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Hope Sanders

"Don't doubt me. I was assigned to you, and I will see to it that my assignment is completed."

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a character in “Hold on to me”, as played by TheHuntress

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Full Name:
Hope Rachiel Sanders

Nicknames:
"Hope. Just Hope."

Age:
22

Ethnicity
50% Italian 50% German

Sexuality:
"Gender is simply a barrier."
Pansexual

Guarding:
Human Male 1




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Personality:
Clinging ll Daring ll Practical ll Stubborn ll Sarcastic ll Protective
What do you think of when you think of an angel? Innocent? Kind? Perfect?

Hope is most definitely not the image of the typical angel most think of. Probably anything but perfect. Unlike most angels, she was created with an attitude, one very much unlike the stereotypical kind angels who only seek to help humans realize their own potentials. While her heart is in the right place, kind and caring to those she was assigned to protect, she often refuses to establish any close relationships with them and instead merely see them as temporary subjects or assignments.

Rules were never definite for Hope, for she held a daring and adventurous attitude, often barging through several rules to get to what she wanted. The only rule she truly followed was "The Rule" assigned to angels as they watch over their assignments, for if she were to break that rule, she would be disgraced as an angel, the ultimate punishment. However, other than that one rule, she never faltered in breaking others, simply seeing them as barriers against her goals. Fear for punishment was something she usually does not think about, for she never looks far enough into the future to see the consequences for her actions. Hope lives in the present and only the present, disregarding all others. Thus, it makes her both daring and rash.

For years, she has been assigned humans to be put under her protection, however, the one personal rule she had kept to was to never let her emotions interfere with her job. Practicality is a must when it comes to these situations and she will always choose practicality over emotions, finishing her job despite the fact that her actions may harm others. Given the easy way or the hard way, she would always choose the easy and most practical path, never beating around the bushes nor wasting any time whatsoever. Such allows her to always finish her job but usually her actions result in consequences she cannot control.

While Hope would never admit it, somehow, unconsciously, she always establishes a connection with the human she was sent to protect. Once the job starts, one can usually never find her leaving the human's side, clinging to their presence wherever they moved. She holds a strong sense of responsibility along with a protective nature. She especially hates others underestimating her abilities and thus usually goes out of her way to show others that she is able to finish the job.

Although an angel, Hope was never deemed as "forgiving". Once angered, it is difficult to calm her down or to make her forget about whatever fight just happened. She is stubborn in nature and holds fast to her beliefs, refusing to let anyone change her mind or any ideas she held onto. The biggest betrayal to her would be lying, for she hates it more than anything else anyone could do.




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Likes:
Outdoors ll Jokes ll Strawberries ll Painting ll Eating ll Animals ll Casual Atmosphere ll Roadtrips ll Exploring ll Practicality ll Horror Movies ll Comedies

Dislikes:
Restrains ll Lying ll Cooking ll Deaths ll Stuffy Environment ll Crowds ll Hospitals ll Romances ll Pessimism ll People Underestimating Her ll Formal Atmosphere ll Waiting ll Crying




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Fears:
Love
This is the one thing Hope will not admit, for it is embarrassing to even think about. She often disguises this in the idea that she follows "The Rule", however, the truth is that she is truly afraid of falling in love, not because of the consequences of the crime, but because it is unpredictable. She follows practicality for a reason, to not mix her emotions into her job because once let loose, her emotions may spin out of control. She fears what she cannot understand, and love is something she has seen destroy lives. It is the one thing about human beings she truly cannot understand and thus she despises it at every turn, never even stepping close to falling in love during her jobs.

Death
She has seen death and despises it. Although death is natural and a part of human life, she sees it as an end and a fall rather than something that is a part of the daily cycle. Hope has seen families fall into depression, friends cry themselves to sleep, and others simply mourn for death and does not wish it upon anyone. She believes everyone deserves another chance at life and will do everything in her power to stop the person from failing in their second chance.

Unpredictability
Hope always has to have everything under control and the future within her grasp. She hates doubts and questions, only seeking for a definite answer. When things spin out of her control, she will start panicking for that's when future is torn away from her grasp. She always has to have everything planned out every step along the way toward the end of her goal and fears anything happening outside of all the possibilities she has had preparations for.

Humans
She fears what she cannot understand. There is just something about human beings that are so different from angels, their emotions, their actions, their thoughts. Although she has been with them for many years on the job, she still cannot possibly hope to understand them fully. Unlike many other angels fascinated with the species, she chooses instead to focus on her job and simply the superficial aspects of humans, refusing to dwell deeper into them in fear of finding something out of her expectations.

Dreams:
Control
Hope wishes to have control over everything, especially the future. While this is merely a fantasy and cannot hope to become true, her life is practically aimed at predicting every single possibility and organizing everything to fit her expectations. Her agenda is always organized, never letting the plan go haywire or anything to fall out of predictability. However, as things are often not within her full control, she often dreams of a world where she can call the shots and create a world where she is in control.

Home/Heaven
Too many years on Earth has developed a sense of longing for the home back in heaven for Hope. This home-sickness is most likely developed from the fact that Earth is still a strange land to her, full of beings she has yet to understand. She hopes to be back in the place where everyone is predictable to her. Humans and life in Earth is far too unpredictable for her liking.

Family/A Place to Belong to
Angels do not have families and the lack of such makes her long for the feeling of "home" many humans often told her about. She wishes for a place to belong to, although angels supposedly belong to heaven. Hope often feels lost within the world, unable to determine exactly where her heart lies. She seeks for comfort but is too afraid to give into her emotions, thus shuts herself off from others.

Secrets:
Fear of Love
She would never admit to the fear of love and thus always disguises that fear as simply sticking to "The Rule" although she is usually known as the daring angel who breaks every rule in her path.

She is Lost
Where does she belong? Hope does not know, even though all the other angels have told her heaven is where angels belong. However, doubting yourself is a weakness she refuses to show to anybody, and thus keeps her feeling of emptiness and loss to herself, instead choosing to shield herself away from others. She pretends to have everything under control when in reality, she does not even have herself under control.




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History:
"I don't remember when I was created, but only what I was created for--Hope."

"Like many of the angels I was simply created by the hand of God, who raised us to be one of his own. We had one job and one job only, to soothe those that fell into times of desperation and give them the second chance everyone deserves. Such is our life's goal, and one that I've had trouble with ever since I was created. Now don't get me wrong, my heart was in the right place, but my methods are much different from those of the other angels."

"It took nearly an eternity before God sent me down to Earth, for I was too much unlike the other angels. I was not the compliant and soothing angel many expected but instead, I was daring, something God did not take a liking to. However, once I showed the others that, like them, I was protective of those I was assigned to and I was able to get the job done, I was sent here to start a human life and use that human body to show them exactly what I am capable of."

"For twenty-two years, I lived inside of this body, although this is my first time down on Earth, I was able to accomplish nearly all of my assignments with ease. They're boring really, for I was rational and practical, able to shift through without much trouble at all. Perhaps the main reason I was so successful in these assignments was due to the fact that I refuse to establish a close relationship with the humans and instead seek for the quick way through, healing them from a distance. I never let myself become too involved in their affairs because, in truth, although I would never admit it, I don't understand human beings. And people fear what they cannot understand. I cannot understand how they feel, how they think and how.. They love. Love is terrifying, for I've seen what it can drive people to do. And thus, I choose to keep a distance away from the human beings, help them from afar, for if I get too involved.. I don't know what would happen."

"In the end, all that matters to me is how to finish my assignments within the time limit. That's all they are to me, the humans. Simply assignments. However, even so, I will do whatever is possible in my ability to give them the second chance they all deserve."




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So begins...

Hope Sanders's Story

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“Ralph? Ralph? Oh for Christ’s sake! Ralph!” A high-pitched voice blasted through Ralph’s head, dispersing all the clouds and scrolls that had been right in front of his eyes. “Raphael Edward Smith, you will wake up this moment, or else!” Groaning, Ralph grabbed the pillow beside his head and placed it over his head, trying to block out the surge of noise that now flooded his human senses. He could hear his mother shout his name again, only to hear his father yell back, from outside the house, “Oh for Christ’s sake, Dan, stop yelling! The boy’ll come down soon enough.” Through the pillow, Ralph could hear his father mutter darkly, the familiar crinkling of newspaper announcing that his father had gone to check the mail. Thank God I live in South Carolina. Raphael thought, lifting the pillow slightly and opening one of his eyes slightly, only to close it shut with a confirming glance that he had forgotten to close his window. A drafty, cold wind blew through his window, causing Ralph to pull his large blanket over his head and he drifted back asleep again, his eyes fluttering closed once more.

Two sharp raps brought Ralph back to the real world, rudely. “Raphael! For God’s sake, it’s already twelve in the afternoon, young man! I didn’t bring you up to let you be a lazy piece of garbage!” Ralph sighed and sat up, and blinked lazily. “I’m up, Mom,” he replied, yawning widely. He could hear his mother stomping back down the stairs, her angry muttering mixing in with the noises from outside and from the kitchen downstairs. “And for the love of God, close your window!” Ralph shook his head with exasperation- he had come home late last night and had barely been able to get any sleep at all. Excitement coursed through his veins as he got up and closed his window, bolting it shut. He had found his human. To think that he has been so close to me for so long. Really shouldn’t have spent that much time pursuing an education to leave this place. Ralph stretched, a satisfied smile on his face, and changed quickly, pulling off his pajamas to put on a dress shirt with a sweater on top, and a pair of formal pants. His wardrobe itself was filled with such formal, or semi-formal clothes, and almost no casual clothes at all. Not a hoodie in sight.

Humming a light tune- Act 1, Tableau 1, The Christmas Tree from Tchaikovsky’s the Nutcracker Ballet- Ralph made his way to the bathroom and brushed his teeth within 5 minutes sharp. Finishing his business, Ralph bounded down the stairs, two steps at a time, and walked into the kitchen. “Morning, mother.” he said, placing a light kiss on Danielle’s cheek before pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting down across from his father at the table. “Morning, father.” His father shot him an annoyed look before returning to his newspaper. “Mmpfh.” Came the usual, standard, muffled reply from behind the newspaper. Stomping over with his breakfast on a plate, and two other plates in her other hand, Ralph’s mother set his food hard on the table, causing a bit of his scrambled eggs to fly off the plate and onto the desk. “Breakfast,” she muttered, placing the two other plates gently on the table in front of the newspaper and for herself, “is finally served.” She shot a dark glance at Ralph before sitting down in her chair, picking up the pre-placed fork and knife in front of her before carefully digging in. Ralph coughed slightly and muttered a ‘thank you’ before digging into his food himself, careful to make sure he didn’t watch Danielle too much and that he didn’t start laughing. He could tell that his father was having a hard time looking serious as well, as the older man folded his newspaper to a side to reveal a forced frown on his face.

“Well, where were you last night?” Suddenly breaking the silence, his mother looked at Ralph with expectant eyes, an eyebrow raised. “You never stay out after ten, and you always give us a call if you do come home at ten, along with where you’re at and who you’re with.” Ralph kept his head down, staring at his scrambled eggs. Humans. He thought. Well, rather, mothers. Coughing again, he looked up and then looked away again. I would suppose that after living with humans for so long I’d be a bit better at lying. “Mom, I swear to God, I was just driving over. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you, but I was tired.” Careful to not make any eye contact- now why wouldn’t I?- Ralph shoveled some more of his scrambled eggs into his mouth. The earlier tasty eggs now felt like rubber as a feeling coursed through his body, a feeling that Ralph was now rather well acquainted with through his human body. Nervousness. Consciously shifting around in his chair, Ralph cleared his throat to look at his mother’s eyes glaring down at him with a fiery intensity. “You did not go out drinking.” Ralph sighed and looked at his mother, “No.”

“You were not outside participating in illegal activities?” Ralph and Danielle both glared at his father who snorted into his eggs the moment the question was asked. With an impatient huff, Ralph turned and faced his mom, “No, Ma, come on, you know me better. I’d never do that sort of stuff.” The lady pursed her lips and looked at her son, “Download music from the internet? I’m sure you did that last night.” Ralph groaned as he grabbed his place and got up, placing the dirty plate in the sink. Why is it that humans have to be so aggravating all the time? Especially mothers. Mothers! Ralph rolled his eyes, the humane emotions coursing through his vein tilting him towards annoyance and anger. “I’m going out; I’ll be back.” Without saying anything else, Ralph bounded towards the front door, grabbing the jacket he had placed on the coat hanger and putting it on, while grabbing his car keys from the key holder on the shoe rack with his other hand. Where’s my phone. Sighing, Ralph turned right back and ignored the white and furious face his mother shot at him as he bounded up the stairs, grabbed his phone, and ran back down again.

“I promise I’ll be back home for dinner. I’ll make sure to call you two if something happens, okay?” Opening and closing the front door, Ralph bounded out but slow enough to hear his father say from behind his paper, “Cut the boy some slack! Just because it’s the first time this has happened doesn’t mean you have to chew him out like there’s no tomorrow. Jeez, woman.” Laughing slightly, Ralph walked to his car, unlocked it and sat down on the cold seat. Shivering slightly, he turned on the car and waited for the heater to start up. Should I go see him? I really have no idea what to do
 Ralph sighed and placed his hands on the wheel, a serious look crossing his face. His time was rewound back to three months ago, and, well, I do know who he is and where he is at but how do I get close to him?

Pulling out, Ralph started a slow drive down the streets and made his way towards the address he had made sure to save in his memory.




Pulling to a stop, Ralph parked his car perfectly and turned off the engine. This is the place. He still didn’t know what to do, but it was against his character to push the task off any longer. It was his duty as an angel to help heal this man of tuberculosis, make sure he didn’t die so that the grand scheme of plans could go as intended by the Lord. I suppose this will turn out rather
interesting? Ralph thought as he sighed once more and took the first step towards his probable success or failure.

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Clarissa sat quietly on her chair before beginning to play her Cello, she played the instrument as Elegantly as she could, she loved the sound of the music, it put her in a peaceful place where pain didn’t exist, where the sun hit everything perfectly, making every color pop. She liked to say it was her little peace of heaven. She swayed slightly with every stroke of the bow, slowly disappearing into her little piece of heaven as the song progressed. The song was just starting to quicken when she stopped, her chest was tight and she found it hard to breath, she fell from her chair, her chest burned as she struggled to breath. Her eyes slowly closed, as she released her last ragged breath.


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Clarissa sat quietly her bed watching the TV, she looked at her phone picking it up to see that Jessica had messaged her. Outside! :) she smiled a little getting off her bed grabbing her bag heading down the stairs.

"Mom, Dad, I'm heading out with Jessica, We'll be back at like eleven" Clarissa called before grabbing her jacket and leaving her house quietly closing the door behind her, she walked up to Jessica's car getting in she looked at her friend who was almost glaring at her. "What?"

"What took you so long Clary? Ive been sitting here for ten minutes." Jessica complained. "I thought you died, and your parents forgot to tell me."

"Funny Jess." Clarissa replied with a roll of her eyes. "I was watching Tv, and didn't check my phone...Now where are we going?" Clarissa asked looking out the window at all of the different things passing by, she didn't want to go out in the first place but Jessica insisted and she didn't want to Disappoint her friend.

Jessica looked at Clarissa. "We are making a stop at the Graveyard, to visit Makayla, its her birthday after all. Then we are going to a party."

Clarissa sighed, she didn't want to go out for that reason, she didn't want to go to the Graveyard where her other best friend was buried, she would have been nineteen if she hadn't killed herself five years before, and Clarissa wouldn't be carrying around the burden of her death on her shoulders. Makayla was always the youngest of the three girls, she appeared to be the happiest as well, it was a shock when she killed herself, she was always bright and happy, and then she turned into the dead girl who hung herself, leaving a note for her family and friends explaining how she couldn't do it anymore, that once again Society had killed the teenager. Clarissa only went to her grave on her birthday, and this year she didn't want to go, because it just brought back the pain she worked so hard to get rid of. She spent about three years after Makayla’s death helping Makayla’s family move on, and took little time to mourn herself, so she just pushed all the pain down and locked it up.

She reluctantly got out of the car and made her way through the rows of Gravestones checking over her shoulder to make sure Jessica was close behind, she stopped at one Grave stone that had Makayla's name on it, Clarissa wrapped her arms around herself looking at the name carved into the stone. "Happy Birthday Makayla." she whispered looking at Jessica.

"Clary? do you believe in angels?" Jessica asked quietly looking at the stone.

Clarissa sighed looking up at the stars."I'm not sure...I think they may exist but they may not, there is really no way to know until we die." She looked at the Gravestone again, after a few minutes they made their way back to the car, and headed to the party, it was the usual, people getting drunk and doing stupid things, Clarissa didnt even know why they went, for all she cared it was a bunch of jocks from their university trying to get in bed with any girl, and being complete jerks to anyone they didnt like. Like usual she just went to a corner where she could avoid talking to anyone, she always embarrassed herself when she made the effort to converse with someone, so she decided it was best she didnt, the only reason she didnt leave was because Jessica wanted to have a good time and she wanted her friend to be happy.

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The silence was deafening.

Her brown eyes snapped open. Silence. Odd. With one arm, Hope immediately pulled the thin blanket off from her body and with a sudden roll, she pushed herself right off of the bed she had taken so much comfort in a few seconds ago. Shit. The sunlight shining through the edges of her curtains confirmed her suspicions. Without the usual sounds of honking and chatting that passes by her window every single morning, the sun now lingered high in the sky. "Oh you're kidding me..."

It wasn't like Hope to sleep in, especially not on her assignment days. But here she stood, her hands clinging to the edges of the curtains, pulling it back just to shield her eyes from the sudden sunlight that now filled her small apartment. Then again. She was reading over her new assignment's profile just the night before. Salazar Eres. Even as she had just woken up, her mind was as clear as day, remembering with nearly photographic memory everything she scanned over the night before. She had always taken the effort to remember everything she can about the human she was assigned to, given that it was easier memorizing than actually understanding them, the latter still a mystery to her.

Snapping out of her daze, she turned her head from the window, her hands at the same time pulling her pale blonde hair into a ponytail. She didn't exactly have time for perfection, nor did she care for such, simply that she was most definitely late on her schedule. Grabbing a thin white jacket from her chair along with a white messenger bag, Hope fled out of the small apartment she had rented for the time being, having been given the location of the man just a week before. Charleston, South Carolina. Not exactly the most welcoming place she has seen. "Hello, Hope!" A friendly voice rang from the right of her as she turned her head, the old woman who had rented the apartment to her called from the yard on the right. "Good morning, Mrs. Davidson." Hope gave her a friendly nod before hurrying off toward the location she had been walking to already. Although she took a liking to the old woman, she usually kept out of the human's ways. They were too unpredictable for her liking.

"Alright. Let's do this." She held out the small notebook from her bag, putting a pen between her teeth as she recounted the things she remembered from the night before, "Cause of death... Car crash.." She mumbled through the pen as she looked down her notebook, filled with information on every single one of her assignments. Humans.. She sighed in exasperation at the cause of death. There was a reason she didn't use cars to get around places. Then again, she had been alive for way too long, and seen far too much what modern innovations can do to humans. But just as she turned her attention away for one second at the sound of laughter down the streets, a sense of emptiness filled her. What am I doing.. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the couple to the left of the streets, throwing the beach ball toward their twin children, the family dog barking its life away on the side. She forced her eyes away from the family, forcing herself to look down at her notebook. If there was one thing about humans that fascinated her, it was definitely their sense of familial relations.

"Right.. Back to what's-his-face." She continued her walk down the street, and it was a matter of minutes before she laid her eyes upon the familiar house which she had memorized the looks of the night before. Her eyes scanning the building, studying its structure. Keeping her footsteps quiet and light, she made her way around the house, stopping just at a large pine tree on the side of the building. With nimble hands and feet, she pushed herself up onto the tree, taking a self-praise in her casual choice of clothing for the day. Her arm grabbed onto the thick branch on her right, pulling herself up into the branches that overlooked the window in front of her, a faint smirk rising on the corner of her lips. This was too easy. She didn't exactly follow the conventional rules of "Human Stalking", always choosing the play the game her own way.

"Now exactly who are y-" She squinted her eyes, attempting to look into the window before she noticed she had subconsciously leaned slightly too far, the corner of her feet slipping off of the large branch she had swore she had a balance on. With as much quietness as she could muster, which wasn't much, she grabbed onto the branch on her side, and within seconds, nearly her entire half of her body hung from the tree. Well isn't this just my day? She thought bitterly, and with as much grace as she could manage, which once again was not much at all, she landed on the ground with a thud. "I love my job... With much sarcasm lingering in her voice, she spoke up at the sky, knowing exactly who was listening.

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He looked away from the road for only a moment, to glance at a child laughing on the sidewalk. He chuckled lightly, watching the little girl laugh and throw snowballs at her big brother. How he missed those innocent days. But it wasn't instant. The car came speeding around the corner. He saw it coming, and had a few moments to pull over but he didn't. He closed his eyes, letting it come. It crashed into his car head-on, killing him instantly.

 

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Salazar's life was becoming a rough one, which was clear when the sound of his building manager pounding on his door at 2:19 am, just eleven minutes before his alarm was set to sound its own deafening sound. The young man stood from his bed, stretching as he did so. Salazar was almost certain as to why Mr. McKay was banging on his door this early in the morning. Sal slowly moved towards the door, almost dreading opening it.

“Why haven’t you made this month’s, oh wait, excuse me,” Almost as if for dramatic effect, Mr. McKay would thumb through a few pages. “The last four months you haven’t made payments Mr. Eres. We can’t have that in this apartment complex, and I certainly can’t have that on our credit record. I know you’re in a rough situation Sal, but If I don’t get at least $500 in the next few weeks, well you’re going to have to find a new place to live.”  Salazar’s face felt hot, and his skin felt almost as if someone had branded him as property.

With a sigh, Sal answered the middle-aged man, “I understand Sir, it’s just, I can’t even pay my match dues.” Sal’s hand creeped to the back of his neck in an almost awkward motion.

Mr. McKay, although saddened looked up at the man. He understood, “at least let me move you down to a more manageable apartment, you can’t afford this one now, and until you can, $550 a month is just racking up more bad credit for you.”

Sal nodded, and as McKay moved to leave, a small sense of Deja vu entered the young man’s mind. Only, he couldn’t place his finger on why. As Sal glanced at the clock, he realized that it was time for his morning run.

After getting changed into his black track shorts, and blue running shoes, Sal was looking into the mirror. “How did I get here,” this question escaped his throat in an angry manner. His fists slammed onto the dresser that lay in front of the mirror, and as he looked up, he saw a man he didn’t recognize anymore. Salazar saw an angry almost hostile person staring back at him, and in that moment, he decided he didn’t want to be this person anymore. So he straightened his green headband and slipped on his lightweight hoodie. He thumbed through his playlist on his IPod and exited the place that no longer felt like home.

As he ran, he felt like running faster, so he changed  the song to something with a faster tempo and adjusted his pace accordingly. On the final leg of his run, he noticed a young woman in a tree near his apartment building. As he approached her, she fell from the tree, and landed on the ground. To examine this situation further, Salazar approached the woman and offered her a hand.

“Are you alright Miss? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before.” 

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Have you ever dreamed impossible things?

The sky shone with a deep blue and the sun shone into her eyes, the deep hazel flashed with hints of frustration as she pulled herself into a sitting position, her eyes lingering on the sky she had been watching just seconds ago.

Have you ever longed for a home? She shook her head as to push the dangerous thought out of her mind, her hand moving toward her mailman’s bag as she pulled out the small notebook once again, the pages hung with familiarity from her fingers. As she forced herself to stare at the writing-filled pages, the sound of laughter, the voices of children, and the exasperated teachings of their parents rang in her ears, the neighborhood lively on a beautiful morning. Come on
 Be quiet
 She placed her hand on the side of her head, a slight ringing was beginning to develop from both the fall and the hectic sounds of families around her, as if taunting her, mocking the girl who still has yet to understand the meaning and feelings of a family and a home.

”Are you alright Miss? I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before.” The sound of the man’s voice startled her out of her attempted concentration, her hand immediately slamming the notebook shut. With a flicker of her eyes, she caught the silhouette of the man against the shimmering daylight, but even with merely the shadow, she has already recognized the figure she had spent all night to memorize. Her eyes widened with recognition but sustained it as she cleared her throat.

“Perfectly fine.” She gave him an attempted smile at being caught in perhaps one of the most awkward “chance” meetings she has ever had, her fingers fidgeting at the notebook before she pushed it back into her bag. Please don’t ask why I’m here. She may be a good liar, but she has yet to devise a story good enough to explain the situation she has here. Even so, she glanced at his hand and mentally slapped herself for her pathetic attempt at spying when the man wasn’t even inside his house. Her frustration with herself led her to refuse his offer of help, simply pulling herself off the ground struggling to gain balance for one second before she straightened herself up. “Hope. Hope Sanders.” She was so used to using human last names now, even though it practically changes with every assignment, but even so, her first name has always remained the same given that it was what she was created for. Hope. Without much hesitation, she gave his hand a shake, the one that was meant to help her up, but she did it with much swiftness.

Abusive home
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 With simple workings of her mind, the information from her notebook flashed before her eyes within seconds as she stared at the man before her. While the information of his past was noted with much details, the present held not much standing within her mind, for although the past did not change, the present remained enigmatic. But his past held a sense of emptiness, one that she never admits she feels, a sense of the need to discover something more, perhaps to discover a place to belong to.

“I’ve just moved into the neighborhood. Truly, this is a beautiful neighborhood.” And the overstatement of the year went to her statement, for although the morning was beautiful, she has seen better neighborhoods than this one. What was that about how angels are not supposed to lie? A faint smirk shone on her face at the thought, for she truly could care less for the stereotypes and rules of angel guardianships. “You’re
 Salazar, am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow slightly as if truly doubting the presence before her, “I’ve heard much about you from my landlady. She claims that you’re a great boxer.” Perhaps her skills at making the meetings less awkward and simply creepy was dying down, but even so, her expression showed no signs of dishonesty, something she had mastered over the long years of her lifetime.