When Angels Deserve To Die

[Donovan]

·Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable·

Ughhh...

A light began to wink from the darkness of his unconciousness and grew. It grew until it was all he ssaw... A migrane constantly reminded him it was there, and the image, which he remebered as his sight, refused to clear at the quicker pacce Don would have rathered. He felt almost soft, and unable to function himself to sit up. After what seemed like hours, he grabbed at the railing and hoisted himself up... Railing? He looked around taking in the surrounding his dark eyes sharpening to the urban grimy scenery.

"Shit."

He was on a fire escape... And it wasn't that near to the ground as he would have liked, or in the best of conditions. Careful not to disturb or shake the escape stairs, She shimmyed his way down, praying to god that it would hold. Just was he was 5 feet from the ground he got cocky and raised, the stairs breaking from their hingesand hitting the cement roughly. It knocked the wind out of him, and now his ass hurt was much as his fuckin head. He got up and scowled at the night skys cursing the angels that put this shit upon him.

·I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die.·


Donovan wasn't insane... Just able to cope with being alone for long periods of time... Which became handy when your dad was leaving and comin back when he chose and a mother that just had chose not to come at all.

A growl of persistance rose from his gutteral chambers as he struggled to rise and stumbled out of the alley way into the street. What he saw, sent a shiver up his spine...

The city he inhabited was in complete ruins. The building moaned with the trouble of standing, and the wind shreeked noisly through the gapes in the walls and structures. Cars lay discarded and trashed, and another lone soul stumbled through the streets. He thought of pursuit of the opposite, but his look of lack of mental stability told him not to otherwise...

He turned and started walking hoping to meet somebody that could explain the mess, and why he was unconcious in the first place... A hand brushed throught his ebonite locks and dark pools darted around. It was then that he noticed how bony he was, looking at his hands and knew he would have to fill up when he could find the chance.

·Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable·

[Alyn]

She seemed to have ignored the fact that hse hadn't eaten since she awoke, and she also seemed to have ignored the fact that she was quite dizzy and light headded. her deep blue eyes stared ahead of her as she rounded an old building, it was pretty well ruined, large chuncks of the building lay on the ground before her. Though the 5'3" tall girl probably only weighed around 80 lbs at the moments she was still beautiful. Her deep blue eyes though dead still drew all the attention of others. Her long blonde flowing hair, it still shined like the sun. Her skin was soft and pale but truth was, she was only a shadow of her former self. Her cheeks were sunken in a bit and she was all skin and bones.

Her usually tight leather outfit had been too loose on her so she had changed. She now wore a tight red dress. It was from so long ago but it was the only thing that fit. It had to have been from when she was 12, it showed her ribs and the fact that she had a very small waste at the moment. It came down to her knees in the front, and lower in the back. The dress was a halter top so she wore her black trench coat on top. On her feet she still wore her boots, a bit tackey but she didn't give a damn. She felt quite exposed but she had felt like that for a long time.

She walked around noticing the guy. She stopped suddenly realizing that there was nowhere to hide she stood there for a moment. She ran her fingers through her hair and let her coat slip off her shoulders, trashy? Yes. Was this her normal style? No. She hoped he would think her a common whore and pass her like nothing, furth was he scared her to death. If he pulled anything he would be dead, thats all she knew how to do. Kill or be killed.

[Donovan]

He turned to the diredtion of the noise of the footsteps, noticing the lithe woman about his age in the very revealing dress, careful not to startle her anymore then she looked, he turned to fully face her, stepping two steps closer to her, but ignored the fact that there was still 10 feet between them. He thought of ignoring her, and continuing on, on his life of solitude only perfected by the cities disturction. Being alone was what he was best at, but he found a greater need for respect and politeness.

"Er, hey... "

He noted her slight tension and guard she had built and left the distance between them lay, acting like it was natural... In fact, he found it strangely conforting.. He hated the closeness of humanity and in the icty it was worse.. He also knew that he would and could not live the life of a country bumpkin, so in the city life he stayed...

Dark eyes studdied her, or what was left of ehre. Starvation was eating away at her, and even the skimpy dress rode on her hips with unease and less "cling" eyes directed now politely at her face, he noted her sunken cheeks, and the moust astounding azure eyes he had seen. Almost wanting to pull his pools away rather then to be lost in the depths of her beautiful orbs, he kept them steady and his voice soft, in its own way multitasked, asking and conforting...

"Are there anymore?"

He was refering to man - kind. He motioned to the man who had fallen a few times... and had began to grown.. He did not yet notice Donovan or the girl, and to that Donovan was grateful... He didn't want to talk with more people if he could aviod it. Right now he even wished he hadn't of spoken to the girl in the first place. Neither of them looked as though they really wished to be there...

[Alyn]

She stared at him emotionlessly when he looked at her. Her deep blue orbs revealing nothing about her, for all they new she was dead. A hand lingered at her side as if prepared to do something. When he spoke she though about no responding ot it. Not saying anything. She almost didn't but for some reason she felt inclined to. He looked as if he was another seeking seclusion. She stood with good posture, it made her look taller though she was not, she was indeed short still. Slowly she spoke, her voice soft and distant, just loud enough for him to hear, no louder.

"um, hi."

As they stood in silence she looked over him once, she wans't impressed with his looks, but well was she expecting to be? She was only straght because she could tolerate girs a hell of a lot less than guys. She could not stand drama and estrogen, it drove her crazy, though she hals had a deep loathing for guys. They were all the same in her mind, vicious abusive creatures that destroyed the young girls; smearing their innocents across the pavement along with their blood. Never had she met a guy that deserved life or love and she was sure she never would. Truth was, at one time she had not been like this, but that was long ago, before the world slapped her in the face and told her to wake up. When the guy spoke again she sort of snapped out of her thoughts. SHe shook her head and spoke in the same voice.

"I hope not..."

Her vision went upin the man he gestured to. She wrinkled her nose a bit then looked back to the one who she had been speaking with. She wanst one for conversations, she never really talked unless spoken to. But that was not her fault that is what had been beaten into her. She was taught to be the submissive litte whore. She was taught that she was unimportant, that she was worthless and expendable; and she was fine with that, she just learned how to protect herself.

[Donovan]

He fumbled with a rock that he had just picked up in his hand, running his thumbs over the smooth surface absent mindedly whilst she spoke, her tones pretty, but as is, reaproachful. He wanted only to say good bye and leave, as it was not only him that needed the solitude... He dropped the rock, and ran his hand through his dark locks that repeatedly fell into his face... The silence rang out now, louder then there soft exchange of words and Donovan felt the urge to scream or to make noise of anysort... He stifled the pleads to break the silence, and enter a fit as he did at a younger age, when home alone, and could not bear the haunting silence.... But it shattered here, when he spoke again, mostly too relieve himself, of the mental thought thats eluded his mind when unconfortable...

".... Im Donovan..."

It was a lame introduction of himself, but when pressured, the stupidets things would errupt... Lips pursed in his slight nerves and reaction to being humiliated... This is why he shouldn't have talked to the prostiture in the first place./... Prositute was what he made of her.... And no he would not use her, and he doubted that he would ever find out if his assupmtions of her career where correct...