"I think that's an affirmative. Which Michael are we talkin' about?"
Vigilante Angel RP (CLOSED)
"The angel. So… I think we can find the demon who cursed Isaiah…" Sam smiled slightly, bringing out hot cups of coffee. "The barista gave them to me for free: I think someone has a little celebrity crush,"
(I'M SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW, WHAT IS HAPPENING)
"Aw yiss." Mirage took a cup. "So what's the plan after we find out the one?"
(before the angel who gave sam and the others their powersdied, they gave sam a journal to call up people. Supposed to be used to hunt down demons or people to call for help. Usually phone numbers, but sometimes like 'needs one sheep head and a pinch of rosemary, with a fucking tank of holy water')
(*powers died, and bye guys)
(Bye!)
(bye)
(hey, i'm back)
(HuzZAH)
//hey
So what did Ceri and Jackson do
We’re they put in cells too or
(ceri is not, jackson is)
//Cool
So she just like
A guest
(wait what when did Jackson get put on a cell I though he was still there in the room with them cause he had that vision thing)
(Let us say that Isaiah is still asleep…………..)ZZzzzzz
(we timeskipped to the next morning)
(I know but still)
(Okay so Jackson is in one of the cells then?)
(Yep)
Jackson woke up on a rough cot. His body ached from sleeping on it, and there was a fleeting moment when he wondered exactly how he'd gotten into this situation. Oh right, he thought bitterly. Smokey and Lava Boy. He swung his legs over the cot and walked up to the one-way mirror.
"What the actual hell?" He asked, banging on the glass.
(hey… anyone on?)
(I'm listening to childhood show theme songs)
Sam leaned back against the wall, frowning at the bitterness. "We need Isaiah and Jackson for the plan,"
“Then… we get them. Logic,” Ceri suggested from her seat on the floor.
Jackson continued to bang on the glass. "Open the door!"
(Hello people is anyone alive on this day)
(I am)
//hey
(I have to finish a show in 8 hours and 19 minutes before it gets taken off Netflix do you understand my pain?)
//lmaooo what show