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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 1:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:37 pm
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"Ohh...oh gosh...now what am I going to do..." Stuck between a rock and a hard place, tiny fairy like angel that was half glowing Elizabeth, was caught with her wings in a tree, being chased by a crow. "Ohhhh go away you mean thing I'm not food!" she struggled with her sqeeky and tiny voice. No one of course heard her, how could they? they were just normal humans after all and not exactly the human for her. Elizabeth was small, as small as a baby's first plush doll, but even if she was the size of a regular angel on a daily basis no one could see her...only a special person really could.
It was a normal summer day, James lying around in his appartment by a window, the large fan on to keep him cool, and a magazine over his face. Waking up from his nap, he pulled the magazine off and streched, sitting up wondering what he should do that sunny and bright afternoon. James had lightly tanned skin, hazel brown eyes, very lightly tinted grey fashion glasses with no frame, and had very spikey black and silver platinum hair. He was an average out of university guy looking for a full-time job sort of living off his parents money until he found one. He wasn't messy, had good tastes, was single....and outrageously good looking but looks weren't exactly going to get him a job.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:45 pm
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Rowan was walking around in the park, just thinking. He had black hair and was in office clothes. His eyes were a distant blue, and his skin was pale and suggested not much time out of the apartment. However, if you looked closer, he was subtly muscular and strong. He heard some distant squeaks and, becoming curious, turned his direction towards the sounds. As he walked, he made out words and he found where they were coming from. He looked up the tree, raising an eyebrow. He climbed up the tree, grunting. Soon he was looking down at the angel, wide eyed.
Stella poked around the windows of the apartments where she was sure that James was, and tried to find him. The city was huge and hardly navigable for someone her size, but she managed. After what seemed like several hours of looking, Stella found what looked like the pictures that were in the file she was given. She clutched the file to her chest and flew in.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:58 pm
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As soon as shifting began happening in the tree, the crow that was picking on poor little Elizabeth crowed at him before flying off, pecking her little head with it's beak. Tearing up, she struggled to get her insect/butterfly like wings out of the little twiggy branch she was caught in, still talking to herself as if the human couldn't see her. "I'll be stuck here if I can't get loose..." she pouted and continued trying to pull. In her little form, which looked like a little doll she had short silver hair, silver eyes, a pale almost snow white body, a cute kinda chubby pokey body that was soft and squishy. Her angelic dress was a little tattered, ripped and torn but she didn't really mind it.
Getting up and walking to his kitchen, James broke out a bottle of water and began to drink, practically spewing it out when he saw some girl suddenly appear in his living room. "Holy -...I really need to stop drinking before noon..." he rubbed his eyes, lifting his glasses a bit, wondering if he was dreaming or was still drunk. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 4:01 pm
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Rowan sat down, then picked the little cherub up, "You okay?" he asked, not even questioning the angel being there. It was a dream, most likely, so he shouldn't freak out.
Stella, however, was freaking out. She stared at James, "You can see me?" she squeaked. Stella was the size of a baby doll, but looked more like a realistic Barbie doll if you had to compare her to a toy. Her hair was curly and fell around her waist, her wings large and bird-like, and her body was slim, but in a healthy way. All the angles and curves were rounded and gentle, and she was very easy on the eyes. Speaking of eyes, hers were large and brown, and held a large amount of innocence.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 4:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:23 pm
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(do you mind trying to write a little more than one line?)
"No wait!" Elizabeth flew down, stumbling since one of her wings had a hole through it. She followed as best she could, trying to grab his coat and pull it gently, "I have to follow you, work for you, I'll do anything, I have to get home somehow and I promise I'll be really good!!!" she exclaimed trying to get him to turn around and give her another chance. It looked kind of silly while on the other hand he was the only one that could see her.
James continued to drink some water and then walked back to the couch, lying down on it while sitting in front of the blowing fan. "Right...and what exactly do I need a gaurdian angel for? I'm perfectly fine with my life. I have a good job, great apartment, what more could I want from a guardian angel?" James was a little bit of a snob....just a smidge, he didn't like people getting in his way for whatever reason even if they were angelic.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:31 pm
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((O'course)) He turned, then saw the hole in her wing. He plucked her out of the air, cradling her a bit. "C'mon, let's get home," he murmured, not really wanting to have a girl work for him. He'd just take care of her for a bit until she left for wherever it was she was going.
Stella, a bit taken aback, looked at him. She smiled gently, "Confidential information," she supplied, before flitting around the room. "But, I'm going to be staying with you for a while, so get used to it."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:44 pm
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