WHO: Castiel and Paige Matthews. WHERE: Sidewalk. WHEN: Early this afternoon. WHAT: "Hey! ... Castiel!" Random interactions. Ratings: Likely PG? Maybe PG-13. STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
She really needed to get out more. It had been something that she had started to do when she'd appeared in Lawrence. No destiny. No school to run. And as selfish as it might have sounded, no sisters to worry about. It was her. Paige. Boy, that had turned out to be a scary thought. Not that Paige wasn't secure with herself. She was. Mostly. It wasn't as if she were insecure. Per se. It was just that it had been a very long time since it'd been Just Paige. In fact, she didn't think she could be Just Paige anymore. Or at least not the Paige she had been before discovering that she had sisters, a magical history, and a destiny to fight evil and protect innocents. Which was fine, because while she liked that person she was an individual that believed in change and self-improvement. Beside, she couldn't imagine her life without her sisters. And that had been the difficulty. It had been hard at first, settling into Lawrence. But she'd managed it. Between trying to find ways to get back home and trying to learn everything that she could about the place she had managed it. The thing was between then and now she had gotten herself stuck with responsiblities-not that she minded them really ... much ... or at all even. It was good not to be the one directly in charge, it was just .. maybe she would just ... oh, hell, she was bored and going over papers and stuff didn't help with any of that-and people she cared about, she'd been finding herself distracted.
Again.
Her focus was divided on that and less on her. She'd tried the temp job route here. However, it'd turned out to be so painfully ... normal in this world. As much as she had complained about it back home, she wouldn't at all have minded a little magical interference. She was finding herself missing the tiny blue dudes that were gremlins. Much more cooler than the ones from that weird, but highly entertaining ... in a way, movie. She wanted a lot of things to be like back home. She liked the going after and researching demons, much better than the waiting around for them to mess with the people she was coming to care for. Still. As much as she was missing it, she was doing okay here. She was making a difference here. -- Yes there was a point. It would be gotten to -- She just trying to find a balance. Here. All over again. And it was frustrating. Just when she'd started to get the hang of it, of herself, back home, she'd been thrown back here to start all over again.
There was a part of her that wanted to Paige stuff. To do things for herself. Because, man, she used to be fun. As much as she tended to dismiss Spike's words (comments coming from a vampire who stole cars for fun, weren't comments that she tended to weigh heavily), there was a point. Not that she'd go stealing stuff. But no one said embracing certain sides of herself (or well, beginning to) had to mean that she had to ignore other things. There was also a part of her, that felt that she could be doing more. Some how. Than she was. But she didn't know what it was. She really wished that Leo was here. Even just for him to tell her that she could figure out what she wanted, what she was looking for, on her own. And of course, still, another part of her wanted both. Something beyond than just a balance. It wanted ...
Paige let out a frustrated sigh, pushing her palm against her forehead, pushing up her bangs slightly and pressing her finger there a second before dropping her hand. Whining to herself wasn't as fun as whining to someone else.
Crossing her arms, the tiniest of pouts on her lips as she walked down the sidewalk of Lawrence. She was out because she'd been feeling a tiny bit cooped up. She had her excorcism written down, holy water in her purse, and a cute little rune that provided her with protection. It helped that she could orb out in a pinch if she needed to. She hoped that she didn't have to. She'd probably hang out at one of the bars in town. They were good ones. Nothing here hit the calibre of P3 but they had good talent, good food, ... it was fun. When she managed to get to it.
She was walking. When her eyes caught something. An art supply store. If she hadn't passed this way before, Paige would have thought that there was a higher power messing with her at the moment. In fact, if she had been at home, she would have thought it. And a couple of muses. Because she had promised that she wouldn't have let it slide. Her skill. But she had. The truth was, however, she'd found herself passing by it more and more whenever she went out.
Pursing her lips slightly into a firm line, Paige decided-suddenly-that perhaps it was time to finally listen to herself. However, before she could take the steps towards the store, her eyes noticed something else. She'd been adjusting her purse, eyes looking both ways before crossing the street when her attention caught something. Or rather someone. ... some being? Whatever. Her eyes caught .. an angel. Which was really strange. Because she never imagined that they'd be hanging around on street corners doing ... being .. what was he doing? She wasn't sure but she was suddenly intent on finding out. Could you blame her? She was rather sure that nosiness was a genetic trait passed down generation after generation of Warren women. And truth be told, out of all three sisters. Paige very well likely had it the worse.
Turning slightly she walked towards him ... she didn't remember his name. Which was probably bad. But he'd been around less. She remembered Anna because she was a girl. The only one she'd seen around. Uriel because he was a jerk. And Aziraphale because he was nice to her. Actually, he was nice to everyone and she'd found herself actually liking a higher being. There were only two in existance that Paige could say that she more than tolerated. Both had been from her world, and one of them was dead. The other was a thirteen year old kid. So really the fact that she liked the Angel at all, was really a big deal.
Still not knowing his name didn't stop her from approaching him. Oh, but if it actually could have.
It started with a C didn't it? C .. assius? Castings? Ceres? No, that was a goddess. She knew that. Cess . .. Ci ... Cas. Definitley Cas. Oh! She remembered. "Hey!" She called out, "Castiel."