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About Aingeal Clarke

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CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Female
  • PLAY-BY
    Emilia Clarke
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Empowered Human
  • JOB
    Waitress
  • 'SHIP:
    Single
  • LOCATION
    New York, NY
  • FACTION
    Factionless
  • APPEARANCE
    Aingeal is 5'7 and is about 125lbs. She has brunette hair that goes down to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a light brown that darken a little near the iris. She is of average build, but her muscles are slightly toned.
  • PERSONALITY
    Aingeal is an introvert. Mostly she tries to keep to herself, not really speaking out rudely or what not. Of course being a waitress has helped her not to be too much of an introvert. She also is capable of really bad times of aggression when provoked. At times she can be somewhat of an extrovert, but that's only when she's had a few drinks in her. That however, rarely happens. If someone does tend to irritate her or annoy her in some way she tends to be a smartass towards them.
  • PERSONAL BELONGINGS
    The most important thing that Aingeal carries on her is a sterling silver cross necklace. It was given to her from her parents when she was just a child. The other thing of importance that she carries with her is her Macbook Pro.

STAFF APPROVED ABILITIES/SKILLS/HISTORY

  • APPROVED ABILITIES
    Aingeal has the ability to see/hear/and talk to the dead. As in other words she is a legit medium. She can usually tell when she is speaking or seeing a deceased person because of a faint aura they have surrounding them. Also on rare occasions she has been known to expand her ability to a person. Allowing them to basically be a medium for a short time, doing this however tends to drain her of energy and normally she would need to rest afterward. She also can't sustain it for too long.

    The one bad thing about being a medium is that sometimes you tend to see people when they died and that would lead to some pretty horrific nightmares.

    Other times it seemed that some spirits could manifest themselves however they wanted to her. It's as if they could transform themselves to look however they wanted.
  • APPROVED SKILLS
    Aingeal knows the basics of fist fighting. Her father had also taught her how to shoot, which she's very good at because he had been in the military as a sniper. Another interesting aspect of her is that she has the uncanny ability to extract information from people.
  • APPROVED HISTORY
    Aingeal was born in a small town in Washington state. There wasn't much to do for entertainment so most of the time she would hang out with her brother. Spending so much time with her brother made the bond between them that much stronger.

    They both even went to the same school for a few years, Heights High School. That is until her brother had gotten into some trouble and her parents had sent him away to go to a boarding school. Aingeal was quite furious with her parents about what they had done, but more so she was angry with herself for not helping her brother.

    A few years later the Nevus event had happened. Aingeal really didn't know what to make of it and wasn't too worried about what it would mean for her. She was only concerned about her family. About a month later her and her parents were on their way to the park. They had gotten there and Aingeal got out of the car. She had seen a spirit and it had told her that her parents would die in a very short time. Ten minutes later she had gotten separated from her family and then she heard the gunshots, confirming the spirits prophecy of her parents death.

    She hadn't even been able to give her parents a proper burial because the bodies hadn't been recovered. It had always bugged her why her parents bodies had went missing and there were always theories running around in her head. A month later she had contacted her brother and told him what happened. He had told her that he would make his way to see her in a week or two, but she had never heard from him.

    That is when Aingeal started on her journey of finding her brother which had turned out to be just as hard as trying to find a needle in a haystack. She had spent a little over two years trying to pin point his location, but had no luck. This is when she decided to head to New York to take a break from searching at least for a little while.

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  • Typist's Interests
    Photography. Photoshop. Random crafts.
  • Typist's Role Play History
    I use to RP way back when in the Yahoo chat rooms. Then made a few friends along the way that I would rp with. Then had been in a fallen angel rp with some of my best friends. After that I took a break, mainly to take care of my first baby. He's going to be turning one on May 4th.
  • Role Play Sample
    Caught between a rock and a hard place the knife in her hand slightly glimmered from the streetlights glowing in the night. She stepped forward toward her attacker, thrusting her right hand forward as well. The blade sunk into the mans gut quickly then slipped out as she jumped away, seeing the blood drip off the blade onto the street. She looked up slowly and hesitated a minute before taking off down the street.

    The second she saw an alley she darted into it as quickly as her feet would carry her. To her dismay the alley had turned out to be a dead end and she knew that her attacker would be waiting at the opposite end of the alley. She turned around slowly, the blade still held in her hand.

    Sure enough the man was standing there at the end of the alley, blocking her. The wound she had given him had seemed to heal. At least that's what she figured since she could see the tear in his shirt, but no more blood and no more wound. She took a step back, pressing her back against the wall that blocked her exit. This is going to be a long night, she thought silently.
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  1. Old spectres and new phantoms

    A small shrug from her shoulders came after listening to his words. There was no doubt that she had constantly considered that there might be an alternative to getting her abilities under more control than just alcohol, but to be honest nothing seemed to ever work as well. "I'm not going to lie to you. There have been a few other things that I've tried in order to not have to drink so much, but nothing has ever come as close than drinking," she paused for a second. "Trust me. If there was another way I would take it in a heartbeat, but I suppose I'm just going to have to deal with it. That's why I have a therapist for when I come into contact with a super nasty spirit. I do appreciate you somewhat trying to help me out though. It's just something I'm gonna have to live with for now." Aingeal had noticed that Gavin's tone of voice changed drastically. He seemed much more friendly and comforting when he wasn't being paranoid, but she supposed everyone had their moments of paranoia nowadays. Was just something that came with living in the world now. Sometimes it wasn't always too smart to trust strangers. Which was why she was still slightly on edge. If there was one thing that she learned through everything was that it wasn't always smart to completely trust someone you just met. Her eyebrows raised up as he began to try and guess just why she was out in the middle of nowhere to practice shooting. Each time he made a wrong guess she would shake her head no and then scrunch up her nose. After he was finished with his horrible guessing she decided to explain herself. "If ya must know, I just feel it's particularly important to train myself in anyway possible of protecting myself. Obviously my gifts don't offer much protection. So. I need to go outside of my comfort zone and find ways to do it for myself. Shooting is just one of the ways that I feel most comfortable doing." She said her words quickly and with a smile on her lips as she stared at him. At the mention of the booze he was talking about her eyes moved to the area that the dirt had moved. Really isn't fair that people have better abilities than me, she thought, and that just makes me outright jealous. She looks over at him and then walks over to the booze crouches down to pick up a few of the bottles. "Thanks. I really do appreciate it...." She put the bottle back down for a second and stood up as he continued to speak for a second more. "I.... You're going to give me a better gun? Or just for practice..." She was slightly confused. Even if just letting her use a gun for practice would be weird. She oddly felt a sort of connection to her own gun, but that was because it had been the only one she'd owned for so long. She crouched back down to pick up one of the bottles and unscrewed the lid, taking a sip of the alcohol that was in the bottle. Typically she never really liked to just drink straight from the bottle. More often than not she liked to mix her drinks with something, but this would do. It didn't taste too bad. The only type of alcohol she could not stand was beer. The taste of cornflakes without actually eating the cereal made her want to vomit. She had stood back up and looked over at Gavin. It seemed like he was talking to himself, but she noticed that Gibson was standing close to him. Almost as if they were having a private conversation between themselves. As Gavin walked back toward her she noticed that Gibson was too. NPC : He shook his head and laughed quietly. "You tell him that I wasn't running or following after ya on purpose. Tell that fucker that if I were still alive he best bet his ass I'd try to date you. And that he'd be a fool to not be the least bit interested." He paused for a second. "I'm sure ya won't say that, but tell him that I'm sorry shit went down the way it did. That I wish I could be there for him." Gibson looked over to the right off into the distance and then back at Aingeal. "I think I will take off though. It was nice meeting you and I wish you all the best." Her eyes moved to Gavin and for a slight second she thought she was going to break down in tears, but she held herself together. This was always the part she hated. The part when the spirit was basically giving her a goodbye message to a loved one. "Gavin.... He says he's sorry about everything and how it all happened. He really does wish he could be there for you," she paused for a second. "I think he's leaving. As in crossing over.... Maybe it was only you that he needed to talk to...." NPC : Gibson started to walk off then stopped and turned slightly, looking at Gavin and at Aingeal. "Tell him he'll be alright. He's stronger than he knows. And will ya watch out for him for me. I know it's a lot to ask, but.... I think he needs it." He didn't wait for an answer because he almost already knew what she'd say. Instead he turned his back toward then and began to walk off. Then just slowly disappeared into nothing. After Gibson had walked off and went to wherever it was that she supposed he moved on to she turned her head back toward Gavin, blinking away tears and clearing her throat. "Sorry...I...." She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "He told me to tell you that you're going to be alright and that you are stronger than you know," she repeated back the words to Gavin and sighed softly, keeping the rest of the conversation to herself.
  2. Old spectres and new phantoms

    The whole time she talked she had kept her eyes on him. After seeing him start to walk about normally and it seemed not even caring that she was even there was something of a blessing. It meant she wasn't going to die tonight. Well, at least not at this very moment. The night was still young and she wasn't too sure that he could stand his ground against whatever might or could come there way being out so far from the city. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she watched him still. Then her eyebrows raised as she saw him just utterly down half a bottle of Fireball. Huh, weird that that was his first drink, she thought, considering it's literally my favorite hard liquor. She instinctively licked her lips, but then bit her bottom lip, hoping to hell he just didn't witness that slight moment of weakness. ”I’m not nearly drunk enough to deal with this shit right now so I am trying to rectify the situation.” Aingeal wasn't too much of a drinker, or at least she didn't want to be, but it seemed to be the best and only way that she had found to keep the spirits at bay. She didn't necessarily go walking around like a drunk twenty-four seven, but for the most part she wasn't completely sober most of the time. She held up both of her hands and shook her head. "Hey, no problem here. I tend to usually drink a fair amount myself. If I don't then I tend to see spirits all of the time and that isn't something that I really enjoy in the middle of the night," she replied to him and then realized that it might have been a little bit too much information, but it was the truth. There had been one night that she had been woken up at about three or four in the morning to the sound of someone trying to open her dresser drawer. Come to find out that the spirit had once been a peeping tom and had been wanting to go through her underwear drawer. It had been enough to make her skin crawl. Plus add on the fact that he didn't look all that appealing with a slit throat. Though I guess that's what she gets for accidentally making eye contact with the guy in the middle of the day and then ignoring him. She had probably downed 2 bottles of Fireball that night and she was completely ashamed to admit it. ”So, does the spirit know what stupid task they need to complete..." A small laugh came from her lips at his words and she smiled as she spoke. "I'm not too sure they do. I think it's a more of a they have to figure it out type of thing and for the most part they don't typically interact with me unless I accidentally make eye contact with them. Then they know I can see and talk to them. At which point they tend not to leave me alone. I didn't see your friend until just now. He hasn't been following me all day. Thankfully...." she said her words somewhat slowly. She knew it was a lot to take in and that sometimes it was hard to completely understand. "...then get shitfaced like I was planning to do in the first place – without the haunting.” She had gone quiet and nodded her head after he spoke. She understood where he was coming from. Normally she didn't do this kind of thing. There was no helping of spirits talk to their friends or family. It was more of a 'if I drink then I don't have to see them and help them' kind of thing. In a way that made her realize just how majorly selfish she was, but seeing dead people tended to make her stomach upset. "Trust me. I get it. All I wanted to do was find a place to practice my shooting. I wasn't planning on talking to any dead folk either," she replied to him softly. After her words were spoken she noticed the shadows doing something weird. Something that naturally they weren't supposed to do and she figured it had something to do with Gavin. She looked over at Gibson and watched as the shadows went right through him. Ah, she thought, he's trying to see if he can do anything to Gibson. Her eyes moved back over to Gavin and she tilted her head slightly to the right. "I'm sorry to say that if that was your attempt at trying to do something physical to him..... it didn't work," she spoke her words with a hint of sadness to them. She almost wished it had worked. ”Alright Casper, I guess I’ll overlook the trespassing just this once.” Another laugh came from her lips at the word 'casper'. She had never really had a nickname before and even though that name reminded her of a boy name she kind of thought it would suit her in a way. Huh, she thought, go figure some random person in the middle of nowhere picks out a badass nickname for me. "Hey. It isn't like you keep this place posted with signs saying that it's your area. I just assumed it was okay for me to practice at. Next time I'll make sure to do some recon," she said the last few words teasingly. "On another note. I don't suppose that you would happen to have any other alcohol on your would ya," she asked hopefully. "Though if I get enough alcohol in me I won't be able to see your friend anymore."
  3. Old spectres and new phantoms

    It wasn't that hard to tell that this guy had been through some stuff. She had an inkling that maybe he had been apart of an army before all the shit hit the fan and that in and of itself was probably hard on him. Not to mention now everyone seems to go through something that they don't want to. Weather it be obtaining powers that they wish they didn't or even losing a loved one or loved ones. People die everyday and that was one of the main reasons she hated her gift. They just seemed to seek her out right after they pass. Like maybe she'd be able to do something to avenge their deaths. Um, hello, she thought, I kinda don't have anything like super strength, healing, or the ability to cloak myself. She sighed softly at herself and still kept her eyes on the man in front of her. It wasn't that she felt unsafe, but more that she was beyond paranoid nowadays. It wasn't like it was hard to miss, but seeing the shadows around them visibly pulsate was almost enough for her to take off running for the hills. However, she had learned a long time ago that with people you need to stand your ground. Let them see that you are strong and not afraid. Typically that helped in tense situations and right now was definitely one of those. She wondered slightly if he would flip out if he could see his friend again. She'd only done it once before and it hadn't really gone that great. All she would have to do is touch Gavin for a few minutes and concentrate, but right now she more than knew better than to move at all toward. Hell. She knew that she shouldn't move at all. I probably look like a god damn deer caught in headlights, she thought. Then wondered if she was easy to read in the fact that she was pretty scared right about now. As she saw him raise his weapon up at her she instantly knew that probably just coming right out and speaking so open was probably not a great idea. She took a small step back, fighting the need and the urge to turn heel and run the fuck as far away from him as she could. She was willing to be though that he was an excellent shot and that running would probably not do her any good. So she closed her eyes for a second and seemed to hold her breath for a few seconds. So this is how it's going to end, she thought, randomly in the middle of nowhere. She opened her eyes slowly when she didn't hear the sound of a gun shot and looked at him, still standing still. His words were almost like a sigh of relief, making her realize that he wasn't going to kill her. Good, she thought, I do not want to be like one of the dead walking around because I sure as shit would haunt the fuck out of him. "Yes, I do. All the fucking time," she said softly. Seeing him lower the sidearm made her relax even more, but not too much. She was still a little tense and even though she had the spirit of his buddy there she really still didn't trust the man. It was hard to trust anyone these days even if they were vouched for. People can change in an instant. She's seen it happen before and she was sure she'd probably eventually see it again. She tilted her head at his words and shrugged slightly. "To be honest I'm not really sure. I think once the dead get done doing whatever it is that they need or want to do that they cross over to wherever they are meant to go. I haven't ever talked to a spirit who has crossed over and then came back. I'm not even really too sure they can do that," she spoke back to him as her eyes moved to Gavin's buddy once more. NPC : He shrugged as well while looking back at her. "Hey. Don't look at me. I don't fucking know the answer to that." She raised an eyebrow at Gibson and shook her head at him slightly. Then moved her eyes back to Gavin and a small smile came across her face for a second at his words. He really has no idea how the other side works, she thought. "I'm sorry to say that it doesn't work like that. Or at least not that I've ever encountered. I don't think you can re-kill a spirit. I can't even touch them. I can only see and hear them," she answered him the best that she could. She found it heartrendingly sweet that he wanted to help his friend get to a better place rather than lingering around here. She kinda hoped that someone would care about her that much one day. His next words really hit home with her. It was one of the things that she thought on a daily basis. To just be able to go back to being a regular normal person would be such a dream come true. Sure she helped people sometimes, but seeing dead people was not a luxury and for the most part the bad out weighed the good. "Thanks.... Normally I wish that I didn't have this ability, but had I didn't.... would you have acted the way you did?" She asked the question, but almost certainly knew his answer.
  4. Old spectres and new phantoms

    There wasn't much to say. Things like this didn't seem to happen too often for her. Well. The seeing spirits did, but the whole basically being stalked while technically ordered by a spirit usually never happened. So she stood there, trying to be as still as a fucking statue until she couldn't take it anymore. Being silent right now she figured was the best way to get herself into an even worse situation. So she opened her mouth and spoke, "Hey Big G. I'm just letting you know that Little G is wondering why you still wear his Atlanta Falcons cap." She knew she had said the words loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud to draw more attention to either of their locations. Being inconspicuous out here was one of the major rules of being outside the city. If something or someone caught wind that you were out here alone, you were toast. Hell, even if you weren't alone sometimes things could just get a little too scary too quickly. Especially for someone like her who didn't really have a gift that could help her persay, even though she did know how to shoot. She was basically a sitting duck at all times, unless there was a spirit to help her. Like now, for example. A moment or so later she saw the man, Big G she was guessing, kind of almost just appear out of nowhere. Oh boy, she thought, someone who has gifts and gifts that actually help him when he needs them. After realizing that he was much more of a threat to her than she was a threat to him she kept her eyes on him. Practically glued to him. She took a sharp breath in after hearing his words and realizing that he didn't even know that his friend was deceased. Oh, she thought, this is going to get awkward real quick. She bit her bottom lip for a second before replying back to him. "I'm not sure what you mean. I'm not apart of any Vanguard." She spoke in an even and calm tone, partially knowing that when she said her next words he was more than likely going to think she was a looney and probably blow her brains out, but she had to say something. Even if Gibson didn't want her to tell him. She always felt it was her duty to say something. "I hate to tell you this guy, but I don't think your friend is still..... alive." She spoke her words and then glanced over at Gibson, then straight back to Gavin. This was one thing that she hated doing. Telling someone that a friend or loved one has passed away. Being the bearer of bad new was literally the worst way to introduce yourself to someone, but she felt he needed to know. It's always nice to be able to fully know what happens or has happened to someone instead of wondering day after day. It sometimes could make someone go crazy. Or at least she has seen someone go crazy from it. "I'm serious though. I hate to be the one to tell you. I mean. It seems like you didn't know......" A slight pause before she finished her words. "It looks like he might have been taken out by some lycanthropes or something. At least that's what it looks like to me." It was funny though. Little G had seemed to go silent after Gavin had come on the scene. Maybe he had missed his friend and getting the chance to speak to him was kind of nerve wrecking. She could understand that. She figured she wouldn't know what to say if she was able to speak to some people again. Actions were much more easily understood than words.
  5. Old spectres and new phantoms

    The day had been quite long and she had been trying to work more shifts at work. Mainly to keep herself busy so that she wouldn't be bombarded by the numerous amounts of dead that had to search her out at all hours. Most seemed to actually bother her more as she was walking from destination to destination, but there had been quite a few that would interrupt her time at her own home. For the most part they seemed to stay away from her work place. She really had no idea why they seemed to steer away from the place, but she was thankful for spending so much time at the restaurant. However, there were days when she had horrible customers that almost made her second guess even working at the restaurant in the first place. Today was one of those days and she felt like she needed to blow of some well built up steam. This decision of wanting to get out of the city and find somewhere that she could be alone, or at least as alone as she could get, to fire off some rounds of her Glock 26 into bottles or even anything that she could find. Of course with her track record it really wasn't a good idea for her to go off at night out of the city, but she'd had a shitty day and instead of drowning herself in alcohol she figured shooting would be a much better way to manage her time. After her decision was defiantly made she had went out of the city, keeping her Glock in her holster that she had purchased 3 years ago. It always made her feel better if she kept it on her, especially when she went out of the city. It didn't take her long to find her spot of choice and it wasn't too far outside the city so if she decided to hurry back into town it hopefully wouldn't take her too long. The only thing that made her a little hesitant about even choosing the spot she was at now was that it most certainly looked like people came here to do whatever it is that random people do. She took a deep breath in as she left the safety of her car, keeping her keys in her front pocket. She also left the lights of her car on which would slightly help put her at ease. Granted it's basically like a big sign telling people she was there, but she did have a gun and she does know how to shoot. So whatever. She had been shooting for a few minutes, but stopped as she got that feeling that she usually always got when a spirit was around her. Her eyes closed and she shook her head slightly. Not now, she thought, please not freaking now.... all I want is a god damn break. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she opened her eyes slowly, knowing that she would see something that she would rather not see. She knew it was going to happen, but that didn't make her that anymore prepared. The man appeared in front of her and if it wasn't for the fact that it looked like his throat was ripped out she would wager that he was quite good looking when he was alive. He looked to be anywhere from 26-28 years old when he died and from the looks of his hideous injuries it looked like he had been killed by lycanthropes. "Hello. Is there any possible way that you could leave me be and let me get off some steam on my own," she asked the spirit that stood before her. NPC : "Hey there. Well right now wouldn't be that great of a time for me to do that. See there is a guy that is going to be coming here. He's an old buddy of mine, but he isn't really too much of a people person. If he sees you here he will probably consider you as a threat. So all I will need you to say is that Little G says to chill out and that she's good people," he replied to her. A slight pause from Aingeal as she listened to the spirits words. Her first instinct was to just head on back to her vehicle, get in, and drive off. Then this guy that will be coming won't even have to have any interaction with her at all, but then her stubborn side kicks in and makes her not want to leave because she was here first tonight and she would be damned if someone was going to run her off from releasing some tension that had built up over the day. Another sigh escaped her lips before she asked, "Well. Why don't I just leave before he even gets here?" NPC : Little G moved a little bit closer to her and spoke once more. "Maybe that's because he's literally almost here already. And you won't see him either. He has this special talent that keeps him from being seen from people who aren't looking for him." She lowered her weapon and kept it at her side for a second and then slid it into her holster, thinking that if some guy was going to be coming up on her that wasn't too keen on social interaction that he probably wouldn't want to see a person pointing a gun at him or even having one in her hand. "Alright. I guess I'll have to take your word for it and I'm also going to hope that you'll help me out when talking to him, yeah? Also. What's his name?" NPC : He turned his head slightly back toward the hill over his shoulder then back to Aingeal. "His name is Gavin, but first tell him that I said hi. He will hopefully relax slightly after that. Also. Just stay where you are. No sudden movements. He's almost here."
  6. Breathe In Breathe Out

    The sight of a wild mountain lion being as calm as can be next to someone who would more than likely, in any other normal circumstance, would be considered as food is something of a sight to see. In her regard though it some what frightened her. That someone had the ability to make a wild beast bend to their every whim. Her next thought was that he must be extremely powerful and that was something that she knew was a good friend to have. Someone that was a powerful ally. Not that she ever much got into too much trouble... Well. Other than coming across something that would want to eat her randomly during the day. She faintly chuckled at herself and her train of thought. After it seemed that the two had some what of an interaction between each other the man walked toward her. Her eyes mostly stayed on the mountain lion following along behind him. It must be his buddy now, she thought. It would be an interesting thing to have such a powerful animal to walk along side you or at least she figured it would be. There was one thing she knew for sure was that it would be a better feeling than having the dead following you around constantly or popping out of nowhere at the most random times. "Sorry you got hurt. I didn't plan for anyone else to be up here." "It's fine. I'm the one who should probably take a lesson away from this and not wander around in the woods on my own without any form of protection," she replied to him as he stopped in front of her. She pressed her right hand against her stomach to try and stop the bleeding coming from the palm of her hand. She stood there, keeping all, if not most, of her weight on her right leg. "Do you need some help to get home?" There was a hesitant moment before she answered him. She barely knew the guy and now he had a mountain lion following his every order. It wasn't like she had the option to not ask for help. With her leg how it was it would probably take her the rest of the day to get home. With this man's help it would hopefully only take an hour. Risks were apart of life and she wasn't afraid to take them. Damn the consequences. "Yeah, ya know what. It would be really nice if you'd help me get home. Ii mean... if you really don't mind that is," she replied to him.
  7. Breathe In Breathe Out

    The fall she had taken resulted in a cut on the palm of her right hand and a somewhat sore left knee, but nothing seemed to be broken or too badly injured to hinder her from getting up and getting the heck out of there. After waiting for a minute and realizing that she wasn't getting mauled to death by the animal she figured now would be as good a time as any to attempt to stand up. She stood up slowly, wincing at the pain in her knee, and turned around to see what had happened with the man and the animal. Her jaw just about dropped to the ground as she saw the animal actually showing some sort of affection toward the guy. It confirmed her thoughts that he must have some sort of ability and for that she was completely and utterly thankful. If it hadn't been for him she probably would be dead by now. The mans words were apparently directed at her and she stood still for a moment and looked down at her hand, seeing a little bit of blood sliding down her finger. [aingeal]Just scratched my hand a bit is all,[/aingeal] she paused for a moment as she moved a little bit of her weight onto her left leg, wincing. [aingeal]And I think I did something to my left leg. It hurts when i put too much weight on it,[/aingeal] she replied to him, but still stood there motionless. It wasn't that she didn't trust the guys abilities. It was that she didn't trust the animal that just tried to make her into a daytime snack. Internally she sighed at herself. Just another normal day...
  8. A Smoke and a Pancake?

    If there was one thing in the world that she was most thankful for it was when the restaurant wasn't extremely busy. It was nice to take it easy and not stress out over all of the things that needed to be stressed out over. Making sure everyone's drink was topped off, or even just keep thing the patrons happy so she could get a nice tip. Some days she wondered if she should find a different job or find something that might give her a little more pay, but she felt humbled by doing this job. Plus it meant not having to go to too many unsavory places because if there was one thing that she knew it was places that had a bad rap usually were crawling with spirits. Here though, at this place, it was nice and quiet. Aingeal had heard about the killings that had been taking place recently and it freaking terrified her. It made her just want to lock herself up in her apartment and never walk outside again. There was also something that it made her feel. She felt slightly guilty because she wondered if she could be of some use in helping to figure out who or whom or even what was going around killing people. All she would have to do is find their spirits and have a little chat. Maybe the people saw a face. Although Aingeal was not very artistic so that would be a slightly problem, but she had had a nagging feeling that she could help. However. She pushed that feeling aside. Trouble wasn't something she wanted to be apart of. The sound of the bell above the door made her head move up quickly, seeing that there was someone waiting to be seated. It was easier for her that way. Not having to keep track of everyone that came in. She pulled a menu, knife, fork, and spoon, along with a napkin and walked up to the man who stood at the sign. [aingeal]Hey there. If you would follow me I'll take you to your table,[/aingeal] she said with a bright smile on her face and then turned slowly, taking a quick look around the restaurant. She opted to put him slightly close to the door and by the window, standing beside the 2 person table she kept the smile on her face as she pulled out her note pad to write down his order. [aingeal]So what can I get ya,[/aingeal] she asked with the smile still on her lips.
  9. Breathe In Breathe Out

    Seeing him shake his head as her hand reached into her purse was enough to make her hand stop and her brain rethink the situation. Of course mace wasn't going to do diddly squat to a freaking cougar. The best chance either one of them probably had, or so she thought, was if either of them had a gun. The problem was that more often than not she never carried a gun on her and this whole ordeal made her wonder why she never did and would probably end up making her do so from now on. Both her hands wet up to her face to cover her mouth as she wanted Alec quickly dodge the cougar. If the cougar didn't do anything to her she was sure that she would end up having a heart attack from all the stress that was building up. She had already been freaking out about maybe seeing some unfriendly spirits, but the cougar was more of a threat to her than any old ghost ever would be. Aingeal still stood exactly where she had last stopped. Attracting the cougars attention was the last thing she wanted and she had no doubt in her mind that if she took off the cougar would more than likely be inclined to chase after her. Her eyes had been on Alec as she noticed his lips move and then the slight wind come from his hand. This development made the whole situation even more interesting. Hmmm. He must have abilities or powers... or whatever... Slight relief was felt as she realized this because it meant that one of them was at least armed with something. Her ability of seeing the dead wouldn't have really helped either one of them in this situation. Her eyes had stayed on the cougar as it's head snapped, being distracted by the rustling of leaves. Then her eyes went back to Alec and saw him climb the tree and then motion for her to run. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was actually the smart thing to do, but then turned and began to run away. As fate would have it being clumsy and trying to run in the woods wasn't a really good predicament to be in. In fact it was probably one of the worst things a clumsy person could do, but with the adrenaline pumping through her veins she forgot for a split second just how clumsy she was. However, it only took that split second and a root from a tree to make her come back to reality as her body fell forward. Teeth bit into her bottom lip to keep herself from yelling out in pain, but she laid still for a moment, hoping that the cougar was too preoccupied paying attention to the mage to even notice or hear her fall.
  10. Breathe In Breathe Out

    As the big bad cougar kept coming closer to her her mind kept trying to think of the best way to handle the situation, but truth be told she wasn't exactly too sure what to do or how to get away with minimal to zero damage done to herself. Lucky for her though there was someone nearby and that was somewhat of a good thing for her, or at least she thought so. ” EULALIAAAAAAAAAAAAA! ” The sound of what sounded like someone yelling some sort of weird war cry was almost as scary as the cougar in front of her. Then she figured it was probably more weird and surprising than scary. The predator in front of her would probably be more worse to deal with than a weird guy who yells war cries. However, having someone intervene between her and a cougar was better than nothing at this point because she still had no idea what to do if she were still facing off against the cougar on her own. She'd probably end up as a snack, lunch, or dinner. ”Ow. Ow... Owch!” [aingeal]Are you freaking serious...[/aingeal] she said her words in a soft whisper as she watched the mystery man slide down the hill in a not so hero sort of way. She almost started to laugh out loud, but held back her laughter as she watched the man land on the other side of the cat. She waved back at the guy and then moved her eyes back to the cat in front of her. The cat though had turned to face the guy instead. A slight wave of relief washed over her, but was quickly replaced with fear. Great... now this guy is going to get mauled by the cat... then I'm probably next... ” ... Good kitty? ” [aingeal]I really highly doubt that this kitty is a good kitty. In fact I really really hope you have a better plan than falling down a hill,[/aingeal] she half said the words jokingly and seriously. She stood right where she was, half scared that if she made anymore noise that the cat would turn back around to her, but also half scared that she was about to see someone get killed by a cougar. Neither of which seemed like something enjoyable to be apart of. What in the hell am I suppose to do... Aingeal felt like it would have been so much more awesome if she had had some other give bestowed upon her besides seeing and talking to dead people. That wouldn't really help her in situations like this. She was helpless in situations like this. She reached over to her left side, reaching down into her small purse that she had brought along with her. She had no idea if mace would do anything against a cougar, but if push comes to shove she'd be willing to try anything. She pulled out the can and armed it just in case. I really hope this guy knows what he's doing...
  11. TOO STUBBORN TO DIE

    ^ That though. LOL. Yay!!! I'm so glad and happy that I came back to the party! I missed writing so much and thankful that my muse has been generous enough to me so that I CAN write. This is such a great "family" to be apart of!!! <3
  12. Breathe In Breathe Out

    At first this whole hiking thing had seemed like a really awesome idea to Aingeal, but now... Now she wasn't too sure if she even wanted to be out here anymore. Don't get her wrong. She thought it was beautiful. The sun shining through the trees. The fresh air not polluted by the city. However. Hearing sounds of something making it's way through the woods was probably one of the more scarier things that she could think of. I mean she sees dead people! Not too many things scare her. Another sound near her and she stopped again, keeping her eyes straight forward because the one and only thing she could really think it would be would be a spirit. They did seem to flock toward her like a moth to a flame, but she was out in the middle of the woods. She hoped to God that it wasn't some dude or girl who had been murdered and dumped in the woods. She did not want to see that crap today. She didn't want to DEAL with that crap today. However after standing there for a second and not seeing one sign of a spirit she felt slightly relieved, but on the other hand she started to get nervous. It had to be an animal then, right... If there was one thing that she didn't want it to be was an animal. She would totally take a spirit over an animal any day. Spirits just tease and pick on you and maybe want some help moving on to whatever it was that they moved on to. Animals though.... Animals could kill you. She didn't have anything on her to protect herself either. [aingeal]Well this is just perfect...[/aingeal] she whispered to herself. She started to move again, but much slower this time. Isn't it if you start running is what makes an animal want to attack you and make you a meal... I think.... After a minute or so of slow walking she heard the sound again and stopped just like before. She began to look around at the area in front of her, but saw no sign of a person or of a spirit that she could see anyways. A moment later a cougar jumped down right in front of her, staring at her glaringly. Her hands began to shake slightly and she took a small step back, trying to rack through her brain of what she should or shouldn't do. I guess I should have watched some of those shows on Animal Planet.... Knowledge was everything and she had little to no knowledge about cougars. Did she drop down and play dead? Was she suppose to take off running? Am I suppose to just stand here and hope it doesn't think I'm it's lunch? For fuck's sake....
  13. Breathe In Breathe Out

    August 12, 2019 Fort Lee Historic Park 9:00am If there was one thing that Aingeal didn't do enough of it was getting out and enjoying her surroundings. It had been a while since she'd taken the time to take a nice scenic walk in the city or anywhere else for that matter. She felt like she needed to get out and take a breather. Take some time for herself. After deciding that she'd like to get out of the house today, on her day off, she figured she'd go and take a relaxing nature hike. Something else that she hadn't done in a long time. Plus on the upside it would be a sneaky way to get in some exercise. She'd never really been to this place so she was kind of excited to get into the park and start to walk around. Another main reason for getting out of the city and into nature was because she knew there would be less spirits out here than in the city. Which meant that she could drop her guard a little and not have to worry about constantly seeing some dead person as she turned a corner. Her car was parked at the entrance and she had grabbed a bottle of water out of her car before heading into the park. She stopped by the main park map that they have at the beginning and tried to figure out which path she would take. A slight shrug was made as she pulled out one of the folded paper maps out of it's holder, deciding she would chose a path as she walked. After about twenty minutes she found herself at a crossroad's. She unfolded her map and looked down at it, figuring out where she was, and then made a decision to head to the right instead of the left. About another ten minutes later she stopped for a second as she heard some sort of noise. For a moment she figured that it must be some spirit wandering around in the woods. She shrugged her shoulders once more and began walking down the path once more.
  14. Hello

    August 9, 2019 Tuesday 8:00pm Kieran's Apartment It had been a while. It had been too long of a while. She hadn't seen Kieran in a long time. The last she had heard from him was in an email that he had gone to LA. An email. One freaking email. She had to admit that it had sort of rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't know if Kier had ever noticed, but she had had feelings for him. After being hired by him and finding out that he had already had someone. It had been a huge let down. She had stayed and worked for him though. So there she stood. In front of his door to his apartment wondering if she should even knock. She had been here quite a few times before, knocking and finding no one answer. She was worried about him. She had always been worried about him after he left. And so this was her routine. She'd stand here for about five minutes, debating if she should knock or just walk off. Sometimes she had walked off without even knocking and that was only because she had gotten so tired of knocking, only to find him not here. Her mind was finally made up and she knocked on the door. Then her routine consisted of her standing there for 5 minutes, knocking, and waiting 5 more minutes. She let her hand hang at her side and she stood there at the beginning of her first 5 minute mark. Hoping. Waiting. Please be back...
  15. And if we should die tonight, we should all die together. Watch the flames climb high into the night.