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Jarrob Aramon Montelli

"When have you angels ever thought about us?"

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a character in “Dawn & Dusk”, as played by Makenna Young

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Jarrob Aramon Montelli, 17
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Intelligent | Destructive | Furious | Disobediant | Demonic ;)

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[No problem.]


Scarlett hadn't thought much of homeroom, as she was just quietly sitting down, with her hands folded. Her eyes were locked on the desk, she couldn't help but be slightly disappointed by the broken leg, on the far left corner. The noise itself was getting quite annoying, and she found it a little sad that the school didn't even care to fix it.
The bell rang before she could go into deeper thought.
Scarlett pushed the hair out of her face, and stood up, heading for the door.
She took a glance at the schedule, wondering where to go.
Almost suddenly, she was hit with an very strong, dark aura.
Demon was the first word to come to mind.
Scarlett stopped walking, and had toned up her aura herself. It wasn't going to be long until this Demon noticed her, why not now? Scarlett then continued to walk.

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Scarlett frowned, her schedule told her to go to gym. First of all, this was the only class she disliked, worse, it was first period. She gave out a small sigh, and headed towards the gymnasium.
Scarlett had to admit, she was curious as to what a Demon was doing here. Not only was she curious to what this demon was doing, but simply why it was here... Why would a Demon attend school, anyway?
Her curiosity loomed, as she started to walk a little slower. Scarlett soon started to notice the halls empty, and picked up her pace, she was sure teachers wouldn't appreciate someone being late...Maybe she could say she got lost? Scarlett stomped her foot on the ground, and criticized herself. Lie?! That's a sin! It must have been the Mortal part of her...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the late bell.
Scarlett let out a heavy sigh, and broke into a small run.

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Jarrob kept a steady pace as he searched the school building. So far, nothing was out of the ordinary. Why would an angel be in school anyway? Why hide in a school of all places? It wasn't just odd, it was, erm, well, extremely odd. Jarrob gave a small smirk at his own thoughts. Well, it's not like he was ever real good with words.

The halls were all but empty. The only exception was a girl who had just come into view, a blond. She seemed hesitant about something, though Jarrob had no idea what it could possibly be. That is, until he came closer to her. The naseau overcame him once more, this time worse than ever. Which meant... He was in the presence of an angel. The girl.

The late bell rang, and the girl shot away. Jarrob was relieved that she didn't see him. If she did, well, not good. Not good at all. But, he supposed she couldn't be full angel. Where were her wings? Angels couldn't disguise their wings anymore than the fallen could. But he could retract his wings, because he was only part Fallen. Which meant.... The girl was only part angel. Which meant she was also part mortal.

Jarrob's mind was swimming. He was no match for a full angel, he knew that much. But what about a half angel? They oughta be evenly matched, meaning he had a huge oppurtunity staring him in the eyes. If he could kill this fiend, Lord Lucifer would have to accept him, despite his forbidden parentage. They could come out of hiding forever, perhaps live in Sheoul.

Jarrob shook himself out of his fantasy and backed around the corner. He would watch this girl today. And she'd never know. And this would be her last day of life.

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Scarlett eventually reached her gym class. The gym was huge, and filled with several students, sitting on the bleachers. There was only one teacher, a male, which she had expected. Scarlett hoped he was nice. Apparently, she wasn't the only late, so she didn't get in trouble, but instead she had gotten a small warning not to be late again. With a quick nod, Scarlett made her way onto the bleachers.
Even though she was probably the only one listening, the teacher started ramble on about lockers, locker room rules, gym clothes, and so on. While were talking, she jotted down most the instructions down on a small notebook. A small frown came across her face, she never realized how bad her handwriting was...She could barely even read it herself.
No wonder I got an E in handwriting...
She thought, pausing a bit before beginning to scribble again, filling the notebook with messy notes. Scarlett did get some odd looks; Taking notes in gym?

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Jarrob walked past the gym entrance the girl had used. She couldn't see him, that much he knew; stealth was of the essence should he wish to succeed. And he wished to. And expected to. After all, this was just one pathetic girl. She'd be no match for him, as long as she was still harnessing her powers.

Jarrob knew that many an angel didn't fully harness their powers until adulthood, unlike the Fallen, who had adapted to harnessing it in early childhood, in most cases. The reasoning for this was angels, those sickly light beings who shortened the lifespan of the Fallen. 7 out of 10 Fallen were murdered by an Angel in their first thousand years of life. So Fallen adapted to getting their powers earlier, while Angels remained later. Of course, there was always exceptions to that rule, but he hoped this girl was not one of them.

A door creaked open to Jarrob's left, a little ways ahead. Aha! The outer entrance to the boys' room! Each locker room had two entrances: one inside the gymnasium, one in the halls. A perfect way for a Fallen to sneak in to observe (he felt stalk was too harsh, given the circumstances) an Angel without being seen.

Jarrob made his way to the door leading into the gym. He dare not open it, lest someone hear. Yet he needed to be able to see out, somehow... He snapped his fingers. The door vents! Of course! Lowering himself to his knees, Jarrob peered out of the door vent. It was slanted so that one could see out, but not in. How useful!


((Sorry. I started school this week, so I'll be posting less, I'm afraid. We're being hammered with homework already. :/))

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(Same here, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond! We already are having projects, and etc. Really sorry!! Should be more active, now that I got a lot of my work done. And oh yes... -ADMINISTERS TIME SKIP-)


Scarlett listened as the last bell of the day rung. It seems the day has passed by quickly, she thought, standing up from her seat. She headed over to her locker, trying a few times before she finally unlocked it.
Hm...Wonder where that demon could be.
She thought, gently closing the locker, as she glanced around a few times.
Seems real close...Ugh, that aura is making me sick.
She thought, shaking her head. Scarlett headed for the stairs, picking up her pace. She hadn't realized how close, he, or she, seemed all day. It made her a bit nervous...
Will this demon even have the guts to come up to me? Does it...err...the demon even want to?
She tilted her head a bit, but quickly shook the thought out of her mind.

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(Np!)
"You know, I thought I smelled filth. Now I know I'm right."
Scarlett turned to face what she now knew was a demon, with his wings spread. She didn't know quite what to feel at first, either surprised or worried. Sure, it was a demon, and she was completely alone, but so what? It wasn't like she was defenseless. On the other hand, she was quite surprised when she found he actually came. If she were to bet, her money would probably be on that he wouldn't come.
But here he was. Right in front of her.
Scarlett let out a sigh,
"Hi there. Now, what are you doing exactly...? Well, whatever it is, hurry up, because I've got to get home."
Her face didn't show any fear, just a blank face. But, inside, she may not have been screaming, but she couldn't help but be a bit intimidated by the fact this demon MIGHT actually be a full fledged demon. The chances weren't good, mostly because the demon was in such a small town, which edged towards the conclusion that he, and his parents were hiding from Lucifer, so they wouldn't have to kill him, and she didn't see a valid reason for demons, who hate mortals, to live with them. That would just confuse her.

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Scarlett, rather terrified of hitting the ground, and as a way to get the demon back, which might not be that effective, grabbed at his ankle. Even though, she actually was a bit frightened of heights, she kept her mellow look.
"I really don't like resorting to violence, so if we could just stop this that would be great,"
She smiled slightly, and continued,
"And might I warn you, even though I can't fly doesn't mean I don't know how to defend myself. It seems you haven't quite realized that,"
She added, with one hand, taking a small knife out of one of the pockets of her backpack, which was still conveniently hanging over her shoulder...Well, used to be. It made a light thump, as if fell to the ground.
"It's only for emergencies. Please, don't make me use it."
Scarlett added, showing an innocent smile.

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"Angels? Violet?''
Scarlett started to chuckle,
"I think not. It's your kind that's the violet ones,"
She pointed out. It was true, demons were basically meant for violence and destruction, how could he claim angels were violent? That's exactly what they tried to prevent! Scarlett was getting angry now, but it wouldn't help if she showed it. It would just give the demon an edge, something to tick her off with.
(Ahh! Sorry my posts are getting so short. Nothing really to talk about >.<)

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Scarlett was now screaming. No, not out loud. Just inside. Her expression might have gave it away, though. Her eyes, at first were like plates. If she were the demon, she would see her face as priceless. Yet, the thing was, she, truly, and honestly, couldn't fly. If she could, by now she wouldn't be afraid of heights. Oh yeah, especially when you're falling from them. And especially, especially high ones. Like now.
Scarlett had no idea what to do, due to the fact there was a demon above her, (With wings!) she was falling from a quite high height, and, of course, don't forget the ball of fire. There was nothing to grab, or grasp, but air. That was when she hatched the idea, which might help a whole lot, or fail horribly. She threw the knife at his wing. If it hit, he would start falling too, so they'd both be in trouble. If it missed....She was weaponless, and injured.
"If you're watching, God...Please let this work."
She muttered, so quietly she could barely even hear. Of course, she would have said something in angel tongue, but of course, she wasn't quite old enough, and she barely knew anything, since her Father refused to tell her until she was eighteen...She'd always resent him for that.

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Scarlett was overjoyed. Overjoyed to the point she didn't notice how much pain she would have felt if she wasn't so overjoyed when she hit the ground. She, taking advantage of the situation, stood up, and made her way over to the pinned demon, limping, because of the impact of the fall on her ankle, which now had come rushing in, as soon as she moved it.
This is going to be hard to explain...
She thought, as she easily got the demon in a full guard.
"So? Still wanna fight me?"
She asked, resting her arm across his neck.
"Because this is your last chance."

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Scarlett sighed.
"No, I'm not going to kill you, that's not the right thing to do..."
She leaned in closer to him, her eyes starring intensely into his.
"But if this ever happens again, I won't hesitate."
She got off of him, and took the knife out of his wing. Even if he wasn't pinned anymore, he surely wasn't going to have the strength to get her back...Much less the courage. His face was so pale, it was even a bit amusing. Scarlett picked up her stuff, and limped out the door. Now she just needed to think something up about her ankle...and why she was so late getting home.

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(Alright.)

Scarlett sighed deeply. She had no idea what she was going to say to her parents. How would she be able to come up with a story this quick?! Her house was only a few blocks away from the school. Even when she was limping, she should get there in less then five minutes. Though, it also didn't help the fact her foot was aching more than she thought was possible, as she lugged it along.
She groaned quietly, the more she walked, the more it hurt. She wasn't going to be able to focus on excuses if this pain didn't let up. Plus, it wasn't like she could stop, she was already going to be quizzed when she got home...Hopefully it was just her Mom. She happened to be less strict, and ask less specific questions.
Scarlett took a deep breath, then started to force herself to think of something.
...What should I say about my ankle? I really shouldn't tell the truth, considering the fact that Dad might get raged...and...stuff could happen. She spared the demon for a reason. Perhaps I can say I tripped? And I was late because I tripped, and I lost my phone?
Quickly, realizing she might have actually lost her phone, she slipped her hand into her pocket, only to find it wasn't there.
"At least it helps on my side."
She muttered, so quietly she could barely hear. Shaking her head slightly, Scarlett went back to thinking.
But I really don't want to lie...And that would be a lot of lies. Maybe...Maybe I could pretend it didn't happen? As if I never hurt my ankle?
She nodded quickly at the thought, knowing it would hurt, but it was worth avoiding the lie. Now she just needed to think about her back up story. How about she was studying? She was about to shake her head at the idea, but it was too late, she was already at her doorstep. Holding her breath, Scarlett gently placed her foot on the ground, starting to put pressure on it as she turned the door knob. She hissed silently, and quickly opened the door, releasing a gust of wind in her direction, as it blew back her blonde hair. The pain was tremendous, and that was an understatement. A very large understatement.
Pressing her teeth into her lip to distract her from her foot, she finally noticed her Mother, who was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, and her eyebrows arched. She had a phone in one hand, and a half eaten chocolate bar in the other.
"Hi, Mom."
Scarlett gave a crooked smile, more like a I'm sorry smile, then a smile at all. She narrowed her eyebrows,
"How come you came home so late today?"
She asked, taking a bite of the chocolate bar.
"..I-I was studying."
Scarlett wasn't the best liar around. Her Mom walked towards her.
"Studying? It's the first day of school, what could you have possibly studied?"
She sunk her teeth deeper into her lip.
"...Rules? Yes, rules! I was studying the rules."
She sighed, shaking her head, and placing her hand on Scarlett's shoulder.
"You know what? Whatever thing you did, don't tell me. It's not my job to get into your life...Well...Part of the time. But, just don't let this happen again, okay?"
Scarlett let out a sigh of great relief, and nodded, jogging to her room, putting most of the pressure on the ankle she didn't hurt. Quickly, without a sound, she swiftly hopped onto her bed. The first thing she did was rip off her shoes, and socks, and squeeze her ankle. It didn't ease the pain, but at least it made her feel like she was easing it. She could swear it was throbbing, but under no circumstances was she going to tell her parents about this...Where was Dad, anyway? She'd find out sooner or later.
Scarlett held her ankle for quite some time, watching the digital clock on her nightstand tick until it displayed 10:00. Now, it was dark in her room. She didn't bother to turn the lights on when she came in, so now, she was just sitting in utter silence, not to mention darkness. Though, her eyes were still adjusted, so she could still see the small details of her room.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and footsteps.
Must be Dad.
She thought, wondering why he was home so late. Shrugging, she carefully propped herself beneath the covers, and fell to sleep.



Scarlett had decided to take the bus today. Not only was it more convenient, but she wasn't in the mood to walk today. Neither was her foot. Though, it was feeling better, but that was probably because at about two in the morning she 'borrowed' one of her Dad's books, and found the word heal in angel tongue. It helped, but it didn't necessarily heal it all the way. She was only sixteen, either way.
Soon, she was leading herself out of the bus. It didn't hurt as bad to walk on it either, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt. If you looked close enough, you could notice she was walking rather oddly. Not that it mattered. When she was walking into the school, she stifled a laugh, spotting the demon sleeping on a bench in the lobby.
How amusing.
She thought, as she walked by him.

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Ugh, gym.
Scarlett thought, as she arrived at first period, already in her gym clothes. This was going to be hard on her foot, and she knew that for a fact. She was really going to fail in class today. Groaning, she walked into class. There were cones, which Scarlett didn't know what to interpret from them, other than they were going to do something today. She sat on the bleachers, and listened as the teacher rambled on about what they were going to do. This was the first time she didn't take notes; mostly because she wasn't in the mood, and secondly, right now all she wanted to do was disappear.
Scarlett shook her head, stop thinking that!
She commanded herself, frowning slightly. Before she could take out her notebook, which she had just ordered herself to get, people were getting off the bleachers, and getting in lines...

Turned out they were doing some running exercise which didn't please Scarlett in the slightest bit. When they were done, she didn't hesitate to get out of the room. Then, out of nowhere, there was the demon, again, with her phone.
Hope he didn't look at my texts...
She thought.

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Scarlett nodded slowly.
"...I'll just keep it in my locker for a few days..."
Looking at him, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit bad, he was obviously in pain...Sinking her teeth into her lip, She hesitated, before she slowly asked the words,
"Errr....Are you okay?"

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"I-it's alright..."
Scarlett muttered. She looked at the floor, and lightly scratched the back of her head.
"Um...I, err, I don't think concussions are really something to shrug about..."
She was biting her lip to the point of bleeding.

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Scarlett frowned...
"I-I don't know...It's not usually I care about someone who tried to kill me."
She admitted, shrugging slightly.
"..And it's not like I don't care about others..."
She added slowly.
"Why do you care if I care?"
Scarlett then asked, lifting her head up, but only so she could see his face.

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Scarlett shuffled her feet,
"I'm not all angel, you know."
She pushed her hair behind her ears, and sighed deeply.
"..."

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"Were you following me?"
Scarlett muttered.
"Whatever,"
She shook her head, and looked at him, arching her eyebrow slightly.
"You can?"

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Scarlett followed him,
"Shouldn't you be in your class?"
She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

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Scarlett rolled her eyes.
"Not that I would know,"
She smiled, once again pushing her hair out of her face.
"So annoying..."
She muttered, referring to the strand of hair that refused to stay behind her ear.

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Scarlett huffed,
"I'm not that powerless..."
But it wasn't very loud, so the demon couldn't hear.
"It would be funny, but I need to focus on the teacher, I'll slip in as the door closes."
She nodded, smirking, as she opened the door.

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Scarlett frowned in the slightest. That was a bit of a lie...She wiped the thought out of her mind, nodded, with a small smirk, and sat down at her desk.
It annoys me that it doesn't bother me as much as it should,
She thought.
Oh well.

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Scarlett sighed, pulling her backpack out of her locker, replacing it with her phone, which she wasn't planning on bringing home. She made her way towards the stairs, stopping short when she passed the demon's locker. Smiling, she went over and leaned against the locker next to him.
"I was wondering, what's your name?"
She asked.
"You know mine, so I might as well know yours."
She said, referring to when the teacher said her name, earlier in second period.

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The day was as boring as usual. Jarrob paid no mind to the teachers, instead succumbing into his own mind. Seriously, who could blame him? The Mortals were annoying, the grown ups especially. Well, grown ups of any species were annoying, his mother was living proof of that. But he supposed it didn't help matters that he had been talking to - and assisting - an Angel. It was crazy, unbelievable, impossible. Yet it had happened.

At the end of the day, head pounding more than ever, Jarrob headed to his locker, opening it and placing his head against the one next to it. The cool metal did little to soothe his aching head. "I was wondering, what's your name? You know mine, so I might aas well know yours." He knew that voice. He doubted he'd ever be able to forget it. The Angel who cared and spared, the girl who changed and complicated literally everything he had thought was true, was one hundred percent fact. Now he was confused.

Jarrob hiked his backpack onto his shoulder, closing the door that seperated them. Looking downwards, he responded: "Jarrob," he whispered, barely audible, somewhat reluctantly. What if she tracked him? Reported him? But why would she do that? If she wished him harm she would've just killed him... Wouldn't she. Well, unless she was a spy, gathering information... Oh crap. "My name's Jarrob."