Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Oct 29, 2011 19:18:15 GMT -5
[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]No part of Zee was ready to deal with the notion that Samil was protecting her specifically. It would have been much easier to hear him admit that it was only the baby that mattered. That at least would make sense, it would reconcile with her sense of self. But she didn't argue it right then, it was too much for her to wrap her head around. Better to concentrate on the practical for right now. "Look," and she was at least trying for reasonable, gentle. "I don't want you right here by my side 24/7. I'm not used to being around another person constantly," nobody but Paul, and this angel sure as shit wasn't him, "and if you haven't noticed I don't take too well to being crowded in on. I'm willing to at least try this, I'm even willing to call you or contact you or whatever before I go into a situation I know is dangerous, but I'm not okay with you riding around with me day and night, being all up in my shit. If you've got some other chick to protect, how about you ride with her for the most part and then pop in on me occasionally instead of the other way around?" She shook her head, "I got shit to do, and no offense but I don't want your input on it. If I was going to team up with somebody permanent it would be the Koches, God knows they've offered. Making my own decisions is important to me, so is my privacy. So we gotta figure out some way to do this that doesn't involve you being 'by my side unless [you're] called away' because I seriously can't cope with that." [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: Straight-up about this part. It's a deal-breaker. [/style] |
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Oct 30, 2011 19:01:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil sipped his glass of tap water as Zee gave him the run down and thought to himself at least she was considering the idea of him being involved in her life unlike before and her hostility towards him, and since he didn’t want to take steps backwards instead of forwards like they were now. Samil drink the rest and placed the glass on the counter of the bathroom sink and walked forward back to his seat sitting in front of Zee but with enough space not to agitate the Hunter. “It’s true I do have another charge, Edith, an prophet. You two should meet one of these days. I think you two would hit it off very nicely. Right now she’s traveling with the Amherst’s, both brother and sister. Giving me more free time then I should. That’s the reason in fact why I’m here now.” Samil supplied Zee with a brief smile before averting his eyes and thought of a way, or schedule to work out with Zee, to build the bridge that could grow into something more than frienemies, but actually friends. “What about Wednesdays through Saturdays?”
Samil offered being completely serious about the dates, not a humor tone in the idea. “ And in the event I’m not here you lie low for a bit, or if you choice to Hunt down a creature then like you said contact me or at least partner up with someone before heading in. Call in someone anyone hell even the Father.” Samil nodded toward Zee’s the belly bump that was growing with every month. Not knowing that Zee hadn’t filled in on the little baby of joy that was inside Zee.
| [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: What is to be waited to come down the rabbit hole next. |
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Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Oct 31, 2011 16:10:19 GMT -5
[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]"What about you listen to what I say? I don't want you around constantly, I don't want you around four days a week, and I sure as shit don't want to cower in my motel room any time you're not sitting right there." She was starting to get pissed off again, but was at least trying to keep it reasonable. So she took a breath, made sure she had a grip on her cool as she lifted a slice of plain cheese pizza out of the box and set it on an unfolded napkin. Zee wasn't having too much trouble with morning sickness, she hardly ever puked, but she'd become sensitive to smells and had learned to let the scents of food linger for a bit, give her stomach time to get used to the idea before taking a bite. "I don't need or want constant monitoring. If that's what you like, how about you follow this prophet around 24/7 so that Ki and Eve can get some work done? I do know what I'm doing, I'm being more cautious about what hunts I take and I'm working of figuring out what I'm going to do with myself now, how to take care of the kid. And like I say, I'm willing to contact you when I'm about to head into something dangerous, I've got no problem with backup." "But I'm not going to spend my life being protected by a big, strong man, whether that man's an angel or not. And I'm not going to consult you about the decisions I make about my life or my kid's. So please, pretty please with sugar on top, back the fuck off." Yeah, the pissed off was happening again whether she wanted it or not. But Zee couldn't help it, she'd fought too hard for her independence to go ceding it over to a stranger just because he happened to be a being of cosmic power. "Also kindly butt out of everything to do with me and the baby's father. That's my problem to deal with, and I'll deal with it, but at my own pace and in my own way." [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Zee's Motel Room, 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: If he pushes at this he'll get nothing. [/style] |
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Oct 31, 2011 23:50:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] With the way Zee was acting now, reverting back to bad mood Momma Bear mode, Samil thought another joke about another set date in the week would be out of the question, and avoid the calm down calm he remember reading out of an book about dealing with pregnant or women in general was out of the question. So Samil grabbed a slice of pizza of everything and held it in his hand, as he eyed Zee as he spoke.
“I hope you know I was joking, to lighten the mood, but I understand you don’t want me here, and I respect that.” Samil eye’s fall upon his pizza as he took the first few bites of the now semi-cold meal, but it didn’t matter to Samil if it was hot or cold, wet, or dry Pizza was pizza in his book and he loved the flying saucer of meat, cheese and wonder.
“And I want to thank you for allowing me to protect you, and dully noted about the Baby’s father. I will not pry or tamper in that melting pot as the sayings go, hopefully.” Samil was getting better at not saying, “As you Humans say.
” And getting the saying and means down for the most part, but from time to time he slipped and had his screw ups, but with Zee at least he could mess up without being looked at as a freak. Samil bite into his slice of pizza and getting another exploding set of flavor explode in his mouth. Samil let the flavor arouse him as he went into his own thoughts over, all the ground and rules that were covered and just in case he missed anything or Zee did. Samil brought himself back from his edge of bliss and grabbed a clean napkin and cleaned any stragglers, before asking, “ Did we miss anything, something like I can’t cook for you, clean for you, or any foot massages.” Samil fixed Zee with a hopefully friendly smile and he hoped that he might maybe start leaning on her good side, but he had a feeling that road and path wasn’t so easily won by Samil and his kind. That path would be a very long, and hard one. | [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: Building bridges with the aid of a slice of pizza. |
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Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Nov 1, 2011 21:57:13 GMT -5
[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 smiled as she pulled the tip off that first slice of pizza, held it up to touch her bottom lip but didn't take a bite yet. "It's really cool how all-powerful and all-knowing you are and shit? But I gotta tell you, you suck ass at being funny. And I'll figure shit out about baby's dad, I just need more time. It's been like six days now that I'm fully accepting that this is happening and that I'm keeping the baby. I've got some other things I need to figure out before I'm ready to talk to the father." And why was she even explaining herself to him? Maybe just because she didn't really have anybody else to talk to. Zee wasn't ready for the Koches yet, they were the closest thing she had any more to a family but they were also sort of...overwhelming and she needed to get her head straight before she set that in motion. Except that there comes a point when you can't get your own head any straighter without a little help from someone else. Someone to bounce things off of if nothing else. She gave herself that permission and kept talking. "I mean, I'm still trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to pay for medical care. What am I going to do with...everything? Am I supposed to just keep traveling? That'd mean putting the Challenger up on blocks somewhere, at least until the kid's out of car seats, the back seat has the old fashioned kind of seatbelts that don't work with a car seat. What about school? What about getting his shots and stuff? It's easy to pick up and drop IDs when it's just me, how do I do that for a kid?" A helpless headshake. "So much shit I haven't figured out yet. How do people do this?" [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Zee's Motel Room, 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: Overwhelmed. [/style] |
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Nov 5, 2011 18:16:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face from Zee’s jab about him not being funny, of course he could have fired back that it’s a trait off of the family tree or something like that, but Zee’s train of thought swung onto the track on the baby’s father, and her briefing that she will go to him on her own time, and that was fine with Samil. From the way things were with Zee, he would…. Confuse things for the most part anyway, at this point at time. Then the topic subject switched over to something Samil, himself could fix, and he could help but put on a big, bold smile after finishing his slice of pizza and dusted his hands off on his jeans.
“The medical care, school, shots, or any of that other stuff. I got that in the bag. If you want to homeschool him I can teach him, especially History, one of the perks of being born before all the major juice events happen. If not, I can simple do my angel-jedi tricks and get him in. I admit my powers might be on the works right now, but I can still at least manage to scrabble some memories around.” Samil blurted out the truth that he wasn’t hundred percent at this moment, but it was going to be known sooner or later, especially before going into another Hunt. It would be fullest to go in not knowing if your partner is doctored cleared to do so.
“As for the other stuff, you’re going to do fine. I believe you’re going to be a wonderful woman, and besides being normal is overrated.”
| [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: one brick at a time. |
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Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
Posts: 173
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Nov 5, 2011 20:24:49 GMT -5
[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]"Sure," she shot right back. "Be logical at me. See how far that gets you." But she smiled right afterward and finally started working on that slice of pizza. And she sounded calmer when she spoke again. "I figure I've got a ways to go before I have to figure out school, but yeah, it'll probably have to be homeschooling. And I'll need to figure out some way to set up a permanent address somewhere, a place we can go back to that'll be his 'home', even if it's just a trailer on Bobby Singer's property or something like that. A kid needs a home, right?" She ate rather than letting herself fidget, Zee was trying to be aware of her eating habits these days. It was hard, though not one one-thousandth as hard as giving up cigarettes and booze. At this point she felt like she was past the worst of the cravings for the smokes, but every night when bedtime came around she found herself looking around for the vodka bottle. It was scaring her a little how hard it was to do without it. Caffeine she was still working on, pregnancy hadn't done a damned thing to slow down the night terrors, just made it harder to function on two ninety-minute naps a night. She was trying for three right now, one around 2 AM, one around 6, and then another mid-afternoon. She was hoping it would help. The thing about being a wonderful woman she ignored, Zee did not deal well with compliments of any kind. Instead she concentrated on something else. "Your powers are on the fritz? How does that even happen? I thought you guys were all ineffable and infallible and shit?" [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Zee's Motel Room, 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: Concentrate on the immediate. [/style] |
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Nov 10, 2011 13:57:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil matched Zee’s smile and thought to himself at least they were making good progress in the right way, instead of throwing blows again, and as Zee went on he had no objections what so ever. For one if he did it would be backtrack between the two and he was pretty sure he would see flames of death emerging from Zee’s eyes aimed directly toward him. Second because it was a great idea for the home idea even if it was a trailer on Bobby singer, which all Angels knew that the man was the Winchester’s other Father, there was power in numbers, and the old Hunter in his book was a damn okay man.
Samil was eating his fifth maybe sixth slice of pizza that night when Zee asked about his powers being on the fritz as of now. He knew that it would come up sooner or later, but Samil’s thought wondered over if he should in fact tell the whole story about his little run in with Casteil a few months back, and there little sit down, and the seeds of doubt being born then about if he was in fact doing the right things with his actions, or the story about Samil trying to blackmail one of his brothers Jophiel into working with him, and how that backfired horribly. Samil guessed he was sitting quite for a moment too long for Zee’s taste as he noted an air of Irritation maybe from Samil keeping secrets while she bare her soul to the man, well Archangel.
Samil licked his lips quickly before coughing and clearing his throat, before speaking, “ It’s a long story but that’s why humans invented cliff notes.” Again another failed attempt of Samil trying out human jokes with a quick small smile to match. “ Well let’s see, had a shouting match with my brother Cas in a Church over my Extra credit activates that I’ve been up to since becoming Exile, started to doubt myself afterward, got my ass handed to me by another Brother Jophiel, a month or so back, after that drifted as my doubt consumed me, and the next thing I know my powers sometimes have a mind of their own. Try to teleport and a family’s house near by burst into flames.” Samil shrugged at the simple fact of the matter that he was at times a double edged sword to allies and himself. “So I’m thinking I just have to get my shit together and everything should start working like it was before again. Hopefully.”
| [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: Occ- mistype meant to put wonder mother, I have no idea how wonder woman came to be. Also were going to have set up Samil’s and Jophiel’s fight sooner or later, where Samil get’s his ass handed to him. |
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Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Nov 11, 2011 16:37:44 GMT -5
[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]"Soooo..." it came out on a slow, sarcastic drawl, though there was a tightness at the corners of her mouth that said pretty clearly that she was fighting back laughter, "basically what you're saying here is that I'm the guinea pig while you figure out whether walking the straight and narrow will fix your dangerously out of control phenomenal cosmic powers?" Zee had never denied being weird, and one good example of it was that the interpretation that him popping up to become her angelic bodyguard her was a last resort, an attempt to fix his power rather than having anything to do with her as a person actually pleased her. She kept her heart pulled in tight, chose the people she would love and be okay with loving her with great caution. She was too honorable to do anything else, she wouldn't spring herself on people when she knew exactly how ruined she was. She didn't want to hear that this angel cared about her, that whole notion upset and almost panicked her. But that he was showing up out of selfish motivations? That was something she could understand, she could work with. Didn't keep her from grinning at him and saying, "Jophiel's pretty badass, I gotta say. He's the only angel I've ever met who I worked with no problem. Straight-up, you know? No destiny, no mysticism, just 'I got a fight, you want to be in it and then someday I'll do you a solid?'. It was refreshing." [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Zee's Motel Room, 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: Such a little psycho. [/style] |
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Nov 13, 2011 18:34:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil rolled his eyes and shook his head, his shaggy black moving along with him, “If it makes you happy and allows me to stay, fine thank of it like that, but I don’t see it like that not one bit Zee.” Samil stood up and walked back to the bathroom counter and filled it up once more for another drink and turned to face Zee. “It’s like you said about Jophiel I’m doing you a solid because I owe you. I don’t know your entire life worth of a solid from the fucked up job I did earlier in your life when I wore the collar of my brothers and sisters back when you were younger.” Samil threw back the glass of water and placed it back on the counter but stood there leaning against the counter with his legs crossed and his hands on the edge of the counter.
“Another one of my theories it’s a temporary thing, like a cold or something, so I thought to lay low, take it easy, repay my debt to a women I’ve failed her entire life time, all in one swoop.” Samil admitted truthfully keeping his eye on Zee’s and her reaction.
“I thought why not try to heal and build a bridge of friendship as well, and watch a child grow up in a world like this. Why not fucking, watch a young girl I was fucking charged with go through shit some other women would have opted out on the moment it happen.” Samil’s voice was filled with venom and anger but none of it really directed toward anyone in the room. | [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: Have no clue where this is coming from. |
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Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Nov 14, 2011 14:35:20 GMT -5
[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 cocked her head and gave Samil a long look, full of consideration. "You confuse me," she said finally, as up-front about that as she was about so many things. "The shit you say doesn't track right in my head. I don't get your priorities or something. I don't get how you could be supposed to guard a person and then supposed to at the same time stand back and let horrible shit happen to them. I don't get how you can be on the run from Heaven and yet hanging out with one of the people known to be your charge. I don't get whether or why you care. It's just...confusing." She didn't sound pissed about it, that was a bit of a wonder, but she was honest enough to say it. She picked up a second slice of pizza, that was all she was likely going to manage to eat right now. Smaller meals, several times a day. Not easy on her, but like so many other things she was trying. "Tell me about this other charge? What's her story? And do you only have the two?" She was under the impression that guardian types had dozens, sometimes hundreds of charges at a time. Maybe her and this other girl were the only ones actively in trouble lately? [style=padding-left: 35px; font-size: smaller; text-align: left;] Location: Zee's Motel Room, 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: Trying to wrap her head around it. [/style] |
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Nov 24, 2011 9:15:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil couldn’t help but smile as he crossed his arms listening to Zee trying to figure the Archangel out, and he had to admit at times Samil was a very confusing being. Most of his own brother’s and sister’s did not get him, and that would usually spark off if he was a lower form and ranking Angel maybe even a brawl especially now and days when tension is so high, and everyone is out for blood upstairs, but just like in the past; they left him alone for the most part because of the simple fact that they never knew if he would wipe them out saying, “It was the will of God, or something rather like that .”, so confusing yes, yes he was and at times he was confusing to himself, and if that was true he was a phenomenon to a human race, so all he had to say was, “ I’m very confusing, and let’s leave it at that.” Samil wasn’t trying to be a mystery, or play games even though the boyish smile on his face did not help prove that.
“And as for the other girl, and yes she is a girl, her name is Edith, she is a prophet of the lord, yes those are real. She gets visions, sees bad, and good things happen to good and or bad people, and she hates them. Right now she is under the care of Eve and Ki Amherst in a location I can’t reveal to really anyone, no affiance. It’s just precaution to keep her safe. She’s sweet, nice and kind, and she’s twelve and you two are night and day at times, and others it’s like looking at a mini you, but I guess that can be said about all teens, and preteens.”
Samil rambled off a few minor details about Edith that won’t put her in danger, if he thought Zee would harm her of course not, but information can be retrieved from a person without them knowing it, through a dream, a simple sit down with someone who can read minds, or a simple touch. Those were things Samil had to worry about not only with Edith, but with Zee too. Too much information given in some cases might be worse than giving your name to one of the Fae.
| [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: Confusing yes, but at least his on your side. |
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Zee Pritchard
.: not your sweetheart :.
:. darkest little sunbeam .:
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Post by Zee Pritchard on Nov 24, 2011 16:40:09 GMT -5
[style=opacity: 0.75; filter:alpha(opacity=75); margin: 0px; font-family: "Palatino Linotype", "Palatino", Georgia, serif; color: #000; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #ada39d; font-size: 1.1em; text-align: left; padding: 5px 10px 5px 20px; width: 300px; height: 590px; float: right; overflow-y: auto; z-index: 20;] A short laugh, "Don't bother being mysterious, Ki and Eve are friends of mine. We talk once a week or more. They hadn't mentioned taking on a kid, but then I hadn't mentioned being knocked up, so there you have it." She kept picking at her pizza, trying to make herself eat it. Her appetite was crazy lately, one second she'd be starving and the next food made her feel queasy and miserable. "Anyway, it sounds to me like she needs your ongoing attention a lot more than I do. I'm good, Sammy. I can take care of myself. I'm not gonna try and shoot you again, but take care of her. She's just a kid. I was just a kid once too, and I know exactly how bad shit can get whether you deserve it or not. So just...take care of her. I'll give you a shout-out when I need you." She was having a hard time finding the words to explain the panicky almost tearful feeling that she got at the thought of being hovered over. She couldn't handle it, she needed at least the illusion of being in control of her own fate. And so she tried to jolly him along toward the idea, maybe hoping that being an angel and all he'd figure out why. [style=font-size: smaller; padding-right: 10px; text-align: right;] Location: A motel in Estrella, AZ Outfit: A cami and cutoffs, her hair tied up. Music: Hometown Glory - Adele Notes: She's eighteen kinds of messed up, but tries to stay functional. [/style][/style]
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Samil
What happens when the Obedient Son, stop being so... Obedient.
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Post by Samil on Nov 27, 2011 20:20:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #bdbbb4 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/samil01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #4e4b44; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #282724; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #bdbbb4;] Samil listened to Zee and couldn’t help but crack a smile a little at the response about neither Hunting parties haven’t been clean with one another. Knowing the Ki and Eve they would probably inform Zee of Edith one time or another when they might have to dump her off to her if they were in the same area and the siblings were on a hunt, or like she said a phone call could be made. Since the Hunters had history. Samil unfolded his arms and stepped away from the counter and heading toward Zee and nodded in agreement.
“I can do that Zee, rest assures Edith will be protected,” Samil hesitated at first but he placed a hand on Zee’s shoulder and squeezed gently but firmly, before letting go and heading toward the door. Samil’s hand was on the door knob before pausing and turning slightly to face Zee. “Thank you Zee for not shooting me, and giving me another chance, I won’t fail you this time around.” Samil gave her a warm smile and a bow, not a tip of your head, but one arm placed in front and head below waist bow, and held it for a moment, then straightens up. “I’ll see you around Zee,” Samil smiled opening the door and stepping out just about to close it before he remember and snapped his fingers and opened the door just enough for his head to fit back in the motel room. “And before I forget I got us an Doctors appointment in two weeks, so be ready.” And with that Samil closed the door before Zee could reject and teleported or “Tried to” before she could chase him down.
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