Truths [Saku && Bleeding]
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				Title: <strong>Truths [Saku &amp;&amp; Bleeding]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Found Bleeding</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 04:01:46</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Cover my eyes, cover my ears, tell me your words are a lie.</span><br><br>(http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b363/Setsuna373/roleplaying stuff/12074869.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b363/Setsuna373/roleplaying stuff/G3A0FCADS88NECATYSSFICAU6P0J7CATOPM.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b363/Setsuna373/roleplaying stuff/th8060480.png)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">I won't let you fly, I won't say goodbye.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>There was something wrong with him. Tempest had known he was different for quite some time, but no one he told really believed him or they simply thought he was crazy. Tempest was not crazy, he did have a rather morbid sense of humor though. But he was definitely not crazy. he knew the things he saw...those creatures, he knew they existed. He knew he was right, and he knew they could see him too. He knew they knew. He was the only one who could see them for who they were. They were strange, these creatures. Some glowed with a golden aura, despite having human vessels. He had done his research over the years. There were some people like him who could see them. The angels and demons that could normally hide so easily amongst humans. Normally the angels didn't ever say anything to him. But there was one...just last week who had.<br><br>An Angel by the name of Elemiah had visited him. He wasn't sure what she wanted, only to tell him the life path he was on wasn't one that would help him. He knew that, it was obvious he'd probably get killed eventually in his line or work, legal in Nevada or not. He had to live and pay for his bills, he didn't want any help from his parents. They were rich and he wanted to make it on his own. He didn't want mommy and daddy telling him how to live his life. He didn't want to be stuck in a dead end job, he didn't want to be dependent on his parents until they died and was left with their fortune. Today however was a Thursday, and he was off work until the evening.<br><br>Really that was when business picked up, and he preferred working at night. He tended to be nocturnal and slept during the day when he was off, waking to go to work. Today however he had woken up early due to his stomach and had decided to get dressed, shower and go out to grab a bite to eat. He drove to the nearest taco bell, which was his favorite fast food and ate inside. He ate alone, which wasn't at all usual. He then went home, and watched TV until it was time to go to work. He drove there, parking in the back of the building, entering through the back and waving to his manager. <br><br>He took the time to change into low cut leather pants, and a black tank top that showed off his feminine arms. A lot of guys liked girly men. He was naturally feminine, looking quite a bit like his mother. He had long eyelashes, long fingers and full lips. But really when men came here he could be anything he wanted. He could be sadistic, he could be shy and innocent. The people that came here and spent time with him spent good money on him. Usually people that came once came back again and again for him. <br><br>In all reality, he hated his job. He sat around, waiting for someone to buy sex with him. He only did it because he had to. He hated the feeling of nothingness that always washed over him, the feeling of being worth only a dollar amount. Currently he was sitting on top of the bar at the front by the entrance, watching as some people entered and exited after finishing their business. He sighed a bit and laid on his side rubbing his stomach boredily.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truths [Saku &amp;&amp; Bleeding]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:35:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">He could still remember hearing Dean's plea for help from Heaven. Castiel knew Dean wasn't really praying to him but rather to God himself and wondered if there was a chance of finding the elusive being before Lucifer carried out his plan. That was when he realized something strange, he had been able to <em>hear</em> Dean when the hunter prayed, which in turn meant some of his angelic powers were coming back to him. Yet, the angels above would never let him back upstairs without some sort of retribution for what he had done earlier. Castiel wouldn't be surprised if they deemed him unfit and ordered his death. He had stood up to Zachariah and defied him, not to mention gone against the archangel's orders, along with making trouble for Gabriel and Raphael as well. So what was going on?<br><br>Sam had once more been locked in Bobby's vault to go through detox from the demon blood he had consumed from before. Castiel didn't understand the look on Dean's face though, he hadn't really been able to pick up on why humans felt the way they did sometimes and now was one of those times. Dean looked as if he had given up on Sam. On everything. But why would he feel like that? They still had a chance as long as they believed in eachother and Castiel believed in Dean and he thought Sam did as well. If Dean was upset about his brother drinking the demon blood that was understandable but surely he knew Sam hadn't had a choice. One couldn't fight a spell as powerful as the one Famine had cast upon the town. Even Cas himself had fallen victim and he wasn't some amateur, he was a seasoned angel.<br><br>So, Dean shouldn't hold something like that against Sam, at least not for a long time. And if he were concerned that Sam would once more get addicted to the stuff he shouldn't be, since as long as Sam went through the detox process things should be fine. What was the problem? "Dean." Dean Winchester jumped, the Impala swerving slightly as he clenched the steering wheel with his hands as he tried to get the car under control again. "Damn it Cas, don't do that! Knock or something, will you?" He exclaimed, shaking his head and tilted his head to either side, his neck cracking as it released some built up tension. Letting out a breath of air, Dean looked over at the angel who was now sitting beside him in the passenger seat. "Well?" Castiel regarded him silently and then continued a few moments later.<br><br>Seemingly unperturbed by Dean's usual outburst at his instant unexpected appearance in the car with him. "We know War has made an appearance and Famine is now gone. That leaves Death and Pestilence who have yet to show themselves. My search for God has not led me to any concrete places but do not despair, I will find him." He said, trying to reassure his charge and not make Dean lose all hope of success. There was always hope as long as Dean believed in himself. Castiel settled himself in the seat and moved his own neck a bit. "Where is Sam? Is he still detoxing?" He asked and his eyes fell to the floor of the car upon seeing the look on Dean's face. "My apologies. He should be better in the next couple of days. Once he stops screaming it's only a matter of time before he'll fully recover."<br><br>Castiel said and Dean was silent for a moment, a spasm could be seen in his cheek for a split second and then it was gone as though it had never been there in the first place. "How long do you think it'll be before you get a lead on God?" He finally asked and Castiel let out a sigh. "It doesn't work like that, Dean. If something angelic is near I sense it and-" Dean frowned when Castiel's words were cut off and he turned to look at him. "And?" He narrowed his eyes at the suddenly empty seat next to him. "Great. He leaves me all by myself with more questions than answers. Damn Sai." Dean grumbled, using a reference to a character in the anime Naruto this time around as he applied it to Castiel. Lately he'd been watching anime for some reason, maybe because he wanted to do something different.<br><br>To see if he could invoke any sort of reaction from his apparently 'dead' soul. Famine. Could his words be true? No, he was just trying to mess with his mind. Right? The Impala roared down the dark road while Castiel appeared right outside the club Tempest worked at, his long unbuttoned tan trenchcoat covering his entire body as he stared up at the building that loomed in front of him. He had sensed an angelic presence around this area and wanted to check it out. If this was a lead to an angel who might know where God happened to be he would take any chance he got. Castiel pushed open the door and entered the club as he looked around the place, searching for that presence he had sensed earlier and focused upon it, blocking out all other things. It didn't take him long to find it at all.<br><br>It was apparently close by and his dark eyes alighted on Tempest, who was sitting on top of the bar, stretched out for anyone to see. Castiel figured it was as good a place as any to sit since the place was kind of crowded. He didn't get the sexual implication at all. The angel moved towards Tempest and stopped a few centimeters away from the young man, still not having gotten used to what Dean referred to as 'personal space' although he was getting better at it. From the distance he was at right now, Castiel's face was directly in Tempest's own but wasn't quite touching the other man. Rethinking at the last moment, he took a few steps back so he could easily see all of the young man's body. This was the personal space Dean had said was best, right? "What is your name?" Castiel asked as he regarded Tempest.<br><br>He made no move to touch him or to do anything that might be construed as movement, all he wanted was to talk to this man. Castiel wasn't aware this sort of club didn't specialize in simply talking. He couldn't see the difference between one club versus another.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truths [Saku &amp;&amp; Bleeding]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Found Bleeding</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 07:03:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The whore house wasn't too crowded tonight it seemed. In all honesty, as much as that should have bothered him it didn't. While Tempest did get paid a small amount for showing up and working, along with a very good health care program with a doctors office on site, he got paid a chunk of what he brought into the house. That being said he did have incentive to bring in customers and to keep them coming back. But when it came down to it he really didn't care. It was deep down, beyond all the cocky little grins he wore, or the embarrassed smiles. In fact under all the things he pretended to be he wished he could get out of this in some way. But he couldn't, not with the economy in shambles.<br><br>When Tempest seemed to finally look around the bar area, looking for a potential partner for the moment that he felt it. It was a presence, one he had become used to with Ariel's regular visits. But this aura was different...softer almost, but with a sharper beginning. Despite that it still contained the 'good', or even 'holy' feel to it. And when the stranger walked through the door, he found out he had been right. It was not Ariel who was visiting him again. This time it was a man, which surprised him. He wasn't sure why, but the only angel he had ever seen was Ariel and he was almost positive that was only because the angel took a special interest with him outside her 'job'. (Whatever angels did before the angel-y thing anyways...)<br><br>The man, or angel if an aura was anything to go on anymore, was certainly alluring. His hair was a black, and seemed to be precariously ruffled. He was tall, judging by the entryway. As the man moved closer, he could tell his eyes were a dark shade. When the light finally hit them, Tempest could tell that they were in fact blue. As the man came closer and closer with each passing second, Tempest began to worry. Why was he here instead of Ariel? Had Ariel grown tired of him and sent someone else to deal with him? And how would they deal with his disobedience? Was he even disobeying? Even as the fear grew in his stomach, his face remained impassive and calm. <br><br>He would deal with this like he dealt with anything else. With detachment and caution. He would make it through whatever hand he was being dealt, as he did his whole life. The man stood at the bar, extremely close to Tempest. Tempest looked at him with his dark brown eyes, and blinked. His fear seemed to spike at the angel being so close and he had to resist the urge to move away from him. He was used to people invading his personal space for their own selfish reasons but this was different. This was a superior being - at least in Tempest's mind. The angel could eradicate him without really trying. That was why he was afraid, even though Ariel had never seemed to want to harm him. <br><br>Women were entitled to change their minds after all.<br><br>When Castiel finally took a step back, the young man let out a soft breath that he didn't even know he had been holding. What was wrong with him? Why did he find it hard to look this angel in the eye? Why was he so intimidated when he wasn't by Ariel? The voice seemed to shock him out of his thoughts, and made him finally look up and meet the angel's gaze. That gaze was intent, and incredibly unnerving. It was so much so that Tempest automatically answered the question without really thinking about if he should respond at all. <strong>"Tempest."</strong> He gave a soft frown, looking away and at the wooden bar beneath his body. One of his hands trailed down, tracing shapes with a finger.<br><br><strong>"What do you want with me anyways? Did Ariel send you?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Truths [Saku &amp;&amp; Bleeding]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 17:10:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Perhaps humans were all the same. They liked their personal space whereas up in Heaven there was no such thing and no one cared. He still hadn't been able to judge the space correctly all the time, at least not at first. Why did it matter? Castiel gazed at Tempest as he set eyes upon the human in question and tilted his head to the side as he though he were reading something within the other. "One day you will." The angel told him, not explaining himself as he took a few steps back.<br><br>Hopefully he had calculated the distance right this time. He watched as Tempest relaxed a bit and was relieved. Yes, it seemed as though he had judged the distance right this time around. He regarded Tempest for a moment when the boy gave him his name. "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows." Castiel said and let his eyes flicker over and around Tempest as though he were looking for something or someone and upon not finding it returned his attention to Tempest himself.<br><br>"I am looking for the angel who watches over you. Is this Ariel the one I am seeking?" He asked, fixing his gaze on Tempest once more, it would be hard to lie to him when Castiel was staring directly into his eyes. Not that Tempest would do such a thing but in case he was thinking about it he would now know Castiel would not take being toyed with lightly. People brushed by him on their way to the bar and he took no notice of them. Nor did they interact with him, at least not yet.<br><br>Perhaps it was some sort of angel thing or maybe he had just gotten lucky. Most likely it was the latter. He didn't need to deal with people trying to include themselves in his life, or rather his host's life. Castiel had a job to do and time was running out. He needed to find Him before Lucifer made his next move.</span></span>
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