Who: Afriel and Ariel Wood (Gadreel) What: Being bound to a rebel angel When: April 17th 2011 at eleven am Where: A diner, somewhere in Louisiana. Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Most coffee shops had there own unique smell, a sort of testament to the various flavors of coffee they had, all brewed supposedly by these coffee shops. There own special brews if you will. Ariel couldn't help but think that this coffee shop smelled a bit spicier than other coffee shops she had been in. There was also the distinct smell of soap and body wash trying to cover up the smell of the bayou. Ariel sighed, she knew that she would grow accustomed to the scent, because she always did, but for the time it was a slight agitation for her. Not making matters any better was the fact that her coffee had gotten cold. Cold coffee was never good, so when she spotted the waiter she motioned him over.
"Another cup of coffee, please?" she asked kindly.
"Sure thing. Would you like anything to eat, miss?"
"Hmm, sure, one order of pancakes, please," she answered.
As soon as the waiter left, Ariel went back to watching some of the people. Over at one of the tables at the other side of the diner was a family of four. She couldn't tell what they were eating, but judging my the solemn mood she would have thought that someone had died, or that a fight had happened. She quickly crossed the first one out, however. Being on this earth for practically a few aeons told Ariel that most people in the USA wore black if someone died. She never did understand that, to her black was a beautiful color that spoke of hidden, and forbidden knowledge; something she held in high regard. Lack of black not withstanding, she came to her own conclusion that the parents had gotten into a loud argument, and had upset their two children.
Deciding that the family wasn't all that interesting, she focused a bit on a couple at the booth diagonally across from her own. They were obviously telling each other just how much they loved each other; a fact that she had gathered from hearing mostly whispering along with a few "I love you so much, dear"s. She didn't want to listen to that, so she decided to focus on some of the images in frames which were on the walls.
"Where the fuck is my coffee?" she muttered to herself. She was also beginning to think that she should have bought a paper. Not that it would help much. Her visit to the diner was actually a way for her to try and forget about what had happened twelve hours ago. She didn't want to remember that angel trying to kill her. Fortunately there was one good memory that sprung to mind; another angel had saved her life, and Ariel...
was actually a bit pissed off. She could have taken care of herself, and she certainly didn't need some angel coming to her rescue. Then again, she had been in a tight corner, and if it weren't for him, she would have probably been dead.
Just as she was about to ask where her coffee was, the door opened, and a familiar figure stepped in. Great, it's the hero of the day, she thought to herself. Any continuing thoughts would need wait. Her waiter finally came back with her pancakes and coffee.
"'bout time," she muttered when he handed them to her. He apologized for the delay, citing some excuse that Ariel was not about the listen to. Right now she just wanted to enjoy her mean, and hope that the familiar figure wouldn't come over, wanting to be her best friend, or something.