@TheGoldenLegend
Picking one up, he stared down at it as the mother came dive bombing onto his head and then became tangled in his not that long hair. "Oh, look!" He gigged, "Now I have a bird hat!"
Picking one up, he stared down at it as the mother came dive bombing onto his head and then became tangled in his not that long hair. "Oh, look!" He gigged, "Now I have a bird hat!"
(“Don’t make me steal one of your children” im screaming lmao)
(Will someone else like to do something?)
(I mean, Aiven doesn’t seem to be by anyone in heaven so I don’t know what to do?)
(Well I don't what it to just be my character talking!)
Later that day, Braxton was at the party. He partied hard. He drank. He danced. He made out with some girls while drunk. Two dudes and a girl fell asleep on top of him at around midnight. He was too drunk to fall asleep so he tried to clumsily sneak out of the party, knocking over some stuff. And here's where he made a mustang. He got in his car and revved the engine.
(Oopsie! I meant mistake not mustang. I was listening to music thinking about cars while typing. You know how that goes.)
(Now things are getting started)
(That happened quickly! Brb, trying to win a bid on ebay)
(lol okay)
Braxton drove. He drove and drove. Music blasting, windows down. The light turned red but he didn't notice. A car rammed into the side of his own and he went swerving off into a ditch. The car rolled and crashed to a stop. Braxton's limp body swaying from side to side.
(Who ever is an Angel of Death, come get this guy! i have to go set the table)
(Lol you are.)
(Lmao, that’s you)
(I know I am but isn't there another guy?)
(nahhhh reread the species of each character.)
(There is another guy but they are two completely different things lol)
(There are other Angels here… like shurikenwolfbadass_13… But he's not here… Oh well, were is this drunk guy again?)
(On some street. It doesn't really matter specifics.)
Shooing away the parent birds, Lance picked up one of the squirming chicks, "You bothered me too much." He said bluntly, "Now I steal your child." jumping down from the tree, he glanced around as people walked past him, oblivious to him.
Racing out of the park, he took to the air, but the get got a message.
“We just got a letter,
We just got a letter,
We just got a letter,
I wonder who it's from?"
He nodded happily as the old Blue’s clues song played on. Pulling out his phone, he read the following:
Name: Braxton Manty
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tossed dirty blonde hair which is not too long, brown eyes, pretty tall and lanky.
Death: Johnson St, in a ditch at 8:56
(Brb)
(Oh my god, I’m loosing it)
Flying his way through the streets, he blasted out the Mail time song:
Here's the mail, it never fails.
It makes me want to wag my tail.
When it comes I want to wail -
“MAIL!!” He sang out the last part, and from down below he could see a few people turn to look up. “Hehe, stupid.” Flying full speed ahead, he glided down the ground once he saw smoke. “A two way collision… I think… or three?” But sadly, he did not see three cars. Hopping over to the ditch like a bunny, he bent down next to the car to get a better look at the man. “Wow, your good as dead.” He sighed, as he back out the way so the rescuers could come through.
Once the man was out and on the bed thing of “You no longer alive.” Lance simply pocked him on the nose, “Boop!” He giggles, the quickly bouncing back, he straightened his manner, so he would look more ‘Manly like’, as his teacher said. “You can come out now, Braxton.” As he said these words, a silver mist rose from the body and formed into the figure of the boy, “You're free.”
Leviel saw this happening, and instantly flew the miles down to Earth. He landed, gracefully, beside the Death Angel.
"Young man, your time, unfortunately, has come." He ssid, firmly.
Aiven hopped down from her spot eventually, her robin-like wings folded loosely as she walked to the main court-like area. With her notepad in hand, she let herself in, heading to where some of the higher ranking men and woman should be. She wasn’t allowed to grant miracles without higher approval, which only slightly bothered her.
"Do you always have to stalk me?" He hissed, trying to keep his voice down, "I can do things on my own you know! I'm not a fledgling anymore."
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