forum Angel/Devil rp

Started March 05, 2018 by @@sTRAYKEYS

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Once Joan was out the door, she ripped a light off the wall and presumed to beat in the head of their attacker. It took her five minutes until he was dead, fifteen until she stopped, and twenty more laying there num.

Nathaniel closed his eyes and covered his ears, hyperventilating as Joan beat the attacker. Why couldn't she just wait for the authorities to come? He leaned up against the bed, curling up into a terrified ball. He had come close to dying several times today, and he couldn't stop replaying each moment in vivid detail in his head, not helping his stress.

When Joan saw Nash, she knew it was her fault. She was the reason he had nearly died, and she would not let someone get that lucky shot. "I'm taking you home, get what you want-or need. But I'm taking you back."

"Y-yes, ma'am…" He managed to whisper before pulling himself to his feet, grasping the bed for support. He absently rubbed his neck with one hand, a dark bruise already forming.

Joan took a first aid kit out of her backpack, shifting through it before finding what she needed. It was the residue of the potion from Nash's wing. Uncorking a small bottle of it, she handed it to him. "This is the stuff I used on your wing, rub it on anything that hurts," Joans voice softened, "I can't let you die caught in a cross-fire. Ok? I need to get you safe first."

Nathaniel nodded and decided to just rub some on his neck. He'd be otherwise fine. For the most part, he wasn't physically injured, just scared half to death. He handed the bottle back to Joan with shaking hands, who seemed skeptical.

"You sure your not still hurt?" Joan asked before putting it away. She didn't like the idea that he was ignoring injuries for whatever reason.

"I-I'll be fine…" He kept his hand firmly on the bed's structure, looking up at Joan from the corner.

Joan was afraid. She was only 19 and in two days had nearly been killed a good three times. But she put on a "I'm fine" face and nodded. "Time to go then," And she was ready to be out.

"A-are you okay, Joan?" Nathaniel asked as he switched his support to Joan's arm rather than the bed. He looked up at her, clearly concerned.

Joan wanted to say no, really wanted to tell him. But she couldn't. It would have shook a huge foundation for her, one she wished to stay put. So she lied as she said, "I'm fine." What shattered her was how easy it was for her to say that before she crumbled to the floor. Crying in a pitiful way. "Just give me a sec," She pulled through the sobs, "One-One second."

"Joan?" He sat down weakly next to her, awkwardly giving her a hug in an attempt to calm her down. He knew that no matter how terrified he was, he should still try to help others. Although, he wasn't entirely sure how to comfort Joan when he was in pretty much the same state.

Joan felt better after a minute of so. And was ready to set out, only one problem. She can't fly in the dark. "We might have a problem with getting back," She brushed her hair back, "I can't fly in the dark," Joan whispered it. As if showing weakness will destroy her. (I have to go for like, ten-fifteen minutes. So see you in a bit)

(Okay)
"That's okay… I-I can't fly at all. At least I don't think so…" To be honest, Nathaniel would be afraid to fly in the dark anyways. He couldn't see anything and flying already made him uncomfortable, at least for now.

(I'm back) "That means we are holed up in here for the time being…" Joan wasn't ready to give up yet, not on this. "See that desk," She pointed to it, "We're gonna put in front of the door once I prop that fallen thing up. Then we are going to lock the window. You will be in the bed the farthest from the door. M'kay?"

"Y-yes, ma'am." Nathaniel made his way towards the desk, leaning on it once he had made it. It seemed sturdy, definitely strong enough to block the door. The question was how they were going to get it there.

Joan fixed the door easily, but the real question was the desk. She sprouted some rope from her never-ending backpack, but failed to move it. She tried picking it up, dragging it, breaking it, it was indestructible. Joan wandered what to do next. (Pick it up)

Nathaniel got behind the desk and started pushing his back up against it. It moved about an inch or two in the right direction. He kept trying to move it, determined to get it to the door whether he collapsed sooner or later.

"Stop-stop!" Joan panicked worriedly. She was not letting Nash hurt himself because of some stupid desk. "We'll cover it with something else, Kay?" She immediately looked around, upon finding only a very big problem.

(No problem)
Nathaniel stopped, panting a bit. He came around to the front of the desk and sat on top of it. "What are we supposed to use?"

A smirk drifted onto Joan's face, "The lobby desk."

"What? B-but it's downstairs! Right?" Nathaniel seemed confused. It WAS downstairs, right? He was pretty sure they were on the fourth floor…

"Yes, it is down the stairs. Three stories below in fact. But, if I get my father involved they have two options. Fix everything and move us to a new-safer- room, or, give me what I want." Joan's smirk grew into a full evil grin.

Joan's smile made Nathaniel nervous, but he nodded awkwardly anyways. "Er, okay." (gtg bed, sorry)