Who: God and Ben Braeden What: Skeeball date! When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Venice Beach Status/Rating: incomplete/PG
She didn't know what She was going to do about Castiel. Her eyes lifted towards Heaven as She considered the situation. Perhaps She had been wrong to send him here alone. It was possible that She had judged him incorrectly, that he simply wasn't ready to handle a task of this size without Uriel by his side. But that couldn't be the case… She couldn't be wrong, being infallible the way She was. Castiel was capable of the job; She had watched him for years. Obviously this was the fault of the demon whore. A demon so persuasive she had Castiel asking Her to spare its life.
It had been at that request that She'd left the small internet café on the boardwalk feeling affronted in ways She'd not felt since Loki had dared flip Her the bird. She supposed this was Her comeuppance for thinking that angels could handle having all the parts Her beloved mortal creations did.
"It's like I broke the mold with the Metatron," She said to Herself, letting out a sigh that sounded far too heavy for a young girl of Her apparent age. She continued down the boardwalk deep in thought, a pink and green change purse that matched her bathing suit and flip flops in one hand and a foam boogie board in the other. Her next activity was at least a comfort. She hop-skipped the last few steps to the arcade and went inside.
"Back again, Hannah?" asked the man behind the counter.
She nodded. "Yep. I'm meeting a friend. He's gonna be here soon. Tokens, please!" Her change purse was thrust up onto the counter.
Tokens were counted out by the man and recounted by 'Hannah' as She carefully took what was given and put them painstakingly back into Her purse. Tokens meant skeeball. Skeeball meant tickets. Tickets meant prizes. Every single one of the gold coins was precious.
That done, She went to stand just outside the arcade doors to wait for Ben, a bright smile forming on her lips. This would be fun. Killing two birds with one stone. She would play skeeball and at the same time She would spend time with the child of the man She had ordered pulled from the Pit. She would not think about Castiel or the demon he put above Her, and She would feel all the better for it. Problem solving was best done after bowling a perfect game, after all.
She was sure if She bowled a perfect game, the urge to inflict the entire city with a pestilence of boils and pox because of their actions would at least ebb, if not vanish completely.