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Miyazaki Ruka

"I'll burn the world down if it warms your hands."

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a character in “The End of Days”, as played by Burn One Down

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{"This is how your heart gets snagged, like a balloon on a barbed-wire fence, this is where pieces of you get torn away.” }
-Pete Wentz
Paper Cut || Cigarettes || Slip Out The Back || High Road || Remember The Name || Kenji

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|{Full Name}|
Miyazaki Ruka
|{Nickname}|
Rue
|{Birthday}|
December Third
|{Ethnicity}|
Japanese American
|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual
|{Role}|
Rebel
|{Mentality}|
Out of nothing but a passionate loyalty to her own kind, Ruka is incredibly defensive and harbors a great and extreme hatred for angels. They dared attack her species and like hell is she going to let that fly. She's pretty militant about it, too.




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{"The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.” }
-Pete Wentz

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|

β–ͺ Emotional processing includes messing with her hair for Rue β–ͺ Sweet tooth β–ͺ Always has a gun β–ͺ Can't stay still if there's music β–ͺ Very expressive β–ͺ Always on time β–ͺ Very good sense of direction β–ͺ Ambidextrous β–ͺ Identifies plants on sight β–ͺ Clenches jaw when thinking or angry β–ͺ Always has mace and an arsenal of self defense weaponry β–ͺ Insomniac β–ͺ Smokes once in a while, drinks more regularly, doesn't touch drugs β–ͺ

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|

β–ͺPassionateβ–ͺ
Something impossible for Rue to hide is her fiery feelings about literally everything. It's improbable for her to feel ambivalent about anything and she's incessantly lively about everything that crosses her path. Intense is an understatement for her.
β–ͺMarksman and Combatantβ–ͺ
With hours at the gun range and more working for the police force, Rue has become very good at combat, especially gun-range combat. She's a good shot, and of a bit above average in strength. Trained in martial arts and self defense, with more practical experience than she really needed, she's well equipped to take down a man bigger than her now.
β–ͺLoyalβ–ͺ
Courageous for those she loves or cares about, Rue is fiercely loyal and will protect anyone she thinks needs it if they're in such a position that they can't provide themselves with it. She is slow to break
|{Flaws || Weakness}|
β–ͺStubbornβ–ͺ
With a drastic inability to let anything go, Rue is one to hold grudges and remember every detail. This means a lot of trouble for her when she's in group settings, and working on the force it's caused her more than a few problems with her higher-ups, not to mention it means she's all too often caught up in her own anger and resentment of people, leading her to seek revenge where none might be necessary.
β–ͺMeanβ–ͺ
To anyone who has wronged her or any of her own, Rue is mercilessly mean and not afraid to fight dirty to make them miserable, preferably more miserable than they made her or her own. She has no honor for people who've hurt anyone she cares about.
β–ͺOverly Defensiveβ–ͺ
Always paranoid, Rue is quick to spring to violent and defensive action in place of giving anyone a chance to hurt her.
β–ͺEasily Readβ–ͺ
While passion is one of Rue's greatest strengths, she absolutely cannot hide any of her emotions, which makes her incredibly easily read and an absolutely terrible liar. She's good at intimidation, but can't bluff her way out of anything. She wears her heart on her sleeve.
|{Hobbies}|
β–ͺ Reading β–ͺ Watching television β–ͺ Gardening β–ͺ Going to the gun range β–ͺ Shopping in import shops β–ͺ Video games β–ͺ Martial Arts β–ͺ Going to the zoo β–ͺ Botany β–ͺ
|{Fears}|
β–ͺ Dogs β–ͺ Cloying darkness β–ͺ Trusting the wrong person β–ͺ The angels' victory β–ͺ Someone she cares about dying β–ͺ Being firedβ–ͺ Angelsβ–ͺ Having control of her own being taken away β–ͺ Large bodies of water/drowning β–ͺ
|{Secrets}|
β–ͺAssaultβ–ͺ
Between the ages of ten and fourteen, Rue was sexually assaulted some twelve times by a close friend of her father's. This has been her only sexual history to date, and she has used it to an extent as the fuel she uses to drive herself into defense of herself and anyone she loves, but it has also caused her incredible periods of dissociation and hardship as well.

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{"Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.” }
-Pete Wentz




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|{Personality}|

β–ͺ Stubborn β–ͺ Reckless β–ͺ Loyal β–ͺ Brave β–ͺ Empathetic β–ͺ Optimistic β–ͺ Controlling β–ͺ Possessive β–ͺ Protective β–ͺ

Before the angels touched down, Rue was a sharp shooting, bull-headed LAPD cop with no worries beyond what she was going to eat for breakfast and keeping her and her partners safe on the bad streets of LA. But even then, she was just as belligerent as she always was. What pushes Ruka into action is very rarely logic, but much moreoften what her heart pushes her to do. Irrational and reckless, she has a strong sense of both loyalty, and blind, illogical bravery. Quick to trust, and quicker to fall in love, swaying Rue is easy, and she lacks the real comprehension of middle ground, and while it's easy to become her best friend, it's equally easy to become her worst enemy, and once she's been wronged, it's near impossible for her to forgive.

Rue is fond of plants, and feels the need to ground herself to the soil frequently, and she loves the way California feels but loathes the ocean for its vastness. Flight mystifies her but her loathing of the angels outweighs any love for their wings. They pose a threat to her and her entire species and while she's sure they could be nice under the right circumstance, Ruka cannot give the angels any sympathy until they no longer pose that threat. Her mind is militaristic and defensive.

Enamored with young children, Rue is not nearly so good with animal and has been known to be skittish around dogs. She was raised speaking Japanese and English, but she's a fair bit worse at Japanese having been out of practice for the recent years. At twenty-three, Rue has been on the police force for four and a half years, and absolutely loves it to this day. Although she was interested in going into the military, Ruka is scared of travelling away from her continent, and is terrified of leaving the things she knows and trusts. The unknown is terrifying to her, but she will still gladly face it head on and with a gun in hand.




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{"Life will not tear us apart this time, our hearts will see to it.” }
-Pete Wentz



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|{Likes}|
β–² Reading β–² Gin β–² Policework β–² Wildflowers β–² Early mornings β–² Television β–² Loud rock and roll β–² People with warm hands β–² Spring β–² Daffodils β–² Naps β–² Driving β–² Kids β–² LA β–² Gardening β–² Rolling the windows down in the summer β–² The feel of rice β–² Being labeled a rebel β–² Zoos β–² Guns β–² Martial Arts β–² Mountains β–² Being punctual β–² Being strong β–² Defending herself β–²




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{"We are not going to be back here for a good, long while. We have prior engagements. We have the money in a duffel bag. We have no shame. Fuck guilt. Back to life.” }
-Pete Wentz



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|{Dislikes}|

β–Ό The ocean β–Ό Gardena β–Ό Small towns β–Ό Angels β–Ό Dogs β–Ό Being harassed β–Ό Being flirted with intensely β–Ό Being looked at too long β–Ό Gumdrops β–Ό Shakespeare β–Ό Pickles β–Ό Lightning β–Ό The taste of blood β–Ό Teenagers β–Ό Nonfiction books β–Ό Paperwork β–Ό Speeding tickets β–Ό Wine β–Ό Bees β–Ό




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{"I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.” }
-Pete Wentz

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|{Place of Origin}|
Gardena, California
|{History}|

Ruka's grandparents on both sides were first generation Japanese immigrants who lasted out stays in the internment camps of World War II, but her parents were in a considerably better position when she was born. They lived in Gardena, California in an upper middle class home and began teaching her from a young age. She was an only child, treated with the full weight of the household on her back. Her father worked at a mobile phone company, and her mother taught homeschool kids creative writing, but neither of them saw much potential from their daughter in her early years. She attended private school as soon as she was able and was given a good education; one her parents didn't have. In return, Ruka was expected to belligerently succeed in every single place where her parents had failed in their adolescence.

By circumstance, this was more than difficult, when her father's friend came to stay with them between when she was ten and fourteen, and he spent all of the wrong kind of attention on her. She learned his ways, but couldn't stop him, or tell her parents, for the threats he gave her and the knowledge that he knew all too well how to fulfill them. Eventually, he left, and she fell into dissociations and escapisms, which only made her failings more glaring to her parents.

Ruka meeting her parents' standards quickly became something both them and her became incredibly tired of fighting over. From then on, Ruka and her parents were somewhat distant from one another, while she grew closer with people at her high school and in Sophomore year moved to public school at her request due to dramatic fallouts of the cliques she'd been in. While it was scary and upsetting at the time, in hindsight it seemed little more than petty bullshit when she looked back at it later. When she went to public school she continued making friends, and did fine on her own. The rift between her and her family grew, but she didn't mind.

Ruka's parents had a son when she turned seventeen and she tried to take care of him and learn to care about him but at that point the disconnect from her familial ties was simply too vast and after graduating she left for police academy promptly, and without any guilt for leaving her years younger sibling behind. Police academy did her good, and Ruka took to it better than to most things. She truly felt she had found her calling.

|{Family Tree}|
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Miyazaki Gou - Father – Paternal Blood Relation - Neutral Terms – Alive
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Miyazaki Ai – Mother – Maternal Blood Relation - Neutral Terms – Alive
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Miyazaki Aoi – Brother – Blood Sibling - Neutral Terms – Alive





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{"My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe...” }
-Pete Wentz




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β€œI guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

I don't want to be the one to blame
You like fun and games
Keep playing em
I'm just saying
Think back then
We was like one and the same
On the right track
But I was on the wrong train
Just like that
Now you've got a face to pain
And the devil's got a fresh new place to play
In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain
Every damn day is the same shade of grey

Hey
I used have a little bit of a plan
Used to
Have a concept of where I stand
But that concept slipped right out of my hands
Now I don't really even know who I am
Yo, what do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

Back then, I thought you were just like me
Somebody who could see all the pain I see
But you proved to me unintentionally
That you would self-destruct eventually
Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt
But it's not gonna work
Cause it's really much worse than I thought
I wished you were something that you were not
And now this guilt is really all that I got

You turned your back
And walked away in shame
All you got is a memory of pain
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground
I hear your voice in my head when no one else is around
What do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

Do what i have to do
You're on your own now believe me

What ever happens to you
You're on your own now believe me

What do I have to say
You're on your own now believe me

It's not gonna happen with me
You're on your own now believe me”




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{"I've always believed in God. I'm just not so sure he believes in me.” }
-Pete Wentz




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Other || TBAdded when applicable

So begins...

Miyazaki Ruka's Story

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β€œthe theme of this party's the industrial age and you came in dressed like a trainwreck”
{ 740 Words | Sunset | The Aerie }


Theliel had been busy on security shifts all afternoon and evening; although he hadn't been working
security specifically he'd been running messages and reports between the bosses Upstairs and the
security officers on the ground. This wasn't exactly what he'd pictured doing with his day, though, and
it filled him with a dull ache of longing for the days when he'd been allowed to patrol partnered,
because that was how he and Ezra had worked best, because alone they were a messenger and a lowly
guardian, but together they'd been good enough, fast and smart enough to hold everything together.

By the time the sun was melting into the horizon, scattering crimson prisms across the lawn and
lighting wings and grass on fire, Todd had been finally relieved of his duties and he gratefully
returned to his room and as he slid his t-shirt off, loosened his jeans from his hips, he couldn't help
but examine his face in the mirror, run two fingers across his dirt-smudged collarbone and bite his
lip before he nodded to himself, deciding if he was going to go to a party in style he definitely needed
to shave the stubble which had taken up residence along his jaw. Ducking into his bathroom, he did so
with a short, finessed blade and no bodily harm, surprisingly. Which made him grin and giggle a bit,
and which lit up his insides in such a way that he couldn't help but feel just a little more excited.
Before getting dressed, he strolled across his room to the gateleg table which held his mirror, and
poured himself a glass of white wine from the pitcher there, lifting the glass to his lips and examining
the lawns from the window. It was all outdone, things always were in the Aerie when they had to leave
a lasting impression. Sometimes it made Todd feel cheap, today it filled him with a bubbling
excitement.

Polishing off half his wine in a little under two minutes, Todd felt warmer and he crossed to his chest
of drawers to pull on first loose grey slacks, which he rejected after looking in the mirror, and then
second, a pair of tight, black slacks which curved around his thigh in a way Todd felt much more good
about than the weird wrinkle the grey ones had given him. He fussed over these things for a long
moment before sliding a button down shirt over his shoulders, one which matched perfectly to the fawn
color of his wings, buttoning from the bottom and leaving the top three buttons undone, open to show
the dip in his collarbone and the curve of his neck meeting his shoulder. Finishing the rest of his wine,
Todd slipped the peacock mask onto his face, the feathers at the sides brushing his cheeks and a cursory
glance in the mirror told him things were definitely all in place. Sitting down on his unmade bed, Todd
ran his fingers through his wings, sorting out the splits in his feathers at the very tips of his wings and
attempting to groom them into some sort of presentable arrangement. The brown freckles across his
feathers slowly fell into place, and the dark tipped wings gleamed softly under the warm light of the
overhead. As he stood, he let them relax downward in their neutral position, with the dark tips nearly
brushing the ground, he had to pull them in a bit as he slid through his door and to the festivities
outside. Candlelight, starlight, and the gleam of champagne flutes filled the air. All Todd could do was
stare at the myriad of masks around him, let his lips fall into a casual pink curve of a smile while he
informally swiped a glass of champagne from a passing Son of Man with a silver platter in his hands.
He sipped his drink slow, surveying the crowd for familiar wings or familiar lips (maybe those he'd
kissed before, and could consider kissing again), his ears sharply aware of any familiar cadences in the
air. The angel found himself leaning against an archway, searching, waiting, watching.




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β€œif memory serves i'm addicted to words and they're useless”
{ 672 Words | Sunset | Earth, the Aerie }



Rory couldn't be sure what exactly made him come to the ball, although he
had a hundred half thought out reasons to be there. (Intel, beautiful people, angels, and a myriad of
other fractal fractured thoughts.) In the end it boiled down to a change of pace, needing to get out of
his lonely little apartment and out of his head and out of the kitchen where the only thing in the
fridge-freezer combo were his snakes' frozen mice, and the living room where the couch smelled
vaguely like dust for lack of anyone sitting there. So he'd put on a wrinkled dress shirt he found in the
back of his closet with the simple black masquerade mask he'd been looking for, and his most proper
pants, just dark jeans that he thought might as well not be noticed too badly, and pulled it all together
with a slightly ragged violet tie. By the time he'd stepped out his front door for a cigarette while he
gathered himself as he always did pre-socialization, he'd talked himself out of and back into going
already. But the world stretched grey and empty around him and something had to give, so he'd
sucked it up with the smoke and decided that he needed to have the balls to do this kind of thing if
he was going to learn anything more about the angels than he already knew. So he'd grabbed two packs
of filterless pall mals from the Stewart's on the corner and dissolved into the night and the sound of
his footsteps on the sidewalk.

Being in the Aerie immediately felt like something that Rory shouldn't have been doing but taking a deep
breath, tightening his mask around his eyes, he hurried himself into the ball with a beating heart
and the feeling of distaste and anxiousness in the pit of his stomach. Grateful for the security check not
confiscating his stashed glass one hitter, and instead swiping the pocket knife he'd forgotten was in his
back pocket, he stole himself across the lawn to where the long shadows of the Aerie's largest foliage
were dark enough for him to hide away and observe the party's guests. He preferred this approach
more than he'd ever enjoy chatting up the various humans and angels at the party, and if he was honest
with himself, the better vantage of the angels' wings, various colors shapes and sizes, sans the combat
he'd seen them in before, was rather beautiful. The dying light of day only served to make them glow.

Lighting up a cigarette, tucking it between his lips, Rory was more than satisfied to simply observe
festivities until he spotted an unmasked human strolling between guests in the thick of them with a
silver platter dotted with gleaming champagne flutes. He took a long moment mentally weighing the
pros and cons of approaching the crowd. He'd have to be in much closer proximity to the guests, but
then again, he'd also have the dull warmth of alcohol in his blood and bravery coursing through his
veins. It wasn't a bad trade off. Sucking on his cigarette he ashed on the lawn and decisively began
picking his way into the thick of the crowd again. Before he reached any of the alcohol, though, an
angel slightly taller than him in an elaborate peacock mask caught his shoulder and glared at him
from the edge of an archway.
β€œOi. Pretty boy, put that shit out,” the angel hissed and Rory rolled his eyes.
β€œYeah yeah,” he muttered in return.
Rory turned on his heel and flipped him off while he quickly turned to search out the tray of
refreshments again, grimacing in one of his unique ways to grimace, showing annoyance, indignance
and an antisocial loathing of his situation all at once. He, of course, got lost in the crowd and never
did find the son of man with the champagne, which only served to add to his frustration and annoyance.
He angrily huffs and takes a drag off his cigarettes, trying to get his bearings in the masses.




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β€œi don't know why i have to tell it but i know what it means.”
{ 552 Words | Sunset | Earth, the Aerie }



β€œThat one, please,”
Rue's heavily accented voice cut through the dusty silence.
The costume shop smelled like mothballs, dust, and old linen mixed with the sharp scent of new latex.
It was a smell that made Rue's stomach turn and her feet tap gentle on the hardwood, quick, uncertain.
The clerk nods and hands her the masquerade mask. Rue checks out quick, nervously as the sun spills
through the shop window, golden in the midsummer evening and begging to be let free of the ring of
horizon holding it in. Holding the mask up to her face in a small mirror by the counter, she decides it
will do and quickly vacates the shop, still uneasy and with a strange volatile mix of anxiety and
bravery mixing in her gut.

Her way home is quick and decisive and she keeps her keys jammed tight between her first and second
knuckles the whole way back. It's not that she's scared necessarily, but the adrenaline of going into
the Aerie is certainly coalescing in her stomach, and Rue can't help but let it sweep her up a little. Her
thoughts are buzzing numb while she prepares, puts on her best formal dress with a dark red-violet
shawl and long gloves before synching the violet and cream mask to her face. She pulls her hair up,
and bares the skin from her cheeks to under her clavicles, showing off the stretch of porcelain and
gentle curvature of muscle, bone, and skin. Perhaps it would distract from her face if anyone were to
be able to recognize her from surveillance of the rebellion's movements. She brought no weapons with
her, left her gun at home, which gave her more anxiety than entering the Aerie ever would, and she
departed for the masquerade with her skin prickling and hot with anxiety.

The myriad of wings scattered across the lawn and attached to various masked guests were all Rue
could see or really focus on, the immense collection of angels and humans intermingling made her
chest burn and her stomach turn against her spine. Past the security check, she watched carefully the
concentration of guests and decided she had two options; first she could attempt to seek out a friendly
and willing Child of Man to give her as much information as she could get and leave, or she could
converse with an angel and attempt to find the same means. In her mind, the first option was a much
more likely successful one, so she ducked her head, hoping to god no one would recognize her
behind the mask, and darted into the crowd to look for any humans who seemed to be more or less
in the know of what was going on and where everything was. It wasn't too long before she was tailing
a boy who seemed to know his way around, but a few minutes in, he got lost and began flirting with
a female angel and Rue decided he was the wrong type of target. Instead she carefully scoped again,
searching for the right face, the right mask, something. She still wasn't quite sure what it was that she
was looking for, what might cue her in. But it was a lost cause if she didn't at least look.

The setting changes from Earth to The Aerie

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Character Portrait: Rory Daniels Character Portrait: Miyazaki Ruka Character Portrait: Theliel Character Portrait: Jessamine Kingsley
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Jessamine Kingsley


Jess stood in her flat that was in a run down part of the town right next to the Aerie. She stood in her bathroom in a robe, her hair up and out of her face as she stared down at her hands as they gripped the edge of the sink, whitening her knuckles. It was the night she had planned for for the past two weeks. She was to infiltrate, see what she could, find out what she could, get out. Nothing less, no drawing attention to herself, and to not risk herself no matter what. She hoped that there was nothing for her to worry about. There were going to be angels, there were going to be people who were a lot like slaves, and there were going to be other spies, there was no way around that, it was just how these parties worked. Yes, she was practically invited to go in, but that didn't mean they wanted her there for the exact reasons she was going.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, she went to her bed where on it layed the dress she was to wear that night. It was elegant yet dainty at the same time in her opinion. It was black, a lace sleeve going to her wrist on the left arm, the skirt covered in lace as it went down slightly past her ankles though the black dress underneath ended at her thighs allowing the lace to extend by itself to the ground. The skirt was all black yet extremely beautiful compared to the other clothing articles in Jess's closet. She had to be in heels to not trip over the masterpiece. She couldn't stand the idea that she had to dress up so much and wear heels going into a place filled with people that hated her without anything to protect herself. It was as if it was a trap which potentially it could be though she highly doubted it had anything to do with that as who would go if it was considered a big risk?

The flat wasn't the cleanest or best of places, but Jess couldn't afford the cleanest and best of places and refused to take any more money that already payed from her job with the resistance. She had never complained though she didn't like the living space. She hoped that maybe one day there would be a different place she called home, but she wasn't sure. She went to the bathroom, using the different beauty tools she had been told to use to get ready for the party. She blew her hair dry with a hairdryer that was rather nice. She didn't hesitate when it came to using the different make up items that were given to her. She may not dress up or bother with appearance much or often at all, but she did know how to use them. Her hair curled with the curling iron she owned and looked rather pretty. With the hair done, she smiled in relief as one thing was finished for the night. She had what seemed like a hundred more things to do. She finished the make up, not bothering much with eye makeup except for some black eyeshadow as she did have the mask.

Walking back into the bedroom she got dressed quickly, making sure she was ready before looking down at the mask. Her ride was to arrive within a minute or so, a nice, new, sleek looking car she was told. She looked in the mirror once before bringing the mask to her face and tying it gently using the ribbon on the back, tucking it under her hair. There was a honk, she grabbed the small clutch wallet she was supposed to take and went downstairs to where the car waited on the dirty street. She climbed in, situating herself so she looked more comfortable. If there was any reason for her ability to do this, it was her ability to look comfortable or at ease in a place she had never really known much about. She had been to the Aerie once or twice, perhaps three times before, but not enough to know the buildings like she had hoped she would. She had never been able to search, had never been able to look for Lucas. Perhaps tonight would be the night she needed to save her worries of him.

She looked out the window as the car approached the Aeire. She stayed inside the car as it was checked, then got out, accepting the hand of one of the security personal. She went through the security procedures, allowing them to look into her wallet as well before she was allowed into the Aerie, the building that seemed more like a myth than a real place. She walked tall, having no issue whatsoever with the heels. She watched the mass of angels and humans, wondering how many hated humans and how many humans weren't there for innocent things. She walked, watching people as she went, acknowledging those whose gaze may linger on her. She couldn't help but smile at them as she gave a small wave. It didn't surprise her that some people were gazing at her in a way that did make her slightly uncomfortable. She wouldn't vocalize it, but she felt pretty, felt nice, felt at ease in the clothing even if the make up felt suffocating.

She saw the different men manning the bars, felt saddened for them and wondered if Lucas was around. She paused slightly in the crowd of bodies, taking the scene in without really seeing it. She thought of what it would be like if she was to see the man that broke her family, what she would do if she was touched by an angel, what she would do if something broke out. The various colored wings and the different appearances they gave caught her attention making her wonder why or how some of them were the different colors they were.

As she stood, waiting for something, anything to catch her attention, she spotted it. She smiled slightly as she finally though to take in the masks, reminded of the notion by a figure standing under an archway. The peacock mask was one that couldn't really be missed in the light of the extravagant party. She waved slightly, her fingers moving carefully without moving her hand. She smiled up at the figure with a smile that might have been considered shy. Someone emerged from the shadows and seemed to make his way into the crowd making Jess wonder about where he might have gone. She looked around at the others around you, walking carefully towards a bar where she accepted a glass of white wine, thanking the fellow as she took a sip, wondering if the man had actually seen her. Was he something that could potentially be important considering he seemed comfortable enough in his own skin. Maybe he was just lounging about and she was to just meet and angel.