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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Sept 22, 2010 21:46:43 GMT -5
Shiloh Summerland was feeling a bit low at the moment as she laid across the cool leather upholstery of her car just staring at the ceiling. She listened to the heavy raindrops pelting the metal frame of the car, which had forced her to take shelter. At the moment her eyes were tracing invisible patters on the roof as she contemplated to herself about why she felt so down in the dumps. Maybe it was because of all the sudden surge of supernatural activity that kept her more busy than normal. There was also that weird pit in her stomach that appeared recently and at rare occasions when she had time to herself, like right now. She wasn't sure what it meant, but whatever it was she knew she wasn't going to like it one bit. There was also this miserable Missouri weather, which had made it wet and gray even more soggy for the past week. She didn't mind rain, but all the constant rain was starting to get a bit boring.
Her stomach let out a pretty loud growl, that was probably another reason why she felt so lousy. She always got a little weak and sometimes cranky when she was starving like she was now. But she could not leave the car to go and get something, at the moment and she didn't have any thing stored in the car. She groaned loudly in irritation.
"Next time I'm seriously stocking up on snacks!" she grumbled as she stretch her arms in the air as if to prove her point even more. She hated finding herself ill-prepared for something, even f it was as trivial as waiting out the rain. She rolled over onto her side to make herself more comfortable as she waited to hear for the rain to go away. If she was lucky maybe she would get to take a nap while she was at it.
Not wanting to bother and rummage around in the backseat for the pillow she had stuffed back there, as well as an assortment of other things she threw back there for safe keeping. She rested her head on her bent arm as a makeshift pillow, and to humor herself she started to count sheep knowing that it wouldn't make her any more sleepy.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...
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Post by Micheal Demiourgos on Oct 5, 2010 13:00:54 GMT -5
Micheal had been watching Shiloh for some time. Ever since his fallen brethren Castiel made contact with her. He looked on as the rain continued to come down. My how he hated the rain. It was the most miserable of all elemental occurences and in this Missouri fashion it was even more unbearable. He decided to pop-in to her car and get himself dried off.
Now sitting in the seat next to her, Micheal sat there in silence while she counted sheep. "Four sheep" Micheal said in a monotoned voice. When her surprised eye looked back at him Micheal simply smiled and offered his hand. "Pleased to meet you Shiloh"
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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Oct 5, 2010 14:31:00 GMT -5
Shiloh had jumped back in surprise at the voice and hit the back of her head on the window for her troubles. She paused for a moment as she groaned slightly from the pain throbbing through her head, which was quickly replaced with suspicion. She knew for a fact that her car was locked from the inside, so there was no way anyone could get in…unless they were supernatural. She eyed the creature before her, it looked human, but she knew all too well that looks can and will be deceiving.
“Who are you and what do you want?” she asked as calmly as she could, it was hard to keep her voice straight as the pain was very distracting. But it wasn’t so bad so if a few moments it would die down to a low thump and eventually she would forget about it. For right now she tried her best to stay focused on the being in her car. She slowly sat up so give her more space to move around in, just in case she needed to block or attack. Watching carefully she tried to look for anything that could possibly give her a clue as to what she was dealing with, but there was nothing. It looked completely human, so it could have been a number of things. The fact that it appeared so suddenly in her locked car was a good enough clue, but it didn’t help narrow down the list at all.
She resisted the urge to go and reach for the hunting knife that she had stored away in the hem of her jeans. Any movements could seem hostile to the creature, and the last thing she wanted was to spook it into attacking her, especially is such tiny space.
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Post by Micheal Demiourgos on Oct 5, 2010 14:39:25 GMT -5
"My name is Micheal and I just want to talk." For a moment he flashed his wings on the interior of the car. "I believe you already have met my kind before. Castiel yes? You took a little trip into the mountains with him?" Micheal observed her body langaugue as it did not ease up from being tense. Micheal simply put his hand on her should and released a great calm over her, like she was being bathed in a sea of tranquility." Now then can we talk?"
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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Oct 5, 2010 14:56:07 GMT -5
Feeling the being called Micheal put his hand on her shoulder, at first all she felt was the weight of his hand, but then she suddenly felt entirely calm and relaxed. As if there had never been a single care or worry in her entire life, it was an odd sensation for her. She realized that she couldn’t seem to fight against the feeling as it took over her entire being. So she relaxed and let herself become carefree thanks to Micheal, but that didn’t stop her mind from running a mile a minute looking for answers.
“If you say you know Castiel then would that make you an angel as well?” she asked, as she had not told a soul about her encounter with the angel named Castiel. So for him to know that specific little detail about her then she guessed he had to be a pretty powerful being. She hadn’t heard about demons being able to affect people’s emotions, so the next logical guess was an angel. Perhaps one that was higher up on the angel scale she thought to herself. If so then what did this higher-up angel need to speak to her about…
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