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The Magdalena


Angel Food Cake

Posts: 23
Date: Nov 23, 2008
Time's a coming .....
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There comes a time when you can clean only so much.  Lately the shop hadn’t been busy.  Rome had been quiet, quieter than normal.  So quiet, that Thomas had actually taken a vacation, leaving Angel alone for a couple of weeks.  Miracles never ceased.  Not like she didn’t have anything to do.  For the first three days or so.  After that, things got redundant.    Now, Thomas was back, keeping the girl company, patrons of the shop, usually tourists, away from the girl, since she happened to be a local celebrity.  Come on, how many people actually lived through ALL five incidences of stigmata?

 

Most who came in called her an angel, unaware of her name.  Angel DeVille.  Ironic, right?  She even looked the part.  Long wavy tresses of honey blonde locks, a cherubic face that held expressive brown eyes, highlighted with whiskey flecks, long lashes that most women would die for.  Her skin was flawless, caramel in color, lips plump and full, as if God were waiting for a kiss. 

 

Yes, that was Angel, and she came with complete with sass.  Who wouldn’t with the trials and tribulations she had gone through? 

 

And right now, she was leaning precariously against the old wooden counter, polishing her dagger and humming softly to herself, her body swaying to some unknown beat that was in her head, hair tossed over to one side, revealing the brand that she wore so proudly, of Anglican script.  Hearing a stirring to her right, she glanced up and grinned at Thomas as he shook his head at her.

 

“What?”

“Nothing, Angel. “

 

A roll of her eyes, though in playful gesture, she pushed off of the counter, all the while mouthing “Nothing, Angel”, sliding her dagger into the book sheath she kept for it.  Turning towards Thomas, she watched him move towards a section of books.  Resting her hip against the counter, folding arms over her chest, eyes danced with harmless mirth.

 

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

 

His silence was all she needed as an answer.  She had had cramps all day.  That usually meant that something bad was near, or about to go down.  She just wasn’t so sure as to how bad it was, or who it was, until they got near enough.   Persing her lips, head canted to the side as she watched him pull out a book and blow across the spine of the leather bound book, watching her with hooded eyes.  Groaning, she knew what was coming.  A lecture of some sort.

 

But that was when the bell over the door dinged and someone walked in….



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Hannibals Thirst


Trinitys Curse

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Date: Nov 28, 2008
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"Look all I'm saying is that I think one of us could use a nap."


Hannibal nodded cutting a glance of those sharp black eyes across at Trinity where she sat in the drivers seat of the black Bronco. The vehicle was all terrain, but the way she was driving was gonna make his balls crawl up inside him. Going over a small hill he popped up in his seat, head slamming into the hood. A hand lifted to rub at the top of his head, mussing the rest brown hair that looked a few weeks past due for a cut.


"Jesus, maybe a blankey and a teddy bear too."


Reaching for the seat belt which usually went unstrapped he pulled the harness around him as she cut a hard right and headed off the terrain and towards a road. A good thing because he was pretty sure that being permanently brain damaged would be bad for business. Of all the things he loved about Trinity her driving was not on the list. But everyone had to have their faults. He personally had a whole laundry list of them. Leaning forward as much as the harness would allow he turned up the volume on the stereo and started to relax more as the paved road made the drive less of a pain in the........she slammed on the breaks and took a hard left sending him bucking forward in the seat.


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Ding Dong.


Above the door the bell chimed as he followed Trinity into the Brothers Oddity. The two of them moved so sinmilarly. A hunting stalk with a bit of a swager to it. Even when they weren't hunting they prowled. His gaze shifted to their left and right before they entered the store, knowing that Trinity would be checking the path ahead just as he was securing their rear. And wouldn't he just love to secure her rear. Black eyes flicked to her backside, and in his defense it was only a moment. A split second before they were inside.


Turning his walk into something like a skip he moved towards the counter where Angel was standing.  Lips set in a cocky smile as he used a hand to hoist himself onto the counter so he could lean back and plant a kiss on Angels cheek, his beard a sharp roughness between them for a moment. Brows waggled as he gave the Nephilim a wink, then stopped before the good Father got onto him. There was just no good way for a priest to get on you.


"You miss me?"


As he sat on the counter his legs dangled, boot heels tapping a subtle rythmn on the glass of the case.  Like a child with ADD he idly reached for a ceremonial dagger that was resting on the counter near him. Lifting the silver piece off the display stand he tossed it into the air watching it flip end over end, catching it, only to flip it upwards again. Sitting still just wasn't his thing. The door bell jingled just as he started to speak, but he couldn't stop himself.


"So I got an idea. How bout we go kill something?"


The woman who had come in stood in the doorway holding the handle with her mouth wide open and her eyes wide as saucers. Flipping the knife again he gave a short chuckle, then nodded at the woman.


"It's alright ma'am. We're exterminators. Roaches. Their taking over the world."


It was said so seriously that it was hard not to believe him, but Father moved towards her anyway and started trying to help her find the Venus Love Scented Candle or Prayers for Lovers Book that she was no doubt trying to find. All the mystical help in the world couldn't straighten out some people. Some people just needed a good kick in the teeth.  


 



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Hannibal's Hope

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Date: Nov 29, 2008
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Auburn-brunette locks bounced against her shoulders as she spared her best friend half a glance. Bright white opals flashed, a hint of self-satisfied amusement laced within them (and in the small curve of her lips). "Sure, sure, buddy. And maybe after naptime, I could read you a story." Her tone was throaty and rich, the sarcasm present in those quiet undertones as she cut into that hard right, not even bothering to look completely at the road, at least for a minute. If there was one thing Trinity adored, it was driving fast and driving hard. Something Hannibal frequently lamented over, but hey. It wasn't her fault she'd won the coin toss to determine who got the wheel that day.

A pair of iPod earbuds were slung around her shoulders up until he turned up the music on the stereo. Making a face, she held the steering wheel with one hand and snuck the earbuds back into her ear. After a moment, she switched hands long enough to press 'play' on the little mp3 player and was immediately filled with hardcore rock music. Of course, all that distraction caused her almost to miss where she was supposed to turn .. and that was when and where she slammed on the brakes and caused her best friend to slam forward. Lucky, lucky. He was wearing the harness, for once.

In any case, she at least had the decency to grimace, mouthing 'whoops' over at him, before finishing the drive to their destination.

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"Well, it could have been worse," liquid whites flicked over to him as she slipped out of the vehicle, adjusting her holsters and leather jacket. "I mean, you could've swallowed your balls or something." Flashing him a winsome smile, she headed into the store their friend Angel owned, Brother's Oddity. As she moved inward, steps flowed with an almost sinuous grace, something similar to a prowling jungle cat. The grace of her movements was inherent. The keen observation and alertness was the product of a lifetime of training. And just as she knew her best friend was bringing up the rear, she checked out the front and perimeter. Innate wariness eased once she was sure everything was clear and secure.

Letting Hannibal skip to the counter, lips quirked as she watched his movements. Her own remained purposeful, but at least they were more relaxed. She reached Angel after he did, but instead of hoisting herself up onto the counter, she did him one better and flew over the top, unencumbered even by the weapons she always had at her side (albeit concealed). Leaning in, as he leaned back, she slung one arm around Angel's shoulders and winked. "Tell him the truth, Angel food cake." Where the nickname had started, she couldn't recall, but who cared. "You know you missed me more." And with that, she playfully tugged on the Nephilim's hair and then hoisted herself up onto the counter, on Angel's other side, and looked back and forth between the both of them.

At her best friend's inspired suggestion, she caught the look the woman had on her face and reached over, lightly smacking him. "Way to go, bud."


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