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located in The Island of Eden, a part of The Angel Disease, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Island of Eden

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Character Portrait: Casteel Ambrose Character Portrait: Cordelia Character Portrait: Abigail Lancing Character Portrait: Aidan Lancing Character Portrait: Leon Dallan Gail Character Portrait: Roman Everest
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Cordelia kept looking at the shelves at the multitude of colors and she heard the sound of a splash in a nearby trash can. Aidan must have thrown away the rest of the his coffee. Whatever happened with the coffee must have made him sick. That was the only reasonable non-scary thing she could think of. It could honestly be a thousand times worse, but she wasn't going to think that way. That would mean taking him to Eden and no human should be forced to go there. Cordelia hates it there. Most angels do. Speaking of Eden she needed to check on Leon. Quickly, she sent a text message.
[To] Leon
[MSG] I hope you are holding down the fort over there. Also let me know when Cas shows back up in Eden

The message sent and she pocketed her phone. Her new human companion took her attention away from the island and onto some other ugly colors. "Are colors that ugly allowed to be put on the shelf?" The angel laughed a little. "This has to be illegal. Someone call the hideous paint color police." Cordelia said allowed to practically anyone listening, still laughing.



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Abigail had managed not to stare at him like a love sick puppy as she waited for him to make some kind of decision about what they were doing. She adjusted her dance bag on her shoulder, rocking on her heels a little. Then out of no where Mr. Perfect turned around and took her hand. Cas didn't give the nervous brunette a chance to think about what was happening. They were walking back into the dance studio. Walking inside her first thought was to head straight to where her practice room. Does he want to see me dance? Was the first thought that came to mind. Her face turned red at the though and she turned away to hide it. Once it cleared up, she looked at Castiel. "Um wh-what is the plan?" She asked, leaning against the wall.



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Roman shuffled his feet, dancing around the bag. Sweat was dripping from his brow, muscles were aching, and his fists were throbbing. If the bag was a person they would surely be dead from the amount of punches received. He was at his cool down. Throwing a few slow jabs at the bag, trying to calm his racing pulse. Others in the gym were at their own pace with the bags. Roman didn't have a training partner. He was his own trainer. Finally stepping away from the bag, he wiped his forehead and chugged an entire bottle of water. He grabbed his workout bag and then left the gym. People were walking and flooding the sidewalks. He shuffled through, smiling at people, waving at the ones he knew, and nodding at people he was familiar with. He got up to his apartment and immediately went to take a shower. It was a steamy one. To help relax the muscles. After that he started cooking food. He hadn't eaten since that morning. Lunch/Dinner was an absolute must at this point.