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[Samil]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil stayed by the bathroom, and couldn’t meet the expecting mother’s eyes, knowing full well what she meant and how screwed up of a job it was for him. He knew tell her she was a special case for all those things were needed to make her what she was today. They’ve already did that road trip which won him a fat lip and bruise the size of Texas on his left side of the jaw. “ Yes I know, and I regret every moment, and I’m sorry, but I’m here now.” Samil apologized for every bite, scratch, knife wound, and other horrible experience the young mother had in her life, but at this stage of the game. It would be pointless to remain in the past. Then the question was asked what was to be done next to protect her baby, and Samil fixed her with a look of confusion and then like a light bulb turned on in his mind. He knew his mistake, really his chose of words really, and now he had to back track a little bit. “Um about that, the little bun in the oven his not really the one I’m protecting Zee. He has his own guardian Angel assign to him. I’m yours, one and only Guardian Angel, by my choosing. After you got knocked up, my job was done, and since I’m in exile I have no orders really besides the one I give to myself. I’m doing this because I owe you Zee for all the shit that’s happening in your life.” Samil explained fully the situation and the deal of what’s going on in his own life. “I keep saying protecting his life because you love him deeply, and his important to you, so I will protect him as well. Even though my powers might be on the frits right now, because I’m going through some things, but I give you my word. I will protect you Zee, from now on you and your child if you wish it. I’ll be by your side unless I’m called away. I have another one to protect as well. You two should meet some day. She under the protection of the Amherst right now, both of them actually. So that takes care of some of my work to protect her, and allows me more breathing room to take care of you.”

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 330px; padding: 0px 30px 160px 210px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Location: Arizona Music: Issues Escape The Fate. Outfit: Gray V-neck, blue jeans, and boots Notes: I’m here to protect and serve on my own free will.