"My family's fine. Except Lloyd…" He looked for the source of the sound. "What was that?"
Angel/Devil rp
"PLuto??" Joan near shouted alarmed.
"Alrighty, we aren't sticking around because I don't even wanna guess what that was. Please fasten your seat belts and pray to whatever because I'm gunning it." The truck jolted, and they were suddenly speeding down the dirt road, headlights suddenly flickering. "Crap, crap, forgot to get gas," she muttered
Nathaniel held onto his seat belt for dear life, thrown back by the force of the truck speeding forward
"Alright! Thats it!" Joan grabbed Nash and pulled him out of the car. "We're flying away!" Joan picked him up, pulled him to her side, and flew.
"This seems dangero- Ah!" Nathaniel clung to Joan. If he fell, he was a goner. Even if his wings were fixed at this point, he didn't know how to fly. His heart raced as they gathered height and speed
The growling turned to full on barking. "You friggin hellhounds better get off my tail, or I-Oh my GOD that is IT! I'm coming back later to take the heads off all these-" she shouted as a hellhound tried to jump onto the pickup and slipped, scratching the paint. "Ow, ow, ok, less murder more focus." She held her head with one hand as she drove
Joan sat them on a high branch. "You ok?" Joan saw Nash's terrified face, reaching for his shoulder, "Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah… Yeah I'm okay. Just give me a sec for my heart to slow down." He sat down on the branch, running his fingers through his hair anxiously
"I'm gonna fly us to the next town, hold on to my side." Joan stood up, ready to fly.
"Wait wait wait don't do that! It won't work in the truck, don't!"
Nathaniel gulped and prepared himself to be yanked into the sky
(I'm confused, were not in the car anymore. I thought only Pluto is?)
(Wait I thought we were still driving? I mean whichever is fine)
Joan grabbed a hold of Nash, and flew. Her grey, scaled, horned wings flew beautifully, pulling them higher and higher. Faster and faster. Soaring over the dark forest, landing clumsy onto the roof of the hotel. "Ready to go in? Or do you want me to fly you to your home?" (I'm already flying so…)
(I gtg, see ya)
"I-it doesn't matter to me. You still need me to go shopping though, right?" He tried to keep his responses fairly short, hoping that he wouldn't get sick
(Bye)
(Ok, bye, will you be back later?) "Uh, I can't go shopping at night. I have to be checked into the hotel so my dad isn't freaking out." 19, and still being patrolled by her parent. "Come on, I'll get you ice cream." Joan started walking toward the roof exit.
"Okay." They landed and Nathaniel swayed a bit on his feet before steadying himself. "Ugh… I'm going to have to get used to that, huh?"
"Nah, you'll be able to fly on your own, at your own pace soon enough." Joan didn't think Nash would have too hard of a time learning.
He nodded and followed Joan, taking in the surroundings. This place was definitely different from the other. For one thing, there were considerably less people, which Nathaniel didn't mind too much. No one to point out his wings or ask if he was a prisoner
Joan remembered Nash had never been here before, begin to give him insight. "The hotel was made just after WW2 ended, humans begin to realize that people like us exist. Almost every town has a hotel similar to this, its a automatic place to go for most. I've got enough on me to give us two different rooms and a dinner, with a treat." Joan thought it over, "We could get a room with two different beds so you aren't all by yourself, if you want."
"That's fine." He said calmly. He didn't want to admit that he would be terrified to be alone, but she probably already knew that from the… experience… in the woods. When Will and her abandoned him. That's the one.
"Ok, well…" Joan turned around to face Nash. "You have to tell me if your afraid, or upset, or indecive. I won't be able to guess. Ok?" Joan searched his face for negative emotions.
"Yes, ma'am." It took him a couple seconds to realize his mistake. "Sorry! Joan! I keep forgetting."
"Don't worry, if you want to call me Ma'am go ahead." Joan was curious as to who stomped that habit into him. The elevator opens on the lobby, and Joan walks to the front desk. "I want a room with two different beds, I want servers to bring our orders directly to our room." She became assertive in her tone. "Here's the necessary payment," Joan hands the money to the counter, "Put it under Joan Morgenstern." Fear filled the womans face. "Now." Joan snapped.
Nathaniel stood next to Joan, looking apologetically at the woman behind the desk, hoping to silently apologize for Joan's rudeness. He hoped that the woman didn't just think he looked scared. That might cause some problems…
Joan softened her voice before saying, "Come on Nash, lets go." After snatching the key to room 522, third floor. It wasn't until she was on the third floor that she said, "I'm sorry for my tone in the lobby. I just need to keep my reputation up front, or I lose respect. Sorry," Joan apologises, ready for a brash reaction.
"I understand." His brother had said a similar thing before going into battle. Nathaniel had always begged him to stay, fearing for his safety, but Lloyd went anyways. It had cost him dearly.