hidden beast...raging hound

Angel ...23 ||Hellhound ...45 Owner & Piercer at Sacred Soul Practical,Vivacious,Confident, Judgmental, Demanding Think you know me... think again! [ RP Character for Mythosrp ]

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Pizza Pizza |Colin & Angel|

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He recognized the face of the woman who had been short with him when he first arrived in town. “I’m used to Seattle” he started with a small smile. “It’s stable; but a rainy one, especially in Spring.” Colin was genuinely surprised that she even said anything; and he was determined to leave her with a better impression of himself this time around. “So I guess, I’ll take nice weather for as long as it wants to stay that way” he said. 

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Angel had never been to Seattle, too grey and dull for her liking. At least from what she had heard. What he said had confirmed what she'd heard about the place. "Ain't no Florida here but beats stable rain." Why was the pizza taking so long. She had promised Zane that she would try to be nicer to people. This was her trying. "Hopefully it stays. We've had fucked up weather for far too long."

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Pizza Pizza |Colin & Angel|

Colin had been to quite a few of the restaurants in town; but today he felt like changing things up and eating somewhere he had yet to try. He had passed the pizza place a number of times but never really gave it a second look until now. He had placed his order and went to sit at the tables outside. It was such a nice day that he figured he might as well enjoy it. He took a sip off his sweet tea and then sat back putting his arms behind his head, letting the sun hit his face, waiting for his pizza to come out. Spring in Seattle only meant a lot of rain. He was starting to feel better about his choice to leave. “I hope it stays this nice” he commented. 

[houndingangel-blog]

Angel had decided to get pizza for the crew today. Instead of ordering it like she would normally would, or getting Erica to do it, the Hellhound made her way over to the pizza store herself. Walking in, she placed her order and stood waiting,  looking out the window now and then. Spotting a customer of hers who had noticed her from across the street and already crossed over to say hi, Angel stepped out of the store and spoke to the woman. It seemed the human was in a rush so it was a quick conversation. Bidding her goodbye, Angel turned as she heard someone comment about the weather. "Wouldn't rely on the weather to be stable." She added, realizing she'd met the other Mythic before briefly. 

[michaelandnikita]

[missanna-banana]

Settling In ► Seth & Angel

Seth had a job. He could hardly believe it, but the smile hadn’t disappeared from his face since the woman had hired him. Not only did he have a job, but it came with a small one bedroom apartment that he could call his own. She’d even been so kind as to give him a small advance so that he could get some groceries for his refrigerator.He was carrying the small bag in front of him, a big smile on his face, as he strolled along the streets of Little 5 Points. It was a beautiful spring day, and he felt like doing a little dance. Afraid that others would think him crazy, he settled for humming under his breath.  Spotting a friendly face, the Sandman gave a finger wave as he tried not to drop his bag. “Morning!  Beautiful day isn’t it?”

[houndingangel-blog]

This game was stupid but so addicting. That damn flappy bird and those stupid tubes. The Hellhound was standing by a lamp post, grinning to herself. She'd finally passed a level that had taken her ages to get to. Hearing someone greet her, she looked up from her phone just as the damn bird crashed and died. "Fucking flappy bird" she muttered before addressing the other Mythic. The weather was less cold and groggy, but she wouldn't call it beautiful. "If you say so, just another day" shrugged the Hellhound.

[houndingangel-blog]

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What ? || Angel & Sawyer

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Sawyer’s eyes flickered up towards the tattoo parlor before shaking his head a bit. “Stabbed? No thanks. Aren’t you guys closed or something anyway…?” He put up a hand up almost defensively as if to say he hadn’t meant anything by it, not needing to bring her rage back to the surface.

[houndingangel-blog]

Turning her head to look at the door, the Hellhound nodded. "Mostly closed." Very few exceptions had been made and he was definitely not one of them. Not that he wanted to get any work done in the first place. When her gaze turned back to his, it hit her that he might have been at the camp. Where people she knew and cared about had died. She was constantly contemplating whether it was worth it. This Mythic was here, and several others were free. That should probably mean more to her than it currently did. "In respect of some truly good beings." She added solemnly. 

[fionasheaflowers-blog]

Same Place Different Faces ❧ Fíona & Angel

It had been much more difficult to go back to work than she had initially anticipated. Yes, she had known that it would be hard to be in the shop knowing that Bailey would never be in there with her again, but it was more than that. She couldn’t concentrate. She kept finding herself staring off into space lost in her thoughts. Very little work was actually accomplished and without anyone to help her she felt buried in tasks that seemed impossible to complete. By the end of the day she couldn’t wait to get out of there. She wasn’t ready to go home either so she once more headed to the familiar pub, but this time she actually made it. When she entered it was as though the air had changed inside. It just wasn’t the same without Colin. She took a seat at the bar and ordered the same thing she had the first day they met. Only this time there was no shamrock in the shot and it just didn’t taste as sweet. She hadn’t noticed there was someone next to her and when she went to readjust herself on the stool she kicked them. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t know there was anyone there.” 

[houndingangel-blog]

Angel was shoving down forkfuls of food along with a few swigs of her rum and coke. She didn't even care that the food was a bit greasier than she would like, the Hellhound was starving and the day had been way too long. Reaching over to grab the bottle of ketchup, her arm jerked forward as she felt someone's foot against her leg. Her head snapped to the right, "what the hell is your problem you fuck up!" It was that stupid snotty Leshy. "Can't you just keep to yourself and leave people alone. What, do I look fucking invisible to you now? Fucking moron." She shook her hair and slid the other's drink away, she deserved it. If Angel had dropped or lost any of her food or drink, the Mythic would really have had it then.

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Sawyer

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"I wasn’t even looking at you," Sawyer pointed out defensively, raising an eyebrow at the Hellhound before rolling his eyes. Or if he had looked at her, he hadn’t intended to. Obviously he never would’ve done so if he’d known he would be scolded like some school boy for it. "Yeah, alright. Sorry you’re bent out of shape but I don’t think I did anything to you." 

[houndingangel-blog]

Of course he hadn't done anything to her, not that she was aware of at least. Looking up at the sign above her head "looking to get stabbed or what?" She questioned, leaning against the wall. Angel didn't think he was really here looking to get a tattoo or a piercing. The guy seemed more like he was just roaming around, another new Mythic in town. A regular who came in to get his full body tattoo done, walked towards the front door. She managed a small polite smile in his direction before turning back to the Mythic.

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Just Another Night ► Dante and Angel

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"Ain’t that the truth," Dante grinned, throwing back a shot and ordering another round for the two of them. This particular Hellhound wasn’t very chatty, but then not a lot of them were. It was one of the reasons why he didn’t much care for his own kind. Dante liked good conversation, and most Hellhounds wanted to hit first and ask questions later. "Ask you something?" he began, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "Where’s a good place to set up shop in this town? I’ll probably be around for awhile, so what’s the best part to live in that won’t put me in the poor house or land me in the middle of some gang war?" 

[houndingangel-blog]

Angel was fine with him not asking her anything to be honest, but since the guy was buying her a drink she'd tolerate it for the moment. Without a word, the brunette glanced over as if telling him to go on. Did he really just mention not wanting to end up in the middle of a gang war. The guy was in the middle of something a lot bigger and he was worried about gangs. With a smirk she tilted her head a little before answering. "Depends what you plan on doing with your time. Little 5 Points is pretty central and safe. But hey, call me biased." 

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Lisette

[madam-lisette-camden]

"Are you sure it’s not two? I don’t mind the title honestly." She shrugged and then took a few steps closer to the Hellhound an unimpressed smirk on her face. This was definitely going to be an interesting conversation and she was curious to see where it would lead. "Don’t flatter yourself honey, I wasn’t staring at you. I just happened to look over when I sensed you that’s all. Too bad there wasn’t much to see." This woman, whoever she was, obviously thought way too highly of herself and Lisette would ensure that the other was well aware she didn’t share her opinion. She planned on staying in Atlanta for a while and no one was going to stand in her way.

[houndingangel-blog]

"I'm sure. It's all yours." Angel visibly scoffed at the damn Siren. If she thought she was going to prance around here with her smug little face, thinking people would just grovel at her feet, she had another thing coming. The Hellhound gave her a saccharine smile, one that came with practiced ease; usually reserved for customers she wanted to punch. The other Mythic was clearly new in town, her queen bee attitude wouldn't run well with most people. "Not much to see from where I'm standing either." She shrugged. 

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Flynn

[leprockaun]

Her anger was practically infectious, and it took him several seconds to be able to formulate a rational response. “Call me crazy, but is it normal where you’re from to insult people when they’re apologizing?” He took a step forward, his awareness that he was directly confronting a much more powerful person momentarily dulled by his mounting annoyance with her. “You want an ass? How’s this: the dead are dead. The people who died in that camp aren’t coming back. Maybe if you spent a little less time lashing out at anyone who comes within twenty feet, you’d realize that there’s not a damn thing you can do to change that, and try and carry on with your life. I don’t know how many people you lost that day, but I’m pretty sure that the best way to honor their memory isn’t by wasting the one fucking thing they don’t have anymore. Yeah, I’m an ass.” He turned and started down the street. “Welcome to the club.”

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The rage stirring within the Hellhound was boiling and bubbling as he continued to speak. Before she knew it, her palm was flush against the Leprechaun's chest as she pushed him. With her enhanced strength, she knew it would hurt more than just a human's shove but didn't care. Couldn't be bothered. He asked for it. Angel refused to process any of the words he was directing at her. Still too early for that. "Yeah you are an ass. Glad we both think so. Stay the hell away from me." 

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Sawyer

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After having chatted with Alex a bit in front of Logos Sawyer had crossed the street to avoid the further prying eyes of the police officers, only to find himself face to face with a hot tempered Hellhound. “Me?” He asked hesitantly at her remark, pointing a finger in his chest and glancing around to see if there was anyone else she could have been talking to. “I - um, I was just trying not to be in the eyes of the police any longer…I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to bother you or anything. Are you okay?” He paused, grimacing at the words that had come from his mouth, “Never mind that was a stupid question you’re obviously not okay…” 

[houndingangel-blog]

Angel raised a brow at the Mythic who approached her, one she had never seen before. "I don't see anybody else looking at me." She pointed out sharply. When he mentioned the police, Angel glanced around to see if there were any in sight. She really didn't care if he was some petty criminal or not. He was right, she wasn't okay and the Hellhound was going to deal with it the best way she knew how. Ignoring, avoiding, and bitching for the most part. Running a hand through her hair she groaned at him. "You sound like a lost cat." 

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Just Another Night ► Dante and Angel

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Dante half-smirked at her response. It was what he expected from another of his kind, so he tipped his glass to her and shot back the last of his beer. “The dying part isn’t that interesting…tragic maybe…but only interesting for the fallout it will have.”  Death was an old friend of Dante’s. It wasn’t like he courted it; it was just part of the job. “Need another drink?” he asked, signaling the bartender over. “It’s on me. You look like you could use it.” 

[houndingangel-blog]

Angel didn't have much to say to the other Hellhound. She didn't remember the faces of those they had freed, but there were a lot of new faces in town. He might be one of the them, but she wasn't going to jump to conclusions and assume. For all she knew he could just be a Hellhound riding in through this part of town by chance. "Never can have too many drinks." Angel didn't care about anything anymore. The fact that a lot of Mythics were freed thanks to what she did in part hadn't registered with the Hellhound. She was still enveloped in the spiraling emotions of having lost Noah.

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Lisette

[madam-lisette-camden]

It had been a few days and she was still getting a feel for the place. She certainly wasn’t used to being around a bunch of mythics and the added police and news presence was not something she was excited about. Lisette was still debating about whether or not she had made the right choice in staying in the city, but she supposed it was a little too early to tell. As she questioned herself for the hundredth time she felt the ping of a Hellhound. She glanced over at the woman and was met with an unpleasant greeting. She stopped in her tracks and turned towards her. “Nothing actually. Is everyone in Atlanta this much of a bitch?” She shot back quickly. She might be new in town, but no one talked to her like that, especially not someone cunt who thought she ran the place.

[houndingangel-blog]

"No, not everyone. Now that you're here in Atlanta I think it's just the one." Angel snapped back. Who did this Mythic think she was talking to her like that. "If that's how you greet every person you end up staring at, I'm sure you'll get along great with everyone. Try staring a little less why don't you. Or I don't know, get the fuck out of my sight maybe." The Hellhound couldn't be bothered with anyone anymore. 

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Flynn

[leprockaun]

Ignoring her question for the time being, he peered over her shoulder and scanned the paper taped to the door. Sebastian’s name wasn’t hard to find, and Flynn felt a slight ping of sadness for the fallen Muninn. Looking back to Angel, he dropped the brusque attitude of a few moments ago. “Point of fact, I can. I’m truly sorry, I didn’t realize you had also lost someone.” He took a step back and looked down slightly, hoping to show her he meant no disrespect. “I only spoke with him once, and I was probably more of an ass than he deserved. I have a bad habit of that,” he conceded, bringing his eyes back to hers.

[houndingangel-blog]

The way he said he didn't realize she had lost someone too struck a nerve. He probably thought she wasn't capable of caring for anyone, that she was just made of stone. If only that were the case life would have been so much easier. Yes, the loss of Sebastian had taken its toll on her and the rest of the staff, as well as those who were close to him. The Mythics were all mourning over the Mythics that were lost in the fight, but nobody gave a second thought to Noah. Angel still continued to berate herself over his death, it took everything out of her not to hurt the person in front of her in rage. "I'm sure you were an ass. But guess what, nobody cares now. He's dead." She spat out. "Go ahead, continue to be an ass."

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Just Another Night ► Dante and Angel

He was sitting at the bar when the news story broke, and it almost caused the Hellhound to choke down his whiskey. Well, that was certainly interesting. He’d be amused to see how that turned out for everyone involved, especially the guy that stuck his neck out on national TV. “Another round,” he nodded toward the bartender, placing a twenty dollar bill on the table. There was blood on the corner of it, which he wiped away before the bartender picked it up. Oops. “Interesting news story, huh?” he asked the person next to him. “Guess times they are a changin’.” 

[houndingangel-blog]

There was not a single bottle of liquor left, the barrel Phoebe got her was finished a long time ago. She didn't want to talk to the Harpy, or anyone so she made her way towards the Vortex. There were usually enough people in there for her to blend in with and go unnoticed. Sliding into an empty seat by the bar, she immediately recognized the familiarity of her own kind. Another Hellhound. It couldn't be Soren. Turning to her left she saw an unfamiliar face. Angel ordered straight bourbon and waited for her drink ignoring the damn TV best she could. Alex would always be a heroic idiot. Was this guy actually talking to her. "What's so fucking interesting about it, people fucking dying everywhere." She muttered more to herself. Raising a brow at the other Hellhound she picked up her glass and threw back the liquid down her throat. She needed more.

[houndingangel-blog]

What ? || Angel & Flynn

[leprockaun]

Flynn had been walking down the street, not really sure where to go. After crossing the street, he glanced up as he sensed a Mythic on the sidewalk in front of him. As soon as he put a name to the face, he stopped short. His last conversation with the Hellhound had ended on a rather abrupt and slightly menacing note, and had left him morbidly curious about “sharp objects”. He glanced up to the building she was in front of, and suddenly her “hobbies” became far more understandable. He cocked his head at her question. “Are you this eloquent with all of your customers, or should I view it as special treatment?” Sliding past her and into the doorway, he looked over his shoulder and asked, “Who do I have to survive a conversation with to get some ink?”

[houndingangel-blog]

The Hellhound didn't give a flying fuck about what the customers thought. Zane might have something to say about that but at the moment she really couldn't care. Before he could go into the shop "nobody's going to ink you there." She deadpanned. On the front door, there was a tribute written up by the staff for Sebastian. "Can't you fucking read?" The Hellhound snapped at him. People were dead, good people. The only people who were getting any service today were ones that had scheduled appointments from out of town. Stepping over to where he stood, Angel stood in front of the door glaring at him.