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Modern Fairytales

Modern Fairytales

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You remember the stories right? Snow White... Sleeping Beauty... Beauty and The Beast... Little Red Riding Hood? They're twisted with our reality... and we can't figure out why these mythic beings are here!

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Introduction

A fairy tale is a fictional story made up of imagitive creatures that aren't real.
At least...that's what they want you to think.
The creature's are all to real.


The year is 2016, and the world is still not at peace. Wars have been raging, global warming is still hitting hard, and teens are still texting and driving. Nothing much has changed. Nothing much will. But for four teenagers, their world is about to be flipped upside down. Completely.

Four humans, all pretty different, yet the same in many ways will stumble upon four ...non-human types. These four are totally different. By totally, I mean too much. All enemies by nature, they must hide from one another. Also, their reasons for being on Earth is a difficult situation. They aren't supposed to be here.

Now that we have all the card's laid out on the table, I hope you understand that these humans and creatures will mash and in the might end up hurt or even dead. Not only because of each other, but other's will want to hunt them down as well.

Basically...

You are a human or a creature. Nothing much to it.
If you are a creature, you don't like the other creature you are suppose to hate by nature. Of course, you can become friends with them. Soon, you'll have too. I mean, you have other hunters far worst to deal with. You'll need all the help you can get.

If you are a human, you can't believe you ended up with a non-human friend. Now they won't leave you alone. But you don't know about who they are exactly yet. That is something you'll figure out soon. You don't know it but this friend is special, and is helping you out with a serious problem. Either saving your a** from danger, or loving you when you're not.
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        [size=9][size=15]Snow White [color=red]and The Prince.
        Snow White is a gorgeous vampire, calm eyes, cherry lips, soft skinned and pale beyond belief. But something terrible has happened, her family in the Underworld was murdered. Her father didn't want to give Miss Snow up for marriage to the powerfulest Vamp around. Count Don. She escaped to Earth for protection, hoping she wouldn't be caught anytime soon. The Prince is just a simple human, his parents are always away on trips and doing work. Never having time for him, in fact he basically always has the house to himself. Even though he is rich, he is a gentle soul. Always trying to help, no matter who or what it happen's to be.
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        [size=9]Little Red [color=red]and The Wolf.
        Little Red is a hard working human girl with a real attitude. She grew up on the streets and only has her grandmother left. Sadly, she is trying her best to get a better house out of the bad end of New York. Since her grandmother can't work she often has to work double jobs. She still works hard in school, and always carries a hand gun when she leaves her house to do things. The Wolf has recently escaped from the Underworld prison, he was in there from murdering a few demon's trying to beat a young child to death. Since he is a werewolf, his blood is rejected from the Underworld. He was judged unfairly by a higher classed Vampire. He escaped though, and now is roaming the Earth trying to figure out things.
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        [size=9]Beauty [color=red]and The Beast.
        Beauty is a quiet human girl, always studying hard to become an author but never having the right motive. Her father is a drunk who could care less about where she goes or what she does. He oftens beats her, leaving horrible marks. Beauty spends most of her time out of the house, not caring where she goes as long as it's anywhere but home. The Beast is a hardcore demon that has been ordered to go feed on humans for life force to give to his "leader" Sir Tobin III. He is only to feed on the more beautiful humans, with innocence and caring in their eyes. If not, he will be punished. Too bad Beauty is quite the catch...
Image[/align][list][list][list][align=left][size=9][size=15]Sleeping Beauty [color=red]and [size=15]The Fairy.
Sleeping Beauty isn't the chick in this situation, he is a anger problemed and slightly lonely punk who doesn't do much of anything except sleep and take picture's with his beloved camera. He lives alone with his mother who complains all the time, and when shes not, she's out getting drugged up. The Fairy is actually an angel, who fell to Earth by accident when her envious friend wanted her to be gone for good. Now the Heavens think she's left, and are after her to kill her. Since she fell, she is slowly becoming weaker and her wings darker. She need's help, before she turns fully into an fallen angel- meaning, she'll need blood. [/color]

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New York our primary setting

This is where our story takes place and adventures unfold. In the proud parts and slums of New York.

New York

New York by LilRed

This is where our story takes place and adventures unfold. In the proud parts and slums of New York.

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Once upon a time is always too easy to start our story. For one thing, the time is generic. Which time, the past? Is this a future? Or now? Even then, is it in this dimension or another? So here we are, waiting for what we should think this time should or could be. Second, the event happened only one time. That my friends, will just not do for our story. For our stories happened already.

Perhaps you've heard of Little Red Riding Hood? The girl who delivered a basket of goodies to her grandmother's house? Yes? How vicious of a story, honestly. To have her grandmother eaten by the wolf, only for the lumberjack to come save her from the nasty wolf. Yes, that story has been watered-down, changed and manipulated for far too long. But now, we've come across the story again. This time, our time a little to the future, we take hold of what the story truly was. Because my friends, this story did not just happen "once".

It was dark. The sun already shone brightly on this part of New York City and has moved on to an entirely different lcoation on our gem of a globe. The moon was a crescent over the sky as the city lights blinded the stars. So much so that the blackness swallowed the stars, unable to be seen by the human eye.

Walking along the city streets was a girl with a backpack, only to be wearing jeans with a t-shirt of random saying upon it. Over these clothes was an apron, splattered with random concoctions of the day. The most noticeable one was purple from wine. Her hair was pulled up sloppily in a bun, some loose strands of red hair coming undone and adding to her labor-look. Her steps were rythmic among the pavement, her backpack clunking to her back with each step as the bun bobbed side to side like a tail of a horse.

Arriving upon a family-owned bar, with a couple of men standing outside, she opened the door slowly and grudgingly with sullen eyes. Too tired to work, too tired for labor, and too tired to deal with the general public. Once the door started to ring of her arrival once jostled, she stepped inside and immediately started heading to the bar area. The atmosphere was dark and dim-litted with old antiques covered on the oak-planked walls. The floor was ood to as the over lackered tables shone a little under the lights. Each booth was dimly lit with a upsidedown bucket with a lightbulb hanging inside. The bar was a family resturaunt by day and a nightly-gathering of older men and college goers by night.

"You seem very timely today, if i could just start having you dealing with the tables in section C, that would be all you need to do." Spoke up a woman with curly black hair, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. She had a sweet smile on her face, maternal at best.

A smile formed out of Mary's face. Her boss was a rare breed, someone who was nice and flexible with a busy schedule. "Thanks Maddie, I'll get right on that." Replied the redhead, continuing to head back behind to the backroom and placed her backpack amongst the coats and purses of other employees. Once exiting out, she headedto her first table and started to take their order with a look sweet respect.

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Another day has passed with another daily quarrel ending with the slam of the door. This time, it was not his mother who walked out the door which she usually did to meet up with her sly provider. Scott Townsend left the house with the worn out brown leather jacket that his father would come home with every evening and his favourite camera, one of the only things that was given to him by his father that his mother did not burn. The woman had gone on a frenzy the year her husband died, trying to move on. She had pulled out random items that belonged to him, letting them to lie in fire to perish. She had thought that it would help. Only that with every less thing to remind the both of them of him, became another thing that they would never see or enjoy, another thing to remind them that once things are gone, it would never come back. Which brings Scott's mother to keep her faith in the hands of drugs, paid with the money left behind and the insurance.

That routine event today brought Scott to the cliff that overlooked part of the city, a small isolate plot of undeveloped land that he and his father had discovered one day. From up there, he could see the sun running away from New York, sliding away onto another side of the world, to give light to another place and the thousand lights that switch on in every building in the city as it did. After a close to an hour full of stares and thoughts that bore into the darkening sky, he trodded down the cliff and back into the inner city.

He had no idea where to go now. He did not feel like returning home anytime soon. If he could, he would stay away forever but it was not a wise choice. A few minutes upon entering the pedestrian-filled sidewalks, he decided to get a drink from a bar that caught his eye. Scott was not much of a drinker, he did not like to have to depend on anything, unlike his mother and her drugs but it would pass his time at least. Walking into the bar, he saw the place slowly filling up with people and his instant thought was to capture the moment, like his father would always say.

After a snap from his camera, he slided into a booth where he patiently waited for someone to take his order. He watched as bartenders worked with their drinks and customers bustle with energy and laughter as they gobbled down their beers. Turning around, he saw a redheaded waitress walking towards his table and he could picture a photograph of the scene. Getting his camera and quickly snapping the sight he saw as the woman reached his table with a backdrop of happy and drunk people with their equally happy or drunk company.

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"Alright, here ya' go. I believe we had an order of chicken strips on this side," Red spoke up while trying to fix her memory as she stood in front of the college sweethearts. She attempted to give the plate to the young man yet he soon made it clear that it wasnt' his, "Close, but that's her's." Nodding with a shrug, she quickly replied, "Alright, my bad," and placed it in front of the girl. The girl had sausage fingers to match her round shape. Something similar to The Penguin in those retro batman movies from the ninties. Good times.

"Okay... then the cesear salad must be yours then." The watiress rebuttled while placing it in front of the skinny man that could of lookd like the farmer in one of the Dust Bowl paintings since he had sunken eyes and looked like he needed something with more carbs for his bony figure rather than a healthy salad. "Alright, you two enjoy your meal. Call me over if you need anything." And with that she smiled and turned her head around to see if anyone knew popped into section C.

To no suprise, someone did. He was a man that looked older than her with gelled hair, piercings, and a camera around his neck. He almost looked like a tourist. But by the way he composed himself it didn't seem like he was new to New York. In fact, he looked like more of an artist then anything. All well, it takes all kinds.

Heading over to him, she watched him lift the camera to his face and immediately she heard the snap of the picture. the stranger taking a picture of her didn't bother Mary that much. It was the flash that got her though. As the bright light quickly shone in her eyes, she blinked a few times to get control of her pupils. In the result, flashing floaters of purple and red formed on the corner of her vision. Everytime she moved her eyes, they would follow and be in the same spot. Awesome. Mary headed to the podium first to grab a menu, and quickly came back. When she finally arrived to him though, she put up a smile and pulled out her pad and pen.

"Hey, welcome to Rigby's Bar and Grille. My name is Mary and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink or would you like to wait a while to see our meal options?" Red asked with her head cocked to the side as she placed the menu right in front of him on the table.

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Dark...gloomy...alone.
...and lost....


Valoel had fallen to the Earth. Her wings crippled by the impact. Her slender finger tips exploring the depths of the green grass. Her legs tucked closely together as her arms supported her sitting position. Her dress was full of mud and no longer pure white. "Where..am I..." she couldn't help but question. As her eyes wandered to the grass beneath her fingers, she remembered she had landed on Earth.. the human home. She plucked a piece of grass and analysed it closer. Her head tilting to one side as her eyes widened.
Thunder...
She gazed up at the night sky once more as the rain started to lightly pour. Droplets landing on her red rosey cheeks making it appear that she was crying. "Why...?" she whispered into the wind as she thought of the betrayal back at heaven.
She crouched and tried to steady herself enough to walk. She was still fairly weak and fell twice, her pale face now covered with slops of mud matching her dress. At the second failed attempt she considered giving up but was reminded that the punishers of heaven would come for her.. that it wouldn't be long before she became a full fallen.
The thought ignited a spark in her being as she lifted herself off the ground. She was standing but the most difficult was walking. She limped away from the suburbian garden. She wiped her face with her sleeve as she continued limping closer to the city lights. "I need help..." she concluded.
And in the darkness of the night.. besides the rain, stormy clouds and crescent moon..
The city lights were all she could see so she let them lead the way...

She had lost all feeling in her legs when she reached a structure labelled Rigby's Bar and Grille. She leaned against the building with one arm as her lungs tried to adapt to the amount of air she was intaking. She seemed to be breathing more than usual with her added panic and it also seemed that Earth air wasn't similar to the standard air in heaven.. being in the clouds that is.
She stared at the interior. It was warm and away from thunder, mud and rain..that was good. She then looked behind her to notice a mob of men staring at her wickedly. Their eyes were gleaming as they clunked beer bottles together. Smoke released from their cigarettes. Her wings hid behind her back as if frightened by their looks. Valoel breathed in heavily still in panic. This was no place for an angel.

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The waitress had seemed caught by surprise when the flash of the camera erupted. It was most likely due to the fact that Scott was a quick and random photographer, being alert and instant to catch a perfect shot. When he pulled down his camera, he previewed the photograph in the camera screen and grinned. He had set the camera mode to a black and white capture, a mode that he always favoured. Scott seemed to enjoy the bareness of black and white pieces because colour was only an extra that tried to make a photograph beautiful but the neutralized tones provided photos with a more raw and gentle touch. Something that he found, could only bring out the truest beauty of still life.

Satisfied with his capture, he removed the camera from over his neck and set it on the table. The woman had gone to retrieve a menu and was already returning to his table. She had a friendly face and warm voice that rung over the loud crowd. It was something that Scott did not have much opportunity to witnessing nowadays, his days filled with bickers, discomfort and unhappiness.

Taking the menu into his hand, he smiled at the waitress, returning her friendliness. He had to be honest to admit that it had been quite a while since he has been to a place such as this one. Formally casual and greeting compared to the shabby lonely bars that he would accompany himself to on dark days. Scanning the menu quickly, nothing intriguing popped up to him and he settled the booklet back onto the table. He had not intend on a meal either way.

"I'll just settle with a drink for now. Something to eat maybe in a while. Not anytime soon though." He frowned and thought of what he would prefer and gave up, settling on a simple beer. "A beer for now." He said with a small smile.

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Watching him for a moment, her hands folded over the pad of paper that she held and watched him with interest as he looked through the pages. Until she watched him place it down to reveal a face with an answer. "Alright, fair enough." Mary replied while still trying to have good service skills. Holding up the pad to her face, she chicken-scratched it so she knew what to charge him later. "So what would you like to drink?" Red asked in a pondering voice while peaking to the side of her pad. Once she got her answer, she nodded once and scribbled it down. She would of carded him, but he seemed old enough anyways. "Alright, I'll be back with that then." She concluded while sticking the pen in her hair and walking off as she sat the notepad in her apron pocket.

While turning to walk away, she started to head to the bar area. Louis, a man with a brown bear, balding head and a plump build was manning the bar. She was even about to talk to him to until she noticed a strange looking girl with muddy clothes, soaked, and scared. Turning around to see her, she then bent down a little with a frown. Little did she know who she was. "Hey... you alright? Do you wanna sit down for a bit?" Red cooed, trying to be as polite as possible. There weren't many seats, but she had to seat her in her section... and her's was full except the one seat next to the mohawk man.

"How about next to him? It's the only seat i have to offer at the moment that's not disrupting the seating order." Mary spoke in all honesty with a messy bun, slight sweat on her face, faded makeup, and circles under her eyes portraying her drowsiness.

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"Hey... you alright? Do you wanna sit down for a bit?" Valoel was startled as she looked up at the girl who had spoken.
This was the first time she talked to a human. "I.." she smiled. "I would love that..thankyou" she replied to the invitation to come inside. Speaking in human tongue was also new to her so her accent sounded very foreign. She looked down at her clothes, muddy and damp as she followed the waitress inside the bar. She stepped lightly and close behind her, insecure. As the girl was the first person she had met.. she felt more comfortable trailing behind her like a lost pup.

"How about next to him? It's the only seat I have to offer at the moment that's not disrupting the seating order." The waitress said. Valoel smiled sweetly at her before wiping away the slight sweat on the girl's face. She then placed her thumb on the waitress' forehead gently. "Your kindness shall be rewarded.." she said softly before returning her hand to her side. Valoel had very little power now but she had to repay her in some way for taking her in despite her ruined clothes. She had used her ability as the Angel of Peace to help the human. Tomorrow the human would wake up with a lovely serene feeling of inner peace.
She smiled again, now returning her attention to the man seated at the table she was directed to sit at. She stood there for some time analysing the human. She could sense some conflict within the mortal. She sat down at a chair, her gaze not leaving his face as she tried to solve him. Like a riddle. But the answers just weren't coming. She spotted a menu on the table and held it up vertically, ducking a little to hide her face and attempt to read the words humans applied in their daily lives. This was a bit of an adventure.

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When the waitress left, Scott started to feel the uneasiness wash over like it usually did everyday after a fight with his mother. A frown fell upon his lips and he rummaged through his pockets and retrieved his cigarettes. Taking his first puff, he felt the smoke flood into his lungs, and Scott tried to believe that it was helping him de-stress like it apparently did for other people. But as usual, nicotine had not much effect on him like every other thing that never managed to tempt him into addiction. Nevertheless, he did carry around a pack with him wherever he went although the same pack would remain with him for weeks or sometimes a whole month. The most he ever did was probably a stick a day for a whole week but he supposed that it only happened that one time because he was too desperate for assurance. He often did wish that he could escape from everything and pour his thoughts away like his mother did.

The taste of the tobacco stained his tongue and Scott winced, it being the one thing he hated about cigarettes, apart from the strong smell it left on his fingers. As he took another puff, he saw the redhead waitress guide a girl to the booth next to him. At first, he had not been bothered when he quickly glanced over and returned to staring at the glowing end of his cigarette.

He looked up towards the girl and frowned. She did look odd, all covered in mud and rain and he could sense discomfort in her eyes. Another long drag of his cigarette as he watched her watch him. On normal circumstances, he would have told her to piss off because it was rather odd to stare but something did not make him want to. His eyes ran up and down the girl and he found her rather foreign but he could not place his finger on how. The one thing he could figure out was that she was shivering, from the cold dampness that clung onto her clothes and hair. The bar was warm enough but it probably was not ideal if you paraded through the rain and expect to feel comfortable in here.

Butting his cigarette, he slide onto the right side of the booth, closer to the girl. It was a rather strange thing to do but he still watched her, his eyes locked on her with curiosity burning in own eyes. A second later, he took of his jacket and held it in his hand. Scott never really liked sharing, especially not anything that belonged to his father but he did not think that it would be nice if he neglected the girl of some warmth.

"Here." He handed her the jacket with the smallest smile filled with insecurity but assurance.

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Like the predator Orion was. he stalked the wood with malicious intent, his prey already wrapped up, and waiting for the moment when it's existence would be wiped clear of this strange place. it sat with no care to what dangers lurked in the night. and as still as a grave. with a shout Orion attacked. catching the wrapped cheeseburger in his left, while ripping the paper off with his right hand. he bit into the messy compilation, letting ketchup dribble down his chin. he wasn't changed, but hungry none the less. he sat down and ate contently while looking at the passersby in central park. the many joggers and baby strollers, as well as punks, thieves, and bums, all seemed not to notice each other, except the thieves, he had a great tiem watching them. some were nimble, and quick, with the talent of sleight of hand. and some were just blundering idiots with no real clue on how to get the desired effect, so would wave a weapon around until a vigilante would snooker him from the side, behind or the victim would just kick the thieves ass themselves. a beating had occurred a few nights back when one of the thieves was caught, and several people joined in with the victim as they kicked and punch, and bit and spit at the poor criminal.

Orion looked down as he finished the rest of the food, and looked over his current attire. the leather vest was his only shirt, and the leggings were a bit dingy. he'd need to find a change, and get himself cleaned. so he began walking to the fountain, and jumped in. in mid November the water was freezing, but having gotten trained to deal with hypothermia he quickly stripped, and began scrubbing at various patches on his human body that gave him the worst smell. soon he was squeaky clean and sniffing around himself o try and find places he'd missed. when he noticed his garbs were gone, and a fast moving man was running the opposite way. "Foolish." he chased. first on all fours, then snapped back into his human mindset. and sprinted on two. he caught up faster the the thief had expected, and was bawled over by a drop kick to the small of his back by a naked man. exposed, and proud, Orion stood over his prey, and looked down with viciousness in his gaze. "Those don't belong to you." he stated. the thief rolled over, and held up his hands to ward of an attack that would come later. "No, man! i didn't mean to snatch it homes honest! j..just don't kill me man, I'm sorry."
Mercy? was that what this foul manner of a species was asking for? If so then he shall have his wish. "Drop my things and go." Orion said flatly When the thief did, Orion swooped down quickly to grab his leggings. he waited until the thief was out of sight before leaving himself vulnerable while putting the leggings on. he then strapped the vest on, and followed the smells. he would follow the aromas of the new land around this time of night when this species were out in full. Venders shouted their juggles, and waved hot dogs, and funnel cakes up over their heads, and the street peddlers would chant their own chorus. "New York souvenirs! rings, chains, and T-shirts!" It was music. The sounds graced his ears like angel's songs. he would sometimes get swallowed by i and sit on a bench until the sounds went away. he had hunger problems to deal with first. but then he was stopped by a man wearing a shiny crucifix on his chest. he bowed his head and clasped his hands like a monk in a temple. Orion saw this and walked over to him. "Holy man." he nodded.
"Yes?" the man replied with a simple smile.
"Where may i lay my head for tonight?" Orion looked at the ground. the monk simply put his hand on Orion's head and muttered to himself for a few seconds. "Son you may rest your head in god's lap, the end is soon to come. here, take my clothes. you have time, i must stay and preach to the unaware." he then began to undress. down to his under garments. and as he disrobed, Orion praised him, and began dressing himself with the garments. he kept the crucifix. Now Orion wouldn't get stared at for long periods of time. as a monk he'd be able to get to places that weren't open to him before. his first stop was food. he saw a place with a plate on it's sign. the scribbled under and around the image were foreign to him. upon walking to the door, he was hit with a wave of exotic aromas that stunned him. The door was open and he stepped through when he snapped out of it. He then stepped to the hostess. "Excuse me."

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Once Red finished leading her to a booth, she smiled brightly and then looked to the clock. She just had a half hour of work left. Then she would be able to go home, sleep, and enjoy her Saturday. It was the one day where she just had to work at the grocery store and the rest of her day was her own to enjoy. It was a nice thought to be had, and she would take full advantage of it as much as she could.

Walking back over to the bar, she spotted Louis and smiled. "I need a beer for table 3." Mary spoke up with one of her smiles as the man chuckled at her.

"Almost done already, Red?" He asked while getting a glass and putting under the machine for the draft.

"Ahh, yeah. Thank God!" The twenty-year old retorted with a little giggle of her own and then took the glass out of his hands.

Once heading over to his original table, she noticed that he was gone and standing over by the woman to offer her his jacket. "How sweet..." She mused while heading over where the two people were and placing the beer on the opposite side of where she was. "There, I'll just place it over here for ya sir." Mary replied with a quaint smile and left the area. Again she heard the bell ring, and instead there was a man a couple years older than her by the looks of it in unusual clothes. "Right..." She mumbled a little as she walked over to the man in preacher's garb.

Even when he called her over he sounded... unusual. Never in her life had she heard someone with such an usual tone of voice. It was scary and alluring all at the same time. "Hello, how can I help you?" She asked him while putting up a friendly smile as she stared right into his eyes, waiting for what he was asking for.

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"Here" she lifted her head, attention drawn away from the menu. Another human had spoken to her.. it was the man seated at the same table. She gently put down the menu and let her fingers grasp onto the offered jacket's collar. "Thankyou.." she said giving him a small smile in return to his own smile. Her smile was warm though she was cold and had gone through a lifechanging ordeal that night. The mud on her dress had dried up and was falling off bit by bit onto the floor she noticed. I should clean that up myself later..

She smoothly slipped into the jacket and held tight onto the edges amused. My first time wearing human clothes.. She smiled at that just when the waitress from earlier returned. "How sweet" she heard the girl say. Valoel smiled again as she was surrounded by the two humans who had offered her shelter and warmth. When the waitress walked away, she looked down onto the table analysing the item she had left for the male. It gave off a very strange scent.. strong one at that. "Beer" she said. She may not have spoken with humans till now but that didn't stop her from observation back in the day. She shifted her eyes off the bottle realising she was not yet made aware of the humans names.
She turned to the man next to her with a slight tilt of the head. "Sir.. may I ask your name?" she asked politely. Each syllable in every word seemed disconnected from the rest.

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When she took the jacket from him, he returned another smile and turned back to his table, pushing away the ashtray. A feeling of discontent filled him but he was not entirely sure on what. Whether it was his father's jacket on the girl or the girl who looked weak and afraid, foreign to her surroundings. He washed away the thoughts with a big gulp of the beer that was placed at the end of the table. The slight bitter taste spread through his tongue and to his throat, giving the smallest light sting that traveled to his stomach.

Suddenly, his mind traveled back to troubles at home and his mother reappeared in his mind. Another image filled his thoughts, an image of her happy standing next to her husband while they watched over their 8 year old son play on the beach during one of their vacation trips. He remembered the warm eyes that she had and how beautiful she looked in her long summer dress with her strawberry blond hair blowing all over her face. The sudden smile that sprawled across his face turned into a scowl when he started to remind himself of his mother today. All she had left in her eyes was loneliness and cold guilt. Her hair in stringy strands and heavy bag always finding their place under her once beautiful grey eyes.

Fumbling with his hands, he was awakened from a sound of a voice that seemed loud and direct. He turned around to see the girl asking for his name. Scott looked over with hesitation and looked away from the girl, as though he was still lost in thought. He took a sip at his beer and got up, taking a seat in her booth with his camera in his other hand.

"Scott." Another gulp of beer. "And yours?"

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Orion set his gaze on the woman who now stood in front of him. "Yes..." he didn't expect any one to be of service this fast and was at a loss for what to ask for. She smelled lke sweat, and a number of other scents, wine, tomatoes, olive oil, etc. he then nodded, he was in a pub. "Glass of water. i have run myself dry of money at the moment. he looked down at his new dresses, trying to find pouches. he only saw two symmetrical slits in the fabric of the leggings. he stuck his hand in his left one. and retrieved a leather folding strap, with even tinier item slots, some held hard rectangular piece, one even had a picture of the holy man. he found several green, rectangular pieces of parchment with numbers on the corners. he found the lowest number, and counted up, adding the numbers together he had fifty two dollars. he handed the bunch to the waitress. "Water. i think you take this as currency? I'm not from this place." he took a look again at the waitress. it was uncommon for a woman in his old home to have hair that would blaze as fierce as fires before combat. he looked passed her, something strange was with a male with his hair fashioned into a western peak tribe stripe. he didn't smell of lycanthrope. Orion was curious to ask but it'd attract more attention then was wanted.
Orion smiled to the waitress, having eventually taken his focus back to her. "Where my i be seated?" he asked with a chuckle.

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Waiting for the man's answer, she stood there for a moment and heard his request. It was an odd request in general and she brought out her pad and pen out of her hair and started to write it down anyways. "Alright then, why don't we get you sat down and we'll ta-" But before Mary could finish up what she was saying, she spotted the money write in front of her face.

This was no ordinary man. It was like he wasn't even around this city... let alone this country. This is America, where money ruled and if you had it then you could follow your american dream better than anyone else. It was kinda sad when thinking about it that way, but that did not deter from the truth. The truth that Mary hated herself. She wish she could live in a nice house with her grandma, be able to pull any type of food from the cabinent and cook it up for her. Even wished she could work part time only at one job rather than two. But all well.

"You don't have to pay me sir. Water is always on the house." Mary replied with a sweet giggle. "But, I would like to sit you down though so you can at least relax. This way... if you could." The redhead spoke up politely with a smile, starting to get used to his presence in general. Walking towards a booth, she then stood to the side and waited for him to sit down. "I'll bring it over in a second."

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Valoel smiled when the human stated his name. "Scott.. Not a common name where i'm from" she noted looking down at her lap. Voices from her past swirled in her mind..

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"You finally came! I was beginning to wor-" Valoel greeted but was cut off by feeling two hands shove her forward. She lost her balance upon the heavens clouds..
She looked up to see the face of a once comrade; Tabbris. She refused to believe she had been betrayed and callled out to him. "Tabbris!" she yelled hoping her friend would assist. He just smirked with satisfaction. "Sorry to keep you waiting" he said with a menacing tone before turning his back on her without a care. "Tabbris.." she whispered as she continued falling, the heavens no longer in sight.
A tear fell from her eye before she lost consciousness from the air pressure..
Tabbris...

Returning to the present, she realised her hands had been tightly gripping locks of her brown hair as she recalledthat incident. Due to the flashback she had been 10minutes delayed in answering his question. The scent of beer had reminded her to reply. "Oh my name is..." She didn't feel confident in giving her real name to a stranger.. A mortal at that. If she were caught out as an angel perhaps it would ruin the Earth's natural balance so she decided to give him an alias. She then remembered her wings and hid them carefully in the folds of the back of her dress. Her dress and wings were white so it wouldn't have stood out much as the mud was drying up and falling off. She could always say they were fake wings she had just put on. "My name is Dove.. Like the bird.. Sign of peace" she said wearing a sweet smile before looking down underneath the table. She felt an abnormal jolt in her heart. She placed her hand on her chest and leaned forward in pain. Her wings turned a darker shade. I'm becoming...fallen

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When she smiled at his name, she seemed to look lighter, with less worries troubling her. She had this beauty that was not commercial when she smiled but when she did not, the whole place around her seemed darker somehow and she would look dim and down like she did earlier. Scott chuckled when she commented on his name. "Oh really?" He leaned forward slightly, now curious, "So where are you from then? Doesn't seem as though it's anywhere near." He kept quiet for a while, then continued with an explanation. "I mean, the way you speak, it's quite different, though I don't recognize the accent."

He looked at her but she had seemed to be spacing out, staring into nothingness. Awkwardly, he leaned back against the booth chair and stretched. After a while, she seemed unresponsive and Scott wondered if it was anything that he had said. He could not remember saying anything offensive and thought that maybe he had said something but forgotten.

Sighing, he rested his elbows on the table, still awkwardly waiting for the girl to say something, or even move. He grabbed the glass of beer and swallowed the rest of the liquid before putting it down and ordering another from a passing waitress. Suddenly, he heard the girl speak and turned to her, surprised to hear her abrupt voice. She started with introducing her name but stopped before revealing it. For a while, she lingered in thought and Scott thought that she would fall back into her trance when she said her name was Dove.

"Hmm. Dove, huh? Well that is quite a foreign name. Haven't come across it before." He watched her pull her eyes towards the table like a person would when in sorrow. "Peace?" When she raised her hand to her chest, he could see pain strike in her eyes and he quickly leaned forward and placed a hand on her back.

"Hey, are you alright?"

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As The red haired woman lead him to a seat, he stood with her for a minute or two. "Your reaction puzzled me, if this is what would purchase a drink, why not do you take it? i have no other use for such items. I'll leave it here." he sat the wad on the edge of the table, then remembered. "Consider it a tip." he had heard the Venders always complaining about tips, and being shorted. Well this creature will not be shorted. He'd remember later on, that when he makes a kill to search for those little green rectangles.speaking of kills. he felt his stomach shiver in the holy man's clothes. he had been waiting for the lady to seat herself. and soon commented on this. "You have not been seated yet miss. might i inquire why? i may not be seated until my guest has gotten comfortable." this was tribe law. a female pack member had higher authority then the males, due to their temperament and size. he narrowed his gaze a bit because he thought he had smelled a familiar, disgusting stench. and as soon as his gaze locked onto Valoelthe hairs on the back of his neck stood, and he felt himself changing. he quenched the change before visible signs of it were called to attention by the Red haired mistress. he sat down, and raised his hands up so that his chin may rest on his knuckles. from then he hadn't taken his gaze from the Angel. his first thought was to walk over and kill her. taking his time in doing so as well. but this strange world held even stranger items. the weapons he had viewed and had dealt with beforehand had taught him a valuable lesson when it came to picking prey. Every man in here could be holding one of the black sound breakers. their burst of white fire, and a thunderous crack in his ear and he'd been holding his bleeding side. No the Angel will die in another setting.

he had waited for the Red haired one to return so that he may ask for a dish. he was thinking about eating the angel so much, that he had grown hungry. soon the shiver in his stomach was an outright cry for attention. She had been gracefully walking to and fro with plates of a foreign making, piled with delicious smelling concoctions. when she came back with his water. he offered her the seat opposite him once more. He'd find out all he could with this new world. and when he found his way home again, he'd have on of the sound breakers. he'd just have to ask the Red where he'd find one.

the life in the dwelling was dwindling. soon to come down to himself, the Angel, the eastern tribesman. a man behind a glass counter spinning bottles in the air, and the waitress. He felt he'd not get his chance to take the Angel's life tonight. but knowing her breed, she'd attach to one creature naive enough to let her within their home. and she'd preach on about what their doing wrong in life. great you have a weakling telling you why you need to shape up. the logic didn't sound right. he preferred relying on himself, and no one else. he could sense Mary has a similar attitude. she'd given her free time to earn her bread. without a mate, and utterly dependent. When a female from his clan would do this she'd be branded unfit for marriage.
He was opposed to this tradition. It let countless worthy woman that could bare young live a life of unfulfillment. the population numbers continuing to drop. He had learned mary's name by the spinning bottle bar man. and when she would come back he'd ask for something that bled when bit into. maybe a raw side of pig, or a steak as big as a breastplate. and bread as long as a sword.

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Her wings twitched at Scott's touch. Her heart returning to its normal pace as if the pain had never happened. It just vanished. But it will come back again... She gulped realising his hand was on her right wing as she sat upright awkwardly and removed her hand off her chest instead gripping the tablecloth uneasily. She turned to face him with a reassuring smile. "Uh.. Sorry I sometimes have heart problems" she said mentally slapping herself. You're turning into such a liar Valoel! buy I have to lie I can't say I'm an angel.. angels aren't supposed to lie! Well Tabbris did... Her thoughts debated. She gently removed his hand off her wing hoping he didn't notice. In the process, he had a feather left in his hand. "Uh...haha" she laughed nervously while thinking up an explanation. "I was walking in the park and the birds seemed so fond of me." she lied again. This is bad..Her brown hair swayed as a breeze came through the bar's open windows. She shook. Not because it was cold but because for a moment she thought the angels had found her.

She blinked then let out a relieved sigh. Her stomach grumbled for the first time. "What was that sound emitting from my stomach.." she said confused and patted it checking. Angels never went hungry in heaven. "Oh i am so sorry, I haven't been very nice with the way I delay answering your questions.." she apologised bowing her head for a minute as she truly was sorry. "I'm just not feeling quite myself tonight.. i hope you understand" she said with a small smile.
"Uhmm well I'm from... Los Angeles.. City of Angels yes?" she said with a nod unfamiliar with their current location being New York. The way I cover up my identity.. She shook her head side to side ashamed then tapped a beer bottle on the table, fascinated by the sound. "I didn't know a drink could be so musical!" she exclaimed cluelessly and started tapping it in all different beats which annoyed the people sittnng at the table beside them. Valoel or Dove was having too much fun to notice.
"I suppose Dove is a foreign name.." She agreed. "I think it is a beautiful name.. Do not you?" she asked tilting her head, her eyes shimmering under the bar's lights.

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If he had to be honest, the girl was acting pretty odd. She seemed nervous and anxious all of the sudden and spontaneously hyper. Scott decided to be polite and nod, not saying much or actually, not knowing what exactly to say. When she mentioned heart problems, Scott raised his eyebrow and nodded slowly. She did not struck him as a person with heart disorders but then again, he would not really know. When she removed his hand, he instantly pulled it back and muttered a small apology. She must have felt uncomfortable and he would not blame her if she felt so. Staring at the feather that stuck onto his palm, he felt more confused, wondering what feather was doing on her back when she quickly explain. Her answer was an odd one but Scott just muttered, "Uh huh. Okay."

He chuckled when she asked about the sounds from her tummy. "Uhm, that's when you're hungry?" He said, unsure whether she was making a joke or was actually serious which she seemed to be. "Yeah, don't worry about it. I suppose I can relate to that. As long as you don't go have a major heart attack on me." Smilling, he took a small sip of his drink when she mentioned where she came from. Los Angeles? He would have thought somewhere in Scandinavia or Kazakhstan with her accent. He nodded with a awkward smile plastered across his face and asked her, "You do know that Los Angeles is still in the same country as New York right?"

When she started playing with the beer bottle, he burst out in laughter. Taking the bottle, he shook his head while bringing it closer to her lips. "I think you are supposed to drink it. That is why it's call a drink I suppose." Although it was pretty humourous and likely that she was joking, Scott felt as though there was more to it. It really seemed as though she had no idea that your tummy rumbled when your hungry or that in Los Angeles, people do not speak as though they are from some farway foreign language that had English as their secondary languange or that drinks are meant to be drunk rather that made of an instrument. Yet, he decided to play along in case he was wrong.

"Yeah. Strangely, I guess Dove is a nice name." A genuine smile appearing as he replied.

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"Hu-Hungry?" she said with a bit of a stutter. "Hmm" her stomach grumbled again. She sighed knowingly hungry. "Being hungry is frustrating" she said aware she didn't have human currency to purchase a meal to satisfy her upset stomach. Valoel turned her attention back to Scott when he voiced concern on the possibility of her having a major heartattack. She chuckled. "I sure hope not" she replied jokingly though she knew something similar or perhaps far worse would happen again.
"You do know that Los Angeles is still in the same country as New York right?" He asked. She nearly fell off her seat at that.
Stablising herself she said "Ah but my father is foreign.. I suppose my accent is from him?" That wasn't a lie. She smiled feeling better that she hadn't lied that one time unlike the other details.
Hearing Scott laugh made a firm smile appear on her face. She did not expect to get along with any of the humans being so different. And they were different. There was no doubt about that but they had managed to conversate positively. That meant a lot to her especially since there was probably no way to return home.
When the bottle she had been playing with was brought closer to her lips, her eyes widened. "I think you are supposed to drink it. That is why it's call a drink I suppose." Valoel held the passed drink in one hand and used her other hand to lightly hit the side of her head. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that" she said feeling foolish. Her eyes then focused on the drink. "Are you offering me your drink?" she asked, unsure. She smiled again when he had agreed to her alias being a nice name then wondered if he'd still be as kind if he knew the truth...

"Do you think..." she started saying, the coldness from the drink rubbing into her hands. "That Valoel is a nice name too?"

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He shook his head as he laughed out loud. "Well yes, I suppose it is pretty frustrating, having to spend on your hunger. If you're hungry, why don't you order something. Tummy rumbling is the first sign of horrible gastric anyway." At the same time, he looked for a waitress who was free to take an order. After a while, Scott managed to grab the attention of someone who was serving another table. The waitress nodded and gestured to her current table, telling him that she'll be over as soon as she is done.

Dove seemed surprised and caught of guard when he mentioned the relation of Los Angeles and New York, though she came up with a quick reply. He thought about asking her where her father was from but after a while of thought, he decided that if he did, it would have been too nosey although he was genuinely curious. Throughout their conversation, the girl really seemed random emotionally. One minute, she is cold and afraid and the other, quick and friendly. Somehow, Scott felt surprised, never having met anyone so spontaneous.

The cold beer bottle in his hand chilled his fingertips as he held it up. Shrugging, he smiled and said, "If you'd like. You have taste beer before right?" His tone emitted a little concern and curiosity as he asked her.

Wondering why she asked him about his opinion on the name Valoel, he pondered on it and shrugged slightly. "Well, it's not as foreign as the name Dove, no offense of course. But it does sound more feminine I suppose. Doesn't that mean angel of peace or something?"

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"Ahhh.." She had suddenly grasped Scott's arm to stop him from signalling someone but he already had with his other arm. Valoel defeated in her attempt whispered to him. "I didn't order because I have nil currency with me.." Her voice fragile again. Afterall if she had to stay in the human's New York. How would she survive?
She gulped letting go of his arm and looking down at the table. And where will I hide from the angels.. The beer bottle was held up to her again. "You have taste beer before right?" Valoel shook her head. "Incorrect. i never have drink beer" She pondered on why he had asked while smoothing the creases in her dress. "Do I need.. Training before drinking?" she asked thinking about the system of the heavens. Her eyes focused on the beer again. She was curious of human life. "What does it.. Taste of?" she asked him tilting her head.
The lights in the bar flickered which made Valoel frightened. She quickly sat under the table hugging her knees, praying and hoping it was not the angels. "Father in heaven. Please forgive thy sins..." she chanted in repeat with her eyes closed though she hadn't commit any sins yet. Guilt grew in her heart about becoming fallen though it was not for her to decide. She opened her eyes to look at Scott and the waitress who had helped her then went back to closing her eyes. "Forgive thy sins. Forgive thy sins. Look not to my friends. Forgive thy sins"

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He chuckled a little but then realized that the girl was actually serious. "Huh. You're broke? Gambled it all or something?" He laughed at his little joke and ordered burger and fries from the waitress before turning back to Dove. "Don't worry about it then. I've got it. My treat." He flashed her a quick smile as he said it.

A surprised look appeared on his face. "Is beer foreign in your hometown or something? No. You just drink it, like you do with water. But it has a different kick if I may add." The way she talked about everything, it struck him as odd and odder as the time passed. After a while, he realized that she was not joking when she asked him these question. She was actually seriously clueless about them all.

His patience grew thinner when she quickly ducked down under the table. She looked frightened and small. Scott could hear her soft voice whispering something. Leaning closer, he realized that she was reciting some sort of prayer, something he never really got used to. Basically, he does not really believe in religion, finding it hard to channell all your life and trust to only one thing and he felt that through all the masses that he attended as a chiild, it was what they were meant to do. He strared her, keeping his cool in, while waiting for her to sit back up.

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Mary watched him start to reason with a beverage that she should get a tip, and even watched him set it on the table. Did he just have money to burn or was he intoxicated? Looking at him closer, there wasn't really anything strange going on. So it had to be that he had money to burn. "Alright... I guess I will?" She spoke up with a soft smile. She didn't mind getting a lot for a tip, at least let it be the honorable way though. Watching him sit down, he even started to comment on her not sitting down. Cocking her head to the side, Mary looked at him in disbelief. "Because I'm your waitress and I'm here to serve you." She spoke up with hesitation in her voice as she stood there.

Standing there after a moment of utter silence, she cleared her throat and switch her hip movements to the other side. "So... if I'm here to serve you what can I get ya then?" She asked him with curiosity, putting out a sweet smile and being polite. He was quite the funny man, cute, but funny. The way he carried himself to the points where he acted as if he belonged in the Victorian era amused her. However, she wouldn't be able to keep this up all day. Her shift ended in five minutes, afterwards he could hold up as long as a conversation he wished.

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well im awaiting a response i guess >.< so long as I have something to do i'll post (:

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What's the hold up? no one is posting anymore! Why is this?

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I'll try to post soon : )

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okay I see. Thankyou very much :D

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It depends on how you want to go. It could be coincidence, "I'll see you tomorrow", friendship, or stalking. Fox the angel for example, maybe the photographer takes pity on her and takes her in? It's honestly up to you.

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Umm question?
I'm not sure how my non human character ends up approaching the human and doesn't leave them alone. Is there something binding them beside fairytale affiliation? Or does she just become a stalker xD

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Alright, so snow white aka vampire and the beast aka demon is left to claim. One guy and one girl position. Not too shabby for a noob thread leader. Haha. Plus I did in intro post as well. Right now Mary is at the bar. So if someone is bored, that is the place to be.

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Sorry, someone asked for the wolf already in my messages. But, if they don't post a profile today I'll give it to you. And I guess it's up to Josepheus.

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i was wondering if i can reserve either The wolf, Or sleeping beauty. if one or the other were already claimed.

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May I reserve The Prince?

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This sounds really interesting : ) Do you mind if I reserved Beauty? I'll put up a characeter sheet for her as soon as I can.

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