Point of No Return (Drow Denizen & Mona)
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				Title: <strong>Point of No Return (Drow Denizen &amp; Mona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mona</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:07:24</strong>
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				Indi rotated her sore shoulders. Yesterday's flight from heaven hadn't been an easy one, since Zeus had decided to shoot a few bolts down to unsuspecting humans. They were evil-doers of course, receiving the proper punishment. To stretch a little, Indi unfurled her white, downy wings. In a full stretch, her wingspan was probably a good fourteen feet, and that was still a bit on the small side for an angel. But, then again, her body was rather petite. At five feet and six inches, she was slim with moderate... assets. She'd been teased in heaven by other angels, who told her that her flight path might always be going downwards, since her breasts would weigh down her torso, creating an angle with her body. She'd always scowl and walk away, setting her back straight. But really, she was teased because they thought she was beautiful. She was smart, but not exceptionally talented with any magic. She had healing, but they wouldn't exactly call her to heal the great goddess Venus. <br><br>As she looked at the large brick building, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, her green eyes became unfocused as she remembered when she was given her task. <br>"Indi, the human you have been assigned to is gravely ill. He's been given a second chance. That's where you come in," Great Angel Eriem said, as she held Indi's hand, leading her to the gates of Heaven. "You are to fly down to Earth, and save him. Heal him, and teach him the ways of the good." Without another word, Great Angel Eriem left her standing at the gates, the Guardians already in motion, opening the heavy gold doors. She had waited a bit, looking back at heaven, her home. And then she dived to meet him. <br>A breeze ruffled her feathers, and she remembered that humans would find it odd to see a creature with wings so large. She transformed into her human form, and the only thing that really changed about her appearance was her hair color. It had been a bright purple, and now it was as black as a raven's. Her eyes were still a deep green, and her skin was still pale, creamy in complexion. Her lips were a light pink. <br><br>Walking up to the front steps of the hospital, Indi made sure to straighten up. Her white, lace dress was a bit rumpled, but she couldn't really do anything about that. It was a thin material, and hugged her curves, and if she'd known that it was inappropriate to go marching around without a bra in the human world, she would have put one one. But that was not the case, and her ample, perky breasts were quite outlined in the dress. Thankfully in heaven they wore underwear as well, but her's was just a fragile scrap of lace. It was what she was given to wear in heaven, so she wore it. On her feet, she wore a pair of white flats made of a soft material, and it was the same material that had been used to tie up her long, wavy hair. <br><br>She walked past the unmanned front desk, up the stairs, and entered the third floor. It was air-conditioned, but rather deserted. It smelled of antiseptic, but there was an underlying trace of death. She followed to where she knew he would be, feeling the line connecting them, since she had been assigned to him. It was a bond that no human knew of, only from angels to humans. She stopped right outside his door, quiet, and curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Point of No Return (Drow Denizen &amp; Mona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drow Denizen</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:14:21</strong>
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				James slipped back to consciousness, his vision of the pristinely white room swimming. It took him a moment to remember where he was, why he was there. A fit of coughing wracks his body as a painful reminder of just why he is in the hospital bed.<br>A godforsaken hospital, how the hell had it come to this? He was young, fit, strong and never sick. But in the span of a single week everything he had worked so hard for in his life had slipped through his fingers. He felt as if he had aged forty years in the week that had passed, when in reality he was not even thirty yet. He felt miserable, he had not even the energy to leave&nbsp; the bed.<br><br>He was angry, frustrated. When first he had fallen ill he had spent a small fortune on doctors and tests of every sort; yet none of the incompetent bastards had been able to figure out what was wrong with him. They'd still taken his money, and in the end they had installed him in this fancy private hospital, just waiting for him to croak it. <br>They'd love that, wouldn't they, the moment his death was confirmed his pitiful associates would leap at the opportunity to take over the business empire <em>he</em> had built for himself. The burning anger brought about another fit of coughing, sending searing pain through his chest and abdomen as he bent over slightly in the bed, his muscles barely having the strength to push against the covers. After a deep heaving breath he looked about the room, his vision clearing slightly. The place felt deserted - it was to a degree, a private hospital located in the mountains over looking a calm lake. It might have been nice, if he had had the strength to walk about the hospital grounds and enjoy it all, but he didn't. The only people who came to see him was his attorney and the nurses assigned to his room. But hells, even those women didn't make life here worth fighting for, they were plain as wall-plaster.<br><br>He turns his head and looks over at the small night stand, they'd left him a small bowl of some unmentionable gruel, it tasted as bad as it looked, but it was the only thing he could eat now. He steals a quick glance at himself in the mirror, his normally strong face looks worn and thin. His brown hair is shaved short - it needed to be for all the tests - his gray eyes are dull. Looking back to the bowl he decides he isn't hungry enough to put himself through eating that stuff right now, he instead leans back and tries to drift off into sleep, closing his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Point of No Return (Drow Denizen &amp; Mona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mona</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 03:07:21</strong>
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				Indi could hear his coughs. They sounded horrible, as if his smooth esophagus had been replaced with sandpaper. He sounded like an old man, a smoker. When she wrapped her cool fingers around the stainless steel handle of the hospital room and walked in, he was lying in bed. His skin color was ashen, and his cheeks were slightly sunken in. She could see death looming over him, literally, and she wrinkled her nose at the opaque shadow. Death snarled at her, but it was like watching a silent movie; there was no sound. Death knew what Indi was. Death knew that its victim would no longer be taken to the underworld, and slowly disappeared, leaving the sick man. He had a bowl of whatever it was at his bed side table, but it looked uneaten. How did he plan on regaining his strength unless he ate something? Her disapproval was shaken off though, when she smelled the stuff from across the room. No sugar? How did they expect him to eat that stuff with no sugar?! She shook her head, then focused back on him.<br><br>She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to feel what was ailing him. It was like someone had put vines around this man and strangled his life points. Stepping a bit closer to the man, with her eyes still closed, she rested her hands on the arm closest to her, and tried to assess what she could do to help. She didn't realize that touching him without asking or having a personal relationship first might be offensive. Heaven was a touchy place. Furthermore, she was trying to help! She didn't think about how he could misunderstand her intentions and see her as a perspective murderer from one of his jealous associates. From her assessment, it looked as if someone had put a voodoo curse on him. She winced at this new piece of information, because she knew that voodoo was a weak spot in her academia. Seraphs help her, this was going to be hard. Voodoo was play with the devil, but somehow humans learned of how to use that kind of magic. As his heart pulsed, the "vines" seemed to feed off of the energy, growing increasingly stronger while he grew weaker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Point of No Return (Drow Denizen &amp; Mona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drow Denizen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 03:51:19</strong>
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				He felt it distantly, his mind barely registering the sensation. The pain in his chest was so much stronger than the feeling of her touch on his arm. His skin felt doll and thick, as if she was not touching him, but touching him through a thick jacket or similar. <br>He put it out of his mind and tried to drift back to sleep. But that soon proved futile as another shuddering cough wracked his body. his eyes were watering, vision swimming as he opened his eyes again, trying to focus on the person standing over him. He could barely discern that it was a person standing there. To his eyes her flawless pale skin and white dress seemed to just melt into the background of the white hospital room.<br>He fought to focus his vision but the effort just caused his head to hurt and his energy to drain away. Sighing inwardly he closed his eyes again and tried to drift back into slumber. The distant sensation of her touching his arm registered only briefly as he drifted back to half-unconsciousness. <br><br>A distant portion of his mind wondered if anyone had been there at all or if his mind was beginning to fail him
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