Ragged breaths issued from the injured female. Half propped up against the wall, blood oozed from dark grey wings that in the dark seemed almost black. Dark chocolate eyes searched the dark for more possible attackers even though the angel couldn’t have fought off another attacker. She’d be vulnerable even to the weakest of attacks at the time. Her dark clothing was in tatters and red blood oozed from those wounds too. Wincing, the angel shifted her hand to staunch the flow of the worst blow. Rain had begun to sprinkle down which only made the situation worse. The angel could use medical attention and sun at the moment but neither was available. So weak was the usually strong angel that she couldn’t even hide her wings at the moment. They were in full view for anyone to see, something she hated as she usually tried to keep her dark wings hidden and her status under the radar of the humans who moved through this usually fair city.

It had started out as a fairly ordinary night with the angel walking the streets attempting to deter supernatural crime. She didn’t usually concern herself with supernaturals against supernaturals but when those with powers turned on humans it became the guardians business. Having no one exact on her list, she’d spent a few hours just wandering the back alleys and bad neighborhoods. Why she’d come up the back of the casino she really wasn’t sure. While she really didn’t care for the establishment, Morticia had no business with them and it was generally well run with little under the table business. As she’d come into the alley behind the building, she heard rustling or something. Unknowlingly, she’d walked up on a group of four young demons taking out their other worldly problems on a fellow supernatural. She thought it was a shifter, four against one made the angel stepped in. When the demons turned on her, she handled them easily until more joined the foray, the angel wasn’t sure where they’d come from and though she’d won out, Morticia had paid heavily. The shifter had run off as soon as the demons turned on the angel leaving the aged one to fend for herself.

Now, she stood leaning against the wall. Too weak to do more than stumble a few feet, which she couldn’t do because she’d wander into a street and everyone would see her wings and wounds. There would be no escaping notice so the angel chose to stay standing in the alley attempting to garner enough strength to make it home, but it would be at the very least a few hours before that would be even possible. Sighing, she began to regain the ability to breath normally and the blood slowed, but the angel was still in very bad shape.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Marshall let out a sigh as he walked along the dark street, hands jammed in the pockets of his leather jacket as he listened to Zach babbling about some new Pokémon he had captured in his game, occasionally zoning out and hearing the sonorous thrum of the other's voice. He needed to think. There was this side of him that was spiteful that he was still pining after his ex-fiancée, even when he was positive that she would keep breaking his stony heart into pieces if he gave her another chance. But then the other side wished for that, so he could at least get some sort of attention from her, sweet or not, because he missed Celia, despite his stubborn personality's willingness to admit that. He knew she was a lost conquest now, dating some other supernatural since apparently being with a human was a shame, something he didn't understand, and he returned such emotions with an unsure hatred towards supernaturals. The Texan was only brought back from his pondering when Zach let out a rather feminine squeal, hand flying out to clutch at the taller male's muscled bicep, pointing in the direction of the alley as he panted out, “Holy shit! Look! What is that?!” Cold blue eyes followed in which direction the finger was angled, the dim lights of the roads barely washing over bloody wings and a woman's figure, his blood boiling as he snapped to his best friend, “A damn supernatural. Let it die.” His entire body prickled with anger, wishing they could just go back home so he could feed Carino, the poor mutt was probably whining at the door, just waiting for his late dinner bowl. ** The brunette curls atop the messy mop that was his best friend's head was all that he saw when the chubby fellow stood like a brick wall right in front of the mechanic, waving his hands out in exasperation, kindly trying to convince him with, “C'mon Marhshy! We can't just leave it there, they have feelings too, y'know, just like Celia d-” A furious snarl silenced Zach immediately, but those deep brown eyes eventually made the human rub the bridge of his nose, turning around to walk back towards the alleyway, muttering, “You're such a pain in the ass.” As he got closer to the angel, he noticed that she was unnervingly tall, only a meager inch below his own height, something that didn't sit well with him, since he was used to hovering over everyone else, use his muscled size for intimidation so they would leave him alone. She was all pressed against the wall, bleeding profusely from a multitude of gashes everywhere, and he made his presence known by stepping loudly, shoes crunching against broken glass as he stared with no trace of emotion. No pity, no desire to comfort. Zach did all of that for him as he rushed forward, babbling out, “Lady, are you alright? What happened? Here, come with us! Marsh, help!” The dark blonde bit the inside of his cheek to keep from growling some more at the older man, instead striding over to the woman, his movements abrupt and without warning, as was his personality, grabbing her at the waist to toss her over his shoulder. He wasn't a charming man, carrying a woman like a bride would never be in his mindset. Amount: 563 Words. Notes: Hope its alright that he picked her up, she can hit him if she wants x3 Muse: Great~ Tune: Drops Of Jupiter ~ Train Tags: Mikko with Morticia; OPEN;

Hearing someone on the nearby street, Morticia winced and pressed herself tighter against the wall. Her head turned up to look at the sky and she prayed and rain splattered her face. This didn't worry the angel but discovery by unknowning humans would be worrisome to her. As soon as words were uttered, she knew she'd been seen. Her face turned gently to see two males walking down the street. Great, just what she needed at the moment. She wasn't able to fight them off tonight and usually her presence and air of attitude were able to deter people from troubling her. After the fight though, Morticia had none of this air. She still stood six feet tall but her willowy appearance now made her seem vunerable instead of stately. The angel stumbled again as she tried to back away. Obviously while one was interested, the other was hostile toward supernaturals it seemed from his words.

Wings flexed as she heard them enter the alley, and pain shot through her back and wings. Flexing torn muscles wasn't a good way to attempt to stop the pain rushing through her body, but for once in her life Morticia was at a loss for what to do. Her dark eyelashes fluttered as the shorter man walked up to her and spoke rapidly. She couldn't figure out the way to word one answer before he was spluttering out another. The angel's hand fluttered trying to stem the flow of the questions. Her eyes searched over the two males as she tried to speak. Her words came out in a pained whisper. "Long story...I couldn't possibly...impose on you...I...I can manage." Trying to prove it, the angel stepped away from the wall only to stumble and almost fall again. As the younger male tossed her over his shoulder, she winced. Reflexively, she pulled one wing tight to her body to keep it out of his face, the other drooped over his shoulder like a feathery towel. Without thinking about it, she put an arm around his neck trying to steady herself and keep from sliding off his shoulder and onto the ground. "Where are you taking me?" She spoke through gritted teeth. Morticia was doing as best she could to be cool and calm about the current situation. For now, she wasn't afraid they would hurt her, not that she could fight them at the moment even if they tried. The bleeding fallen angel was as helpless as a small child at the moment.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Broad shoulders kept the woman steady as he stepped forward, feeling her arm latch on so she wouldn't fall off, and he didn't mind, really didn't care if she touched him, other than that damn wing. It was as if acid had stung him, jerking slightly as his palm pressed tighter against the curve of her waist with a deep frown, knowing that his best friend would kill him if he just threw her off in an attempt to get away from her feathery appendage. The darkness of the night kept them hidden from anyone else strolling along the streets, or maybe it was just the fact that they were dodging through alleyways and shadier streets rather than the main interstate. Her question was clear next to his ear, scowl increasing in strength as Zach just perked up, scampering to stand beside where her face was, hands constantly running through those copper ringlets as he told her with a chuckle, “Um, hope you don't mind if we take you back to our shop? I mean, his shop?” Marshall sent him a dirty look, one that practically promised death, but the chubbier fellow chose to ignore it, instead smiling as he introduced himself sweetly, “I'm Zach, and he's Marshall! Best friends and awesome partners in crime~ Just kidding, I just keep the house tidy, he's the mechanic! So yeah, if you have a car that needs fixing, remember us and drop on by! But I guess you can just fly, huh?” Chocolate colored eyes twinkled with amusement as he tried to make small talk with the woman to keep her mind off of the pain while the dark blonde remained eerily silent, rarely making a sound other than a grunt when he hiked her higher up on his shoulder as she occasionally inched down. ** They left the populated side of town and entered the humbler area, dusty land where rocks and tumbleweeds skittered over the dirt roads, barely a sprout of grass growing here or there. The large repair shop stood looming next to a café, two stories, since the floor above was where they lived, barking heard from the front door as the older human fumbled to unlock the door, key bouncing around in his palms until Marshall growled and snatched it from him. He stabbed it into the hole, twisting so that it unlocked the knob, shouldering his way inside, where the obvious smell of rubber and oil smacked against their faces, Zach blindly making his way through the store until he flipped on the lights, which buzzed ominously. A slender body smacked against the mechanic's legs, cold blue eyes glancing downwards to see Carino's eager and friendly face, tail whipping around as he yipped some more, begging for attention from his master, who just skimmed the tips of his fingers over brindled fur. They made their way to the back of the shop, unlocking yet another door which led to a flight of stairs on the outside of the building, nature providing a symphony as they climbed up the metal stairs. Finally they made it to the top, where his best friend opened the door much calmer this time, the cozy upper floor revealed to be a quaint-sized home for two bachelors, nothing too extravagant for their simple lifestyle. The younger of the two humans set the angel down on the edge of Zach's bed while the owner of the said bed scurried off to the bathroom to get a kit, the stoic man crossing his arms as he grumbled out, “What's your name? Might as well give us that if you're gonna be here.” Now despite his gruff personality it seemed his dog took the sweeter approach, bouncing over to the woman to nuzzle her knee, tail thumping against the ground as he just attempted to soften the sting in his master's words. Amount: 646 Words. Notes: Huee, Marshall stop being so grumpy xD Muse: Awesome~ Tune: Hallelujah ~ Rufus Wainwright Tags: Mikko with Morticia; OPEN;

Morticia focused on breathing steadily as the man carried her over his shoulder. Though he was gruff, his companion seemed nice enough and she just didn't have any bad feelings about the men. Being an older angel, Morticia had a tendency to listen to her gut and heart when it came to people instead of her brain. Most people, even supernaturals, would be a bit frightened in a situation such as this. Morticia figured it was in all actuality probably safer than standing in the alley in the rain hoping that no more demons came to play. She worked to keep her eyes open though she suddenly felt desperate to sleep. As she fought for conciousness, Morticia was aware that they were taking backroads. So the boys were at least familiar with the area, which made her feel a bit better. The shorter more portly one began to speak and chocolate light dimmed eyes watched him struggling to understand what he was saying and put together an answer for him. Shop...what kind of shop she wondered. The angel could stand a shot of coffee or sugar at the moment. Maybe she'd be lucky enough to have happened into someone who ran a Starbucks, but with a sniff of the male carrying her, she'd bet against that. the smell of oil was faint on his skin, but she could smell it. Shaking her head sent black hair cascading into her face. "I...I don't suppose I have much of a choice do I." She muttered ever so gently. As he continued on, she nodded and smiled sweetly in all the right places. Years among the humans had taught her that humans tended to need constant affirmation that you were internalizing what they were saying. Despite herself and the pain, the angel giggled when he said she could fly. "Actually, I do own a car or two, but I don't know how to drive anything. I can fly, but I prefer to walk most days." If she'd been in a better mood and if the human named Marshall was in a more friendly mood, she'd probably have joked about this new type of transportation. However, the joke didn't even come to mind in her current state of pain. Half of her brain dealt with the pain, while the other concentrated on the human speaking to her. Morticia had a tendency to devote all of her attention to the humans around her and did her best to try to make them feel like the most important thing around while she was in their company.

Morticia visiably perked as she heard the sound of a dog on the other side of the door they stopped at. Though she couldn't look at the building, she was aware of the neighborhood around it. In her many years in the town, she'd tread every street and entered the majority of the businesses at a time or two. The smell coming from the building as the door opened confirmed that the guy holding her really was a mechanic that worked on cars. Maybe she ought to talk to him about what to do with the antique cars in her garage. The handyman kept them in good shape, but really she should cut down on the amount of cars that inhabited her garage. She shook her head again trying to get the hair out of her face and the thought out of her head. As the male set her on a bed, the angel pulled her wings tight to her back and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Finally, she got a good idea of the male that had carried her. Curly hair topped his head and blue eyes made his face look light despite his obvious dislike for the angel though she wasn't sure why he disliked her. Maybe this was another one of those cases where her mere being a fallen angel counseled hearts against her. "Morticia Malach. 2693 Castle Loop New Orleans, LA. I don't have any id or I'd let you look it over." She muttered very matter of fact. Her voice was soft and congenial. As she answered him, her fingers petted the dog whose rested its head on her knee. As much as she liked humans, Morticia was almost more partial to animals. They were typically less deceitful and more loving. "I'm...I apologize if my prescence is a burden. I should...I will be gone in the morning." One hand stayed in her lap as the other mindlessly petted the dog and scratched its ears. Her eyes roved around the room and finally settled on the doorway to keep form staring at the human.

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Clearly by the way that his best friend hurried back with the medical supplies, Zach had taken a fond liking to the fallen angel's personality, serious yet still willing to tease him back, and he handed it to the mechanic with a look that scolded him for being rude. Copper curls bounced as the chubbier human floundered over to the woman, sitting on the other side of the bed with her, watching the dark blonde's calloused hands as they worked, opening up the eerily white case and presenting whatever tools they had to work with. He was starting to dab the sterilized cotton against some wounds on her legs when she gave them her information, and being the grump that he was, Marshall snapped angrily, “I ain't askin' for anythin' but your name, woman.” His best friend flinched back at the tone of voice he used, but dark eyes definitely contained the disappoint that showed he was used to the mechanic acting in such a rude way, especially with supernaturals, to which he touched the lady on the shoulder, murmuring in that sweet voice of his, “Sorry about him, Morticia. Don't worry, you can stay here as long as you need until those wounds are healed enough for you to safely fly!” Carino seemed to whimper as her hand stroked over her skull, huffing and sending his own canine glare over to his master, who just ignored both pair of eyes that were attempting to burn him to a crisp. But Zach knew how he was, it wasn't just with supernaturals, even if they did get the more violent side of him, it was with everyone, he just didn't like people, and bringing someone here would force him to talk, and thus far only his best friend managed to get a decent conversation out of him that wasn't just grunts, vulgarities and snorts. ** Each wound that was tended to was then wrapped by Zach so that infection wouldn't ravage the open gashes, and after her wings had been helped, begrudgingly by the taller human constantly refusing to touch them, they were finally on the last part, her face. There were a couple of scrapes and bruises, with the primary one being along her cheek, and Marshall's face hovered close, brows furrowed together as he dabbed at clotting blood, his best friend kneeling on the bed to hold her long black hair from getting in the way, and with a final strip of gauze, his task was complete. As he backed away, he felt moisture on his hands, staring at the crimson staining the flesh, scowling as he trudged to the bathroom, growling under his breath, “Fuckin' bleedin' all over the damn place, should've left it to die.” Back in the bedroom Zach was nibbling on his nails, barely having heard Marshall's comment, but knowing that if he could've picked up on it, then Mort would have as well, and he squeaked in apology, “I'm really, really sorry about his behavior, he doesn't mean it! Here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable.” The short human took the beautiful maiden over to the couch in the living room so she could relax for the time being, before he and Marshall would discuss where she would sleep, and he patted the cushion, where Carino took as a moment to join as well, the three of them on the furniture. This was when the human tilted his chin up, calling loudly to his younger counterpart, “Marshy! Get me the waffles! And don't forget the whipped cream this time, okay?~” The words echoed in the house, only for a grunt to be heard, the dark blonde emerging from the darkness twenty minutes later with the stack of waffles on a tray, two plates, and he set it on Zach's lap, taking the armchair farthest from the couch, just sipping on the coffee he made for himself as his best friend waggled a plate beneath Morticia's nose, chirping, “Want it? They're really good~ Plus you need to eat something, and this way you can tell us more about yourself! Like how you get all those injuries!” Marshall snorted, rubbing a hand along a tired face as he murmured, “Don't pester the woman, Zach.” Amount: 707 Words. Notes: Waffles! :3 Muse: Amazing! Tune: N/A. Tags: Mikko with Morticia; OPEN;

It was obvious while the two males were friends that the chunky one disapproved of the unfriendliness from the other. Personally, it didn't really bother Morticia. At least she was safe, warm, and out of the rain. Any more than that was simply icing on the cake of life it seemed to her. The angel was tense as the man began to patch her up. "I could do that you know." She protested lightly. Though it was nice to actually have someone else do it and limit her movement, she wasn't overtly fond of others touching her. In fact, the angel often avoided touching humans at all costs as well as most supernaturals. Unlike most, the angel took no comfort in touch, instead she found that all too often it caused her problems with other people. Some like her disliked touch whereas others read too much into a simply graze of a hand or weekend. Morticia blinked as the man snapped at her for giving him too much information. She bit her lip to keep from retorting that he really had little need for her name if he needed none of her other information. As she looked at the other human and the dog, she noticed they both gave him a disapproving look. Well, then it was best she held her tongue for they were doing all the disapproving for her. She smiled gently at Zach as he tried to assure her. "Tis fine, Mr. Zach. After all my years, I am aware that my kind are...not always found welcome." She looked at her wings for effect thinking his problem was with her being a fallen and not with her being a supernatural. The angel chuckled as he spoke of her flying. "I don't fly through town. I walk. It's a bit less conspicious. Worry not when first light comes and the rain ceases, I'll be plenty fine enough to walk out on my own." Her eyes wandered over to Marshall."I'll bother as least I can." Her eyes swept down to the dog as she scratched its' ears and then watched as Marshall continued to work on her wounds. When they touched her wings, the angel flinched certainly unused to anyone touching them. Usually, she kept them hidden from human sight to keep from upsetting anyone. It was easier for people to think her a tall human than a fallen angel for most humans. As Marshall worked on her cheek, she found herself staring into his blue eyes. No emotion but the pure unromantic love for humans sat in the angel's eyes. She wasn't one to get emotionally involved with humans...Not the way humans got involved with humans. Morticia found herself more mothering or friendly...never romantic. Her eyes attempted to search his for his reason of dislike of her. Though she found no answers, her opinion of his goodness did not change. Whether he disliked her or not, this Marshall and his friend were good people. The type that deserved to be rewarded in some way. The angel's mind then turned to how she could help out the pair. As of now, she did not know enough of them to actually help them. When Marshall walked out of the room and spoke of leaving her to die, the angel tilted her head in question. "I wouldn't have died...well...I don't think so. I've been left for worse before. Comes with the job." She spoke more to herself than anyone even though her words were audible. She wished not for Marshall to have thought it his duty to save the angel. She would have survived, but it was nicer this way. Her lip curled, "And I'm female thank you, not an it." She whispered as Zach began to try apologizing.

She waved her hand at him trying to stem the flow of his words. "Apologize not. His behavior offends me not, I have lived long enough to know that not all greet my presence with open and happy hearts." As the short one moved her to the couch in the living room, she curled her six foot frame into the seat tucking her toes underneath the dog to keep them warm. her fingers continued to stroke the dogs fur which kept her calm and awake at the moment though sleep again dogged her lids. "Waffles and whipped cream? What a strange combination." She muttered as the smaller one yelled at the larger one. The angel leaned her head onto her knees and was almost asleep when the larger one brought food in. Lifting her head slowly, Morticia was greeted by the look of waffles and the smell of coffee. She perked up immediately though she barely moved from where she sat at the moment. Graciously, the angel took a plate and some waffles. "Thank you ever so much for your hospitality." Her smile was genuine as she passed on the whipped cream and began to tear her waffle into bits. Some she fed to herself others she offered to the dog for food. Morticia had already began to think about how to answer Zach. How much of the supernatural world should she reveal?

As Marshall attempted to censor him, she shook her head. "He isn't bothering me. I..Well, Zach, I ran into a batch of demons attacking a nondemon. I stepped in and dispatched the majority of them, but I took a few injuries in the fight as well. No good deed goes unpunished apparently even for angels." The last bit was a desperate try for a bit of humor. Her nose sniffed the air and smelled the coffee again as she polished off the first waffle. "I hate to be a burden but is there any way I could garner a delicious cup of that sweet smelling caffiene imbibed drink?" Her chocolate eyes focused on Zach knowing he'd be the better person to ask even though he'd probably talk Marshall into getting it for her. She adored coffee with sugar, cream and lots of dark Colombian coffee.