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Fallen Angels (RP)

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<OOC>Morning aftter thing maybe?<OOC>
 
<OOC>Alright. That does seem the most logical place to start up again. You can go ahead and start it back up, since I'm not quite sure how to.<OOC>
 
I groaned and yawned as I woke up. The failings of a human form, I supposed. As I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar room (although very well decorated by my tastes) I jumped, going by habit for the knife at my hip. Finding it not there I hissed under my breath until the previous night began to came back to me.
 
I awoke suddenly, startled as I felt my bed being jarred. I sat up abruptly to find the blonde stranger standing in the middle of the room, looking quite confused for a moment, before a look of realization crossed his face. I pulled the blankets over myself, as I sat there, not entirely sure what to say.

This was the first man I brought home, that didn't end up buried in the celler before midnight.
 
"Mornin' princess" I drawled, unsure of anything else to say for now. I stood there unabashedly for a bit, looking around for wherever my clothes had landed.
 
Despite our encounter the previous night, I remained a bit suspiscious of him as he appeared to be looking for his clothes...of course, he could have been going for his knife. My eyes followed his every movement around the room.
 
I picked them all up excepting my jacket, leaving that for a bit later. I didn't bother checking for any weapons, confident that there was no one who could find them all.
 
I relaxed as it appeared he was only getting dressed. But they way he had relentlessly slaughtered that child, I would have thought he'd have no problem knifing me through the back; but he didn't.

I grabbed my robe hanging from the bedpost and exited the room.
 
Seeing her leave, I pulled my jacket on and headed for the door, saying "See 'ya around I'm up in Edinborough." I paused a bit than said "Actually, any place where I can get a bit of a pick-me-up 'round here?"
 
<OOC>Coffee? Or are we talking about Alcohol?<OOC>
 
<OOC>Either way in Robbie's case.<OOC>
 
<OOC>Alright<OOC>

"Sure." I said, more friendly than I would normally be."Come on, I'll make you some coffee." I continued, motioning towards the kitchen with my head as I walked there myself.
 
I shrugged back out of my jacket and nodded, following whoever it was to the kitchen. "What's your name" I asked hesitantly. If things changed knowing her name would make it a bit harder. On the other hand, "woman" wouldn't work for long.
 
I continued walking, as shocked as I was to remember that I also didn't know his name. But I tried not to let it show as I cooly replied, "Ramona. And you are..."
 
"Robbie" I replied, sketching a small formal bow at the same time.
 
OOC: and to think I stayed silent for so long...

IC: I woke up, and mentally kicked myself once I realized I hadn't watched the battle. Didn't matter, getting either of them would have proved to be extremly difficult. I dropped to the ground, and headed into a dark alley, to wait out the daylight.
 
I smiled, opening the door to the kitchen. It was strange; he'd been so menacing and intimidating last night...but now he was in my kitchen for coffee, acting like a goofball. Though, I wasn't without my light side as well. I nodded in recognition of his gentlemanly bow and began to brew the coffee.
 
I pulled out a chair and sat down, toying with he slash in my shirt. Another scar for my collection. "You do brew it strong, right" I asked from my seat, watching Ramona move around the kitchen.
 
"Of course." I replied, finishing up. I then sat down across from him, looking him up and down. "You're certainly a different chap from the one I met last night." I said antagonistically, half joking.
 
"Perhaps it has something to do with a woman's touch" I replied jokingly.
 
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