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Post by chuck on Jul 19, 2011 22:49:21 GMT -5
 ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKSThe house was reflecting his mental state at the moment. Cups and bowls were stacked up on his desk, a testament to the recent history of his meals. Papers were strewn everywhere, spilling off the tables and onto the floor -- some crumpled and torn and written on, most of them just spread around like newspaper for puppies. Thank Whoever that he didn't actually have a dog, otherwise he'd be completely screwed.
Chuck was, needless to say, in the middle of a very difficult draft. He wasn't sure whether he really should kill her off or not -- because, yeah, divine intervention and all, the hand of the Almighty, but the fans would be totally pissed. The hate mail would have to be delivered by the truckload.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." he muttered, pacing around with a half-full cup of stale coffee in his hand. After a moment of thought, he turned his gaze upward and said, "It's gonna happen anyway, isn't it? So can I just... write it differently? I mean, it's not like these books actually change anything. Except my budget..."
Why he was even bothering to talk to thin air about it, he wasn't sure. Chuck knew damn well that he wouldn't get an answer, but you know, it felt good to say it out loud anyway. It was hard enough being an author, but being a prophet? It was like walking on eggshells. Eggshells that may or may not smite you if you fuck up.
Defeated, he dropped back down into his chair and put his hands to the keyboard. Another typical draft-two day...
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lyrics everyday i write the book by ELVIS COSTELLO
notes chuck is having a bad day :<
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 20, 2011 0:45:09 GMT -5
  Gabriel appeared behind the tired prophet, smirking as he usually did when he saw someone in extreme distress or discomfort. This prophet was, evidently, having a horrible mess of a time on writing his prophecies and Gabe was happy to come in and give him a little "support". Anyways, it was Chuck's fault he was here in the first place. The archangel had heard his plea's and decided to come down and entertain him.
"I don't think the head honchos of Heaven will like that, Chucky boy." He says, giving his honest opinion. He knew his brothers and he knew they hated when people went against them. Surely, they'd see this "change things for budget reasons" as going against them. They wanted Chuck Shurley to write down all that was going to happen, not spice things up and make things fancy for the pathetic few that actually read his novels.
"Although, if you do it anyway, add me in there kicking Michael's ass. Oh, and don't forget to get me and the Winnie boys chilling at a strip club afterwards!"
Gabriel could imagine that too. Giving his brothers nice kick in the behind. He had always wanted to do that, but he knew that smitings would be on the menu if he did. Now if there was one thing Gabe was sure of, was that he was not wanting to get smited anytime soon. |
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 20, 2011 1:04:13 GMT -5
   The demon was not far behind him. Yin appeared behind Gabe, blinking curiously at where they'd ended up. This looked like a random citizen's home. She took a once over at the place and automatically decided she hated it. It would've been nicer if it were clean. The urge to put on an apron and get to work was strong in Yin. She couldn't stand dirty homes. They repulsed her beyond belief. If she needed to, then she'd clean every damn house on this block just to make sure they were worth to be lived in. The demon often pondered if it was because of the poor conditions she'd once lived in. A dirty home may have very well reminded her of the old, poor orphanage she'd been raised in. The idea of that caused the crossroads demon to shudder. Yin wished she could forget her human past, yet it trailed her like a kicked puppy. No matter how much she abused it the past refused to back down. It continuously ate at her and ate at her until it wore her down into drastic attempts to cease it. Though, things were considerably better when she kept company around. A light smile went in Gabe's direction at that thought. He was nice company.
Unfortunately, the demon hadn't heard anything Gabe had said when he'd arrived. She'd come too late, and therefore heard nothing of a reference to the Heavens and Michael, which would've surely given him away. So, the demon was still under the impression that he was a Trickster named Loki with a human nickname of Gabe. The demon rocked gently on her heels as she regarded him and the human male with curiosity. Why were they here? What had compelled Gabe to come to this guy? Why had Yin felt compelled to follow after? Just last night he had been wrapping her injuries from where the group of demons had decided to jump her. She hadn't thanked him for that yet.
"Gabe?" She asked gingerly and took a step toward Chuck. The demon leaned over and began to inspect the tired-looking male quizzically. There didn't seem to be anything special about him that Yin could tell. "Why did you bring us here? Who is this man?" She straightened and pointed to him. "Is he of interest to you?"
Her dark eyes darted to the computer. He was writing something...an author? Yin didn't feel the need to pry into his work so she avoided reading the text. It was almost fortunate for Chuck with the content he was writing. If she'd seen it at that moment, then things might've not ended so well for the prophet...Not that Yin would physically harm him or anything. It was just that hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn, and Yin had quite the sharp tongue.
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T H O U G H T S * So, I figured this is set after the demons beat her up and Gabsie was Mr. Hero, Gabe. If you don't mind. : );;
M U S I C *[silence];;
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Post by chuck on Jul 20, 2011 1:30:08 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Chuck jerked back in his chair, knocking his coffee over. No matter how many times it happened he never got used to the angels doing that. Not Cas, not Raphael, and certainly not... whoever this one was.
"Aw, man! You made me spill my cup," he said, standing up and frantically trying to control the damage before it pooled all over everything. A big streak of brown had splashed down his front, staining his nice white shirt and striped blue pajama pants. Thankfully, his bathrobe was untouched by the syrupy liquid -- but the same could not be said for his keyboard, or the dripping wet pages he now had to wave around.
"I get it, I get it, Will of God, I won't change anything..." he mumbled, flicking a gaze over to the (considerably) taller man. But before he could ask him which Archangel he was, bam, there was an evil demon in the room. He stumbled and hit the back of his knee against the chair, falling into it yet again
"Augh! S-stand back! I am the Prophet Chuck! He lifted two fingers up in the shape of a cross. "I'm protected! B-by angels, really strong... wait, huh...?" It took all of four seconds for him to switch from terrified to confused. Gabe... that meant that this must be the Archangel Gabriel. Oh, boy, he thought. He's not gonna be happy with me...
"...You brought her here?" he asked, looking toward Gabriel. He really didn't know how to feel about this. His heartbeat was racing faster than M. Night's career was failing. On the one hand, this lady was clearly a demon, and demons were bad. Lilith was a demon. But on the other, if a freaking Archangel brought her here, there was a pretty good chance he was safe. Unless, of course, Gabriel somehow knew about his next book, and was here to kill him.
Chuck swallowed very, very hard. "What... what can I do for you guys?"
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lyrics everyday i write the book by ELVIS COSTELLO
notes he'll bite his tongue 'till it bleeds.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 20, 2011 13:31:27 GMT -5
"Gee, your a mess, dude." He quirked an eyebrow at the prophet, who was now freaked out and covered in coffee. Gabriel snapped his fingers, the coffee mess disappearing instantly. "I just came here to chit chat, that's all. We were in the area so I figured "hey let's go visit the midget prophet and get the weather forecast for tomorrow! "." He glanced over at Yin, giving her a smile. "I wanted to see if the weather was nice enough for taking you to the beach, carebear."
If Chuck wasn't already confused as Hell, he was probably even more confused now. An archangel...taking a demon...to the beach? Not to mention he just called her a tacky pet name. Gabriel chuckled. Your average archangel would have smited her a long time ago, but instead he had saved her.
Perhaps this was another sign of the apocalypse?
Gabe crossed his arms across his chest. "Don't mind Yinnybear, Chuckers. Yeah, she's a demon, but she won't do you no harm. Unless of course, you do something that provokes her. But your so...tiny....I doubt you'd be able to do anything like that." ....Yinnybear? ...Where the hell am I coming up with these nicknames? |
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 20, 2011 14:09:02 GMT -5
The Prophet Chuck who was protected by strong angels. That was an interesting name. Yin smirked and took a few steps back to where she was beside Gabe to give the poor human some space. If she didn't give him a heart attack then the conditions he lived in would, or perhaps the cat next door. This guy was quite the nervous wreck. "It's nice to meet you, Prophet Chuck..." She snickered, "my name is Yin. As my friend said here I'm no harm to you. I'm just hanging out with him for a while. Think of me as being like...Casper the friendly ghost...just a demon instead and with a more Asian name."
Her attention went to Gabe as she threw him a dubious look--the beach? Yeah, right. Well, actually, if he really did take them to the beach...she grinned at the thought of seeing him in swim trunks. No, bad Yin. Stop thinking things like that you pervert.
The nickname carebear still brought a smile to her lips. She loved all the cute, little things he called her. The demon stepped behind her companion and wrapped her arms around his chest while resting her head on his back. She threw a smirk over in Chuck's direction. The prophet's head must've been spinning at this sight. Demons weren't usually so lovable.
"The beach sounds lovely, m'dear. I haven't been in such a long time. Can he really see things like that, though? I thought prophets saw visions of the future that are going to happen...and that psychics saw the general stuff as well as possible future events."
Now she threw a curious look at the prophet. What else could he do? Her arms adjusted themselves more comfortably around Gabe and she scooted her body against his back so her chin could rest on his shoulder. It was a really comfortable position, though perhaps a tad awkward for the human. Gabe probably loved it with her body against his back. He'd loved it when she had to undress so he could wrap her wounds. Pervert... she thought affectionately and nuzzled him. Maybe one day he could have her...maybe.
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T H O U G H T S * There's no sexual tension there at all, no! What are you talking about? ;;
M U S I C *Pick Up Line -- Luigi Masi;;
T A G G E D *Chuck, Gabriel;;
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Post by chuck on Jul 21, 2011 5:45:31 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Okay. So the Archangel... was taking the demon on a date. To the beach. He could deal with this. He could, he just... well, he just needed to have a sit-down first. And, hey, he was already sitting down. He glanced down into his empty coffee cup and frowned at it for a moment, considering this incredibly unnerving position he was in, again.
"You..couldn't check the Weather Channel?" he asked, a tiny hopeful tone to his voice. "And, I'm not... I'm not a midget."
Chuck looked between Gabriel and the demon, Yin. Somehow he just didn't see her as a harmless child's ghost, call him crazy -- but then again, if she was that Yin, it didn't matter. He already knew how all of this was gonna go. And, uh, where it had already gone. Don't look awkward, don't look awkward... He swallowed. Dammit, I look awkward.
"I just get dreams of stuff that's gonna happen, and then I write it," he explained to Yin. "But I can't tell the weather unless it's actually important, so, uh... you and Loki aren't really here for a beach forecast, are you?"
The way they were all over each other didn't exactly make him feel totally at ease with himself. Chuck was the type of guy who probably never felt the touch of a woman, so having a total Hugh Hefner-type angel with a sexually frustrated demoness all over him was... awkward. To say the bare minimum.
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lyrics everyday i write the book by ELVIS COSTELLO
notes o.m.g. sleep.
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Post by chuck on Jul 22, 2011 0:59:48 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Chuck knew when to keep certain things to himself. In this case it was “Loki’s” identity – there was no telling what that nutcase of an archangel would do. It would probably involve that nightmare he had once about Roman soldiers forcing him to drag around a huge stick… and… he just didn’t want to relive that again. It was personal. And, okay, more than a little terrifying.
“You can google it… or, no, you’re a trickster, you can just make the weather whatever you want! Come on, guys, it doesn’t take a Prophet to check the Weather Channel. And I’m not a midget…” He looked between them, seeming every bit like the hapless author he was. “I’m in the middle of a second draft, and it’s not going so good, and my editor is breathing down the back of my neck, so can you just… spit it out…?”
…But as soon as he said that, Yin went to his computer. Chuck apparently had more energy in that little body of his than he let on, because he went from zero to sixty in a panic and yanked the plug out of his computer, causing the screen to freeze and blip off to black. He looked around for a moment – maybe he couldn’t stand still, maybe he was looking for escape routes – and swallowed again. Deeper. Shiiit…
“…Uh,” he said, slowing starting to look more and more like a deer caught in the headlights. “I don’t… I don’t know why, I’m just the middleman, okay? I get the dreams, I write them down. Ask an archangel, they’re who I always get them from!”
He was trying very, very hard not to look at Gabriel while he said this. On one hand, he didn’t want to be punched in the face by this demon. On the other, he also didn’t want to get tortured with the Roman thing. Like, really, really didn’t want to, so he figured he’d risk the former instead…
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lyrics everyday i write the book by ELVIS COSTELLO
notes ...and then he realizes he forgot to hit "save"
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 22, 2011 15:34:33 GMT -5
The computer had been unplugged before Yin could read too much of it. Her mind began to work hard at what little memory she had of the screen. Her name had most definitely been present, but then there'd been other names, too. She concentrated as she tried to remember. There'd been one with a ...C? Had it been a C? There had definitely been one with an R. It'd been 'Ra' something. Yin knew that one for sure, but the other was fuzzy to her. It had been the last thing she'd noticed before the screen had blanked. It had all happened so fast, but Yin swore there was a G in there also. The demon didn't know. She just knew there'd been her name for sure. It'd been easy to catch sight of 'Yin Izumi' because it was her name, and the others had been strange-looking. They hadn't truly caught her attention in her shock that the prophet was writing about her.
The hand of her companion resting on her shoulder soothed Yin to some extent. Her muscles relaxed under his grip and she smiled a 'thank you' at him. Loki knew how to make her feel better.
His ordering surprised her. He obviously thought he had some authority over the humans, and perhaps he did. Yin didn't know. She wasn't sure she knew much of anything anymore. Her dark eyes narrowed at Chuck, "in case you haven't noticed, I'm a demon. If I ever found an Archangel I'm sure they'd be trying to kill me instead of trying to calmly explain why I'm in your stories. The last I checked angels hated demons and Archangels especially hated demons."
If only she knew the guy who was comforting her right now was an Archangel himself.
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T H O U G H T S * He's lucky he forgot to hit "save";;
M U S I C *Hurricane --30 Seconds to Mars;;
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Post by chuck on Jul 23, 2011 12:11:20 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Chuck looked between them and gulped. This… this was not going as well as he’d hoped. Damn it, why didn’t he ever get premonitions about stuff like this happening? Wasn’t it a part of their lives, too? Well, maybe he’d accidentally pissed off the Archangels… but, then again, his publisher had told him to knock off the self-insertion stuff. They might not have given it to him ‘cause this wasn’t the part he was supposed to be writing about. God, thinking about it too much made his brain hurt.
“…W-what? The Ro—aw, man, I forgot you guys could read my mind!” he said, voice getting a bit higher as he got more distressed. “Look, you—are you guys sure you really wanna know this stuff? I mean, it’s never good to read into your future. Trust me, I know. But since it’s written in third person, there’s all kinds of personal stuff that just… you know… you probably don’t wanna know.”
He looked specifically at Gabriel. Ever since he’d written Book 90, “Changing Channels,” he hadn’t bothered to hide who he was from the readers. If Yin started reading too much, there was no way she wouldn’t put two and two together and see his real identity in there.
Nonetheless, he plugged his computer back in and booted it up, sitting back down into his seat. For one thing, he really really didn’t want to be tortured horribly. But for another, he had to get back to work, too, and he wasn’t entirely sure he had saved. Damn it! That was a whole bunch of work down the drain, his editor was going to kill—
…Wait. He hadn’t saved. He hadn’t saved! He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the word document open, going straight to his last most recent page. The one where Yin was being saved from other demons. Those death scenes, and most of what led up to them, had been completely erased—and sure, a lot of good, solid work had been erased. But on the other hand? No Roman torture or massive spoilers. Halle-freakin’-lujah.
“I, uh, wouldn’t be so sure,” he mumbled lowly at Yin without taking his eyes from the screen. “If you guys really wanna look, I guess it’s fine… but like I said, there’s… kinda sensitive stuff on here…”
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lyrics everyday i write the book by ELVIS COSTELLO
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 23, 2011 17:02:07 GMT -5
Gabriel tensed just the slightest bit. Shit! What if those predictions have me as a archangel in it? He could tell by the way Chuck was talking to Yin that something must have been up. Something that would surely screw him over.
He leaned over and examined the document carefully before punching it, shattering the screen to keep Yin from seeing whatever that just so happened to be there. "Whoops, sorry bout that midget man, my hand slipped." He gave his best look of innocence and withdrew his, now bleeding, hand.
"But I'm sure everything's fine, Yinnybear." he coos over to Yin, not wanting to upset her, although he was sure he probably did. "Let's get going, okay? Before the video store closes, I thought we would order some smut films for tonight." Gabriel winked.
He moved over towards the door, motioning for Yin to come follow him. "It was great to see you, Chuckie boy, but we should really get going!" Gabe calls over to him. "I'll replace that busted screen for you later!"
Another look of death filled his eyes. By the time I'm done with him he's going to have to replace more than just a screen.
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 23, 2011 17:50:51 GMT -5
Yin took a look at what Chuck and opened before Gabe smashed the computer. What she saw was what had happened last night after her attack and her cheeks turned dark, dark red. "I'd like to know why you're writing stuff about Gabe and I snuggling. I don't see how that could possibly be important to anything." Unless one of them was more important than was let on? Loki was a pagan God; he had to be the reason Chuck was writing this. There wasn't anything about her that was worth writing. Still...that was private stuff! She threw a dirty look at Chuck, "I'd appreciate if my intimate life wasn't written for all to see. That is so wrong. It's wrong that you're somehow writing something that involves me in it anyways. What is this? Identity theft at the maximum."
The demon huffed and crossed her arms; she was happy that Gabe had shattered the screen. If she'd read further, though, she would've realized why he'd done it. It was lucky for him that Yin hadn't chosen to read further on something she thought she already knew. Despite that, the demon was still heavily in the dark on her companion's true identity. She turned to follow after "Loki" as he suggested they leave to get smut films.
"I'll happily oblige in the activity," She laughed. "But I thought we were going to the beach? Which one are we doing first?"
Those smut films might turn out to be a bad idea, she figured. That is, unless he wanted things to get sexually awkward again. The two of them were good at that. Yin glanced back at Chuck; this wasn't going to be the last time she saw him. Yin made a mental note to return, and she would find out what was really going on here. Something was fishy, and she could sense it.
Her arm curled around Loki's as they began to head out and she smiled back at the prophet. "Goodbye, Chuck. We'll see you again sometime!" I will see you again sometime. With that thought in mind the demon followed--unknowingly--an archangel out the door.
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T H O U G H T S * Yin is so in the dark about her life...that's my end post!;;
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