forum Angel/Devil rp

Started March 05, 2018 by @@sTRAYKEYS

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(Idk what kind of things are in Heaven lol) "It's near the fountain of youth. I don't know its exact location." He looked out the stained glass window, sitting on the other bed.

"Ok, well, do you have clothes for the night?" Joan wondered what was happening to her, she was 19 and already acting like a full adult. Even going as far to treating and caring for Nash. Ding. The bell went off. "That should be your coco," Joan pointed to the door. "Go on, go get it."

Nathaniel nodded. "Yes ma'am." He went to the door and opened it, greeting the server with a polite bow and taking the tray. "Thank you, sir." He brought the tray back into the room, being careful not to drop it or spill anything

Joan was in full view of the door from where she sat, and although Nathaniel didn't notice the gun in the servers hand she did. "Nash! Close the door!" Was shouted before much could happen. Joan was already to run to the door when… (You pick it up)

"What?" Nathaniel turned around after setting the tray down and froze, terrified. The server was pointing the gun at him and Joan. "S-sir, please put that down…" He held up his hands to protect himself, taking a few shaky steps backward. Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the server pulled the trigger. (Aaaaand you pick it up! This is fun :D. Who gets shot? If anyone?)

Joan threw the alarm clock a split second before the trigger was pulled. The bullet shattered the clock, but gave Joan enough time to pull Nash behind her and kick the attacker. She lifted herself up with her wings, barely seeing the man's wings as well. He was an Angel, the relizem ripped through Joan. "Nash…" She drawled, "Lock yourself in the bathroom…" A necessary precaution. "Now!" Joan shouted as she launched herself at the man, tearing the gun from his hands. {Pick it up, and this is fun :)}

Nathaniel nodded slightly, terrified. His eyes were wide with fear as he ran to the bathroom and locked the door, hyperventilating in a corner. He could hear Joan fighting with the man outside. His heart raced and he stared at the door, as though expecting it to slam open and the man to appear in the doorway.

Joan pummeled him, once he had lost his gun he wasn't even fighting. Joan threw him into the closet and locked the door. Before quickly smashing the door in on Nash.

He screamed and covered his eyes, shaking. He was convinced that he was about to be shot and killed. He had bad experiences with guns…

Joan realized her mistake and dropped down behind him, "Shhh, Nash, it's me. It's Joan." She waited for him to come to her, not wanting to startle him more. "Nash, he's in the closet. Your fine." Joan repeated, over and over again.

It took Nathaniel a few minutes to calm himself down, slowing his breathing and heart rate to a close to normal speed. "H-he won't break out? Does he still have the gun? A-are the authorities coming?" He went closer to Joan, clearly still afraid based on the questions he was asking.

Joan didn't even think about the authorities, and to be fair, she wanted to cry. But she didn't and instead said, "Come here, he's stuck in there. Ok? And I threw the gun out into the hallway." Joan was sure that if Nash didn't calm down he would settle into shock, and that wouldn't be good for anything. Including his wing,

Nathaniel nodded and leaned against Joan, closing his eyes when he heard the man pounding on the inside of the closet door. He didn't say much more for a while after that, focusing on steadying his breathing.

Joan was mumbling about nothing important as Nash lay there. Its been a tiring day, and she wondered where Pluto had gone. Joan nearly fell asleep when she remembered the beds, "Come on. Lets get into the beds." She started to pull him up and over the fallen door.

"Y-yes ma'am." He allowed himself to be dragged into the room, looking fearfully at the closet door, which had mercifully become silent. Nathaniel didn't think he'd be able to sleep with him in the room though. He and Joan would certainly be easy to kill if he broke out while they were sleeping

Joan noticed his long look and began saying, "I'm gonna go down to the lobby and get this resolved, do you want to stay here and keep an eye out?" Before stretching her wings.

"S-sure." He was still afraid to be left alone with this man, but everything would probably be fine for a couple minutes. He sat on the bed and fidgeted with his hands, trying to distract himself (Sorry for leaving! I had to shower)

Joan arrived to the lobby to see a rather surprised look on the manager's face. "I have a man, in my closet, who just attempted to kill me. Why?" Joan said it all in a no nonsense tone. Not even taken aback by how clearly she was lying as the woman said, "We'll take him away immediately, we don't know how he got there." Joan was near ready to punch this woman and blow the whole hotel up. She only refrained because Nash was still inside of it.

Nathaniel could hear the door splintering as the man beat on it. It probably wouldn't last much longer. He held his breath, hoping Joan would return before the door broke.

(I have no clue.)
Will grabbed his phone and began to track Joan. He'd put a tracking device on one of the halfbreeds wings.

The door smashed to the ground in pieces, and before Nathaniel knew it, he was pinned against the wall. He decided it was in his best interests to keep his mouth shut, as one of the man's hands was around his throat. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.

(When I first read it I read it as Nathan, so my mind went to Nath. Which doesn't make sense. So I went with Nash. I think it's kinda a sweet, off point, nickname. Don't you? BTW sorry for being gone, I had school and chores) Joan stomped back to the room. Utterly pissed. They sent that man on purpose, she was sure of it. Joan arrived to see Nash pinned to the left wall. In fury Joan kicked the attacker in the ribs. Continuing to fight him off and out the door.

(Oh! That makes sense ^^)
Nathaniel slid down the wall, allowing himself to draw in a shaky breath. Today had been incredibly stressful, for several reasons, and the gun was bringing back bad memories.