The Guardian Angel

Everyone has their secrets, some more painful than others

[meditatingmiller]

"Yeah--yeah I just got back."

"No, no it's the middle of the night, no one'll know. I'm sorry, okay? I swear, no one noticed I was gone... I don't think...

/hearing footsteps from behind her/ I-I have to go, bye."

[jamesbanes]

I’ve had a lot of young woman tell me that Allison is inspirational to them, and I love that. Because there aren’t a lot of strong female characters on TV at the moment, and I think it’s really important for this generation to see that.

[losingtherace]

Raphael was about to make a sarcastic comment about how her stupid talons hadn’t really helped the swelling, but bit his tongue to prevent himself.  He didn’t exactly have room to talk when considering the girl’s bruising.  ”You’re neck doesn’t seem that great either…”  Originally, the boy had been intending to apologize for that, but saying sorry wasn’t exactly something he did all that often.  Still, there was something in his voice that was a little different, and he had wondered if she could tell that was almost what he had meant.

[meditatingmiller]

Jo could tell if she imagined it or not, but there was something sad, maybe even regretful, under his gruffness when he mentioned her neck. Setting the ice back on his hand, she reached a few tender fingers from her throbbing hand to her bruises, wincing slightly but hoping he wouldn't notice. "T-that's not that bad. They'll be better soon enough."

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[nightingale-rph]

Aaron followed obediently after Joanne, not even stopping to consider telling her no after the conversation they just had. “If it’s the lake, I already found it— wouldn’t mind going there again though. It just might be a little chilly.”

[meditatingmiller]

Jo laughed as she came to her room. "Lake wasn't really what I had planned... Here, you might want these." She opened her closet and pulled out two blankets and a couple of sweatshirts, tossing them on the bed and sitting next to them. "You never know what the weather will be like."

[crash---and---burn]

Up on the Roof [Sonnet & Joanne]

Whenever Sonnet needed to get some air she was always tempted to go outside and steal someone’s car. She knew she wasn’t supposed to do it, but the urge was there. Instead of going her usual route, she headed around the building till she found the exit that lead to the roof. As she opened the door to the roof, it was surprising how shitty the weather was, but she didn’t leave. It wasn’t safe to be up there in this sort of weather and for some reason that intrigued her. “Shit,” she replied as the rain fell on her.Thing’s were getting bad and fast. Sonnet wanted a rush not pneumonia. 

[meditatingmiller]

Joanne didn't mean to lock herself on the roof, especially in this hellish weather. She honestly just wanted to feel the rain... feel like she was free to wander somewhere, anywhere. But as soon as she heard the door click closed, she knew she was screwed. This wasn't supposed to happen... Locked alone on the roof wasn't the plan. Or maybe not alone. She turned around to splashing footsteps and an equally soaked Sonnet heading for the door. "It's no use," she practically had to yell over the rain. "It's locked tight."

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[annie-lehane]

Well, I mean.. I kinda enjoyed it.

[meditatingmiller]

Well... he kinda deserved it. /she smirked/

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[pullingthepuppetstrings]

"C’mon, Jo…" Damian returned, moving a bit closer to her, leaning over to kiss her again, "You know you’re just dying to try it out…" He added, his lips moving down to her neck, kissing along it gently.

[meditatingmiller]

/Her heart rate spiked yet again, and her breath hitched slightly as his lips trailed down her skin. Part of her was dying to try something, anything, but the pain of it not being who she really wanted tore at her every second she longed./

/she gasped, finally coming to her senses and giving him a light push backwards before crawling back towards her headboard./ S-seriously, Damian... I can't do this.

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[pullingthepuppetstrings]

"Wait, you telling me you’re a virgin?" Damian asked, brow perked, laughing a bit before shaking his head, "Tell you what- I wanna show you how fun this can be, but if you don’t wanna go that far yet, there’s some other stuff we can do." He suggested, winking playfully at her.

[meditatingmiller]

/Jo felt herself turn deep red as he laughed at her for her virginity. She knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, but it still hurt./ T-that's sweet of you to offer, but... I can't.

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[pullingthepuppetstrings]

"Feels perfectly alright to me." Damian returned, moving back towards the bed, pulling her back with him gently, a slight smirk on his lips as he looked up at her, "You telling me you really don’t want this?"

[meditatingmiller]

I-I can't, I can't lose it like this. I'm sorry. /She brushed passed him and sat down cross legged at the foot of the bed./

[losingtherace]

Raphael thought over the arrangement for a moment before nodding in agreement.  ”Deal,… but don’t call me that.”  He added the last part after being reminded of the nickname his mother had often used on him.  It usually brought out bitter feelings and that wouldn’t work well for their situation now that he was agreeing to an apparent treaty.

[meditatingmiller]

"Fine by me, tough guy." /she tossed the knife on the floor before picking up the ice and sitting on a nearby couch, looking at him patiently./ "Your hand's already swelling..."

[caitrionaxbalfe-deactivated2015]

Yes, just come in

[caitrionaxbalfe-deactivated2015]

Ah… You were here before. [nods] Well, if the room means a lot to you, I can see if we can swap? I don’t mind. I just got here.

[meditatingmiller]

Oh, no--no I wouldn't do that to you. Besides, living in the past isn't the healthiest.

It's probably better I'm not in here anymore. New stay, new problems, new room, right? Thank you, though... for offering.

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[annie-lehane]

He put my sister in the hospital, yes he fucking deserved it. 

[meditatingmiller]

Then you won't be here long. If you did it for joy, they'd never let you out. Out of pain, and revenge? They won't hold you forever for that.

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[nightingale-rph]

"I actually like talking most of the time. When it’s about pointless shit, or about anyone else, I guess, it’s pretty easy." Aaron bit his lip in an attempt, to keep himself quiet instead of further discussing his mother. Telling Joanne that she had died just months before his… spree (if that’s what you call it), would only serve to make him appear more pitiful. He didn’t want to come off as a total charity case, especially so soon.

"I trust you, enough." The boy answered hesitantly, again taking Joanne’s hand. "You already know more about me than most people."

[meditatingmiller]

I guess you're right- Talking is easy; it's the subjects that make things difficult. /Joanne took Aaron's hand and pulled him up gently to his feet, pulling him in the direction of her dorm to grab a blanket/ I'm going to show you my favorite place in this hell, especially during summers.

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[hypnos-bree]

What a shitty place to call home.

[meditatingmiller]

Gives some light as to where I came from, huh?

[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[pullingthepuppetstrings]

"Then lemme show you what to do next." He suggested, clearly ignoring the hints that she was dropping, leaning down to kiss her again, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, smirking a bit at her, keeping his hands on her hips. "You look like you could use some real fun."

[meditatingmiller]

"I think we have different ideas of the word 'fun', Damian..." /Jo moved her hands to her hips, on top of his hands, and tried to gently push them back away from her./ "It doesn't feel right."

[jaredpadaleckis-deactivated2015]

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[meditatingmiller]

I guess this means I'm home

[pullingthepuppetstrings]

"I don’t see what part of this doesn’t seem like the best idea." He whispered, moving to let her down, kissing her again, his eyes locked on hers, his hands on her hips gently, "You said it yourself, it felt fine. So let’s you and me have some real fun, hm?"

[meditatingmiller]

"I-I know I did... I know, but something isn't right. A-and I mean I'm, I haven't even.." /the idea of "real fun" scared Joanne pretty badly, never having gone passed second with anyone. She pulled back when he kissed her again, a growing feeling of disgust growing in her stomach./ "I'm sorry, I just--I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't have let you kiss me..."