Joan's surprise swamped her face as she stepped into the room. "You want coco and ice cream? I'll ring it up. Or, do you need me to talk you back? I'm worried your parents might freak out."
Angel/Devil rp
Nathaniel shook his head. "It's fine. I can go back in the morning."
"Ok," Joan brushed it off. "Well, you want the sweets?" She brisled her wings, sat on the far bed, took off the back pack, before pulling up the phone and sending him a quizzeling look.
"Oh! Um, sure. Do you want some of these chocolate things?" He held up the strawberry filled chocolates. "There's no way I could eat them all."
(I've got to go, won't be back again today. See you tomorrow)
(Goodnight, I have to go too anyways ^^)
(I didn't mind reading 300 pages of words.) (Jk. This is amazing!)
Faray was tired of danged Hellhounds. Hearing them, he sighed and slipped through the shadows outside a truck, only to find himself face first with a pair of snarling jaws. Drawing his sword, he decapitated the beast in a fluid motion. Running alongside the vehicle, Faray dispatched the hounds, focused on the hunt as they were, it wasn't difficult. Knocking on the tinted window, he waits. Hopefully whoever is inside will know that Hellhounds don't knock.
(Assuming @shinsleepy is still in the truck)
Will was left alone to search for Patch. Without his wings, it would take hours to search the whole forest. "Patch." He called hopelessly. Will ran back to his house and opened the door. He saw two mortal girls sitting on his couch. He cleared his throat, "um. Whatcha girls doing in my house?" The girls stood up and both their faces showed fear. One of them spoke quietly to the other, "oh God. We're gonna die." Will heard her say that and stepped aside so that the door was unblocked. "Leave." He said.
"No thanks. If you want you can give some to the woman in the lobby to apologize." Joan called the front desk and ordered his coco. Joan then pulled a map out of her backpack, "Hey Nash, where's your house?" She asked it quietly. "So I can drop you off in the morning, of course," Joan tagged on strangely.
She scanned the room. The beds were both queen sized with a purple and blue crystal pattern. The walls were a reddish-orange color; occasional pictures of old landscapes dotted the scenery. A sky blue rug filled the floor, running under both beds. They was a deep oak stand against the far wall, alarm clock resting on top. Around the corner was a bathroom, with a peach theme. Diagonally to that was a walk in closet, fully equipped with many different business attire. They even had a wide view, Joan noticed, the window had stained glass rising and fading in different colors until it reached the middle, where the last of them died out. Behind the jade themed curtains- and detailed window- was the picture of a bustling city. Life sparking in every corner.
(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)
(I had to go too, i'll be back in an hour or so, sorry)
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.