Yin Izumi
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 28, 2011 14:39:44 GMT -5
   She didn't even bother knocking.
The demon trudged right into Chuck Shurley's home without second thought. Her head was hung low, and there was evidence of tears prior to her appearance. She was not much of a demon to look at this early morning. It'd been a long night, and she meant a long night last night. A lot of it had been pleasant; it'd been something she'd needed. The rest had been a disaster that tore her in two, and he'd known. He had to have known. The demon had swollen hot with anger until the moment she'd walked in the door, then it'd diminished. Who was she to ever know the future?
Yin Izumi inspected the shack with little care. It looked as gross as it had last time. Dirty. Filthy. Well, it wasn't that bad. Yin was just finicky about living spaces. Who was she to judge? Absentmindedly, she kicked a few papers on the floor to the side. It was better than nothing. A lot of people had a whole lot of nothing.
She walked inside, careful to take her shoes off at the door, as was a custom she kept, and felt the carpet beneath her bare feet. It felt nice. Why am I thinking such simple things? Am I depressed? Yin thought dully and noted a glass set out for her. Her head tilted to the side, he's expecting me?
That further proved he'd known, but Yin was no longer angry at him. In fact, scaring him would just make her feel worse. She just wanted to talk.
"You're expecting me, then?" She called softly throughout the house. Yin took the drink and had a seat on the couch before taking a sip. Gah...she hated anything but red wine that was alcoholic. "So, you knew he was an archangel all along, didn't you?"
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T H O U G H T S * Mah self-proclaimed friend! -huggles, sobs-;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
T A G G E D *Chuck;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by chuck on Jul 30, 2011 15:15:35 GMT -5
 ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKSOkay, so maybe for a prophet, Chuck didn’t have the best foresight. But that didn’t mean he didn’t see the future. He just… got a massive migraine and drank until he passed out, was all. (It was all kind of Fitzgerald, really.)
But the fact was, he knew to expect company, and he knew exactly what company to expect. In retrospect, he could’ve cleaned up a bit better, but she wouldn’t care right now – the weird demon lady had more on her mind than the overall niceness of some guy’s house. If you think about it, actually, he wasn’t some guy. He was probably the only person, aside from Gabriel, that the poor girl knew. That was why he’d left her out a stiff drink; one part consolation, two parts peace offering, three parts “I hope you’re too drunk to rip out my lungs through my ear.”
“…Um,” he said, peeking his head out from the kitchen. “Yeah… it comes with the job, I guess. Are you gonna do something violent if I come out, now?”
It’s not that he was fearing for his safety. (Okay, a little. Demons are scary, okay?) But if she did attack him, then the Archangel would come down and there would be light and a lot of noise and – pow. He’d be picking Yin out of the carpet for weeks. Nobody wanted that, least of all the lady herself, so…
Yeah. Give her booze. It seemed like the best idea at the time.
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 30, 2011 16:44:34 GMT -5
Yin wasn't sure how to feel about him hiding in the kitchen from her. In a way, she should've expected it. In another way it sort of offed her. It had to be two sides speaking to her. There was the human part of her, which was long since corrupted, but still present. It was angered that no one could be at ease with her. No one who was human and knew she was not human, at least. Then the demon side was sympathizing. Yes, she was a demon and, yes, demons were scary. It was sort of bizarre.
He'd offered the drink, though. Yin figured that made her welcome enough in his home. The Archangel tethered to him had yet to come. It had to have known she had no harmful intentions, or perhaps she was meant to be here? For all she knew this was all "predestined" or whatever. Yin didn't care. She took another drink of the disgusting alcohol before setting it down on his coffee table and turning her head in his direction.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Chuck. I just want someone to talk to. As you may already know, I don't know many people who actually like me. I figured you'd be the most tolerant on the list. Oh, sorry about your computer, by the way. I didn't know he'd bust it. I hadn't even wondered why he'd do it or think he was, perhaps, hiding something from me." Yin sighed. There was no need to specify what she wanted to talk about. Chuck probably already knew so she was just getting right into it. It was a relief, in a way, to not have to justify herself. He already knew. It skipped preliminary talk that Yin just didn't want to go through right now.
The demon patted the couch invitingly, "take a seat, why don't you? This is your home. You shouldn't have to stand." She also simply didn't like the idea of sitting alone. It was a pain to talk to someone who wasn't in a close vicinity. Yin may have been a demon, but she was still a female. Females liked to share their emotions and "talk about feelings". Yin was no different once she was worn down, and she was worn. She was really, really worn. Yin gave him a pleading look, "please sit down and talk to me, Chuck. I don't have anyone else right now. Please?"
W O R D S * Who cares? ;;
T H O U G H T S * You get him, Yin. Give him those puppy eyes. ;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
T A G G E D *Chuck;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by chuck on Jul 30, 2011 18:32:16 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Oh, God. She was doing the girl thing. The one where she’s all hurt and sad like a baby bird that’s been hit by a truck, and you look so hard at its broken little wing and messed-up little legs that you don’t notice the switchblade in its other wing and all of a sudden, bam. You just got murdered by a wounded sparrow. But the reason this was a girl thing was because it worked, damn it. She was there, and yes, she was a demon, but she was also a woman and one who was going through tough shit.
I really hope I don’t regret this, he thought, dipping back into the kitchen before he re-emerged, holding a half-full bottle of cheap whiskey in his hand. “It’s fine. My fault for letting you guys see it in the first place, shoulda been more careful.” He sat down across from her and set the bottle between them. The look on his face said that he wasn’t going to beat around the bush, either. He knew that she knew that he knew and he just didn’t want to talk about it.
Not knowing where to go from there, Chuck poured himself a glass not unlike hers, but fuller. His hand shook as he did it, slightly, and his eyes kept going back up to Yin – not like he could help it. Demon, after all. “But, I, um… I should tell you I’m no good at relationships. So, getting that out of the way.” He took a very long drink from his cup, in small gulps. “So, what… would you like to talk about, Miss Izumi?”
It felt sort of weird calling her “Miss Izumi” after what he had to re-write about her… adventurous night. (Yes, he’d written it – his books weren’t called trashy for nothing. Come on. He knew most people didn’t buy his stuff for the insight into family dynamics.) Itt would be weirder to call her anything else, though.
He took another drink. In fact, this whole thing would be really damn weird. But here it was.
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 30, 2011 21:09:41 GMT -5
What did she want to talk about? Yin watched him miserably as he sat down with the whole bottle of whiskey. She hated whiskey, but damned if she wasn't going to help him down that bottle. The demon took her glass and downed the rest of the drink he'd left out for her before taking the bottle and filling herself up again. The two of them could get drunk together, well, Yin took longer to get drunk being a demon. Chuck would probably die from overconsumption before she started to feel something. That Archangel would be pretty pissed if that were to happen; Yin was going to make sure Chuck didn't drink himself to death by being nervous from her presence. She'd be public enemy #1.
Reclining back on the couch, Yin almost laughed at the thought that she might very well be in self-proclaimed therapy. Is that how any demon would feel after learning the person they'd connected to after years, and years of nothing was an Archangel, especially after fucking said Archangel all night long under a false pretense, and after all that still liking him. Hell...cut out the demon and angel part, and keep it as just a male and female? Same. Damn. Thing. Yin wondered how much of an idiot she was for still wanting to be around him. Hell...for, after she slapped him and screamed, to calm down and kiss him and...
She hadn't left until that morning. Yin had bent down, kissed him on the cheek, smiled, and vanished. She hadn't seen him since. She didn't know if she wanted to see him.
"I don't know, really...I'm just...upset? Hurt, I suppose. I don't know what I feel right now. I don't even know what to do." Yin's dark eyes glanced up at him. "You know things. What should I do? Do you think I should see him again?"
Yin supposed the real question was: would she? The answer to that was yes, but it wouldn't be a pleasant reunion. Yin was unaware of the danger she was soon to be in, and the torture about to come upon her. When she found out it would be too late, but perhaps there could be a subtle warning. Something to help the poor little demon and this path she was going down...
W O R D S * Who cares? ;;
T H O U G H T S * BONDING TIME ;;
M U S I C *Killing Loneliness-HIM;;
T A G G E D *Chuck;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by chuck on Jul 30, 2011 23:04:57 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Chuck watched her measuredly as she spoke, his eyes barely clouded at all by drink. Apparently, he himself had built up something of a tolerance over the years; which was weird for a guy his size, but then, being a prophet had to have some perks. Didn’t it?
He looked down into his drink, swishing it around in the cup. This needed some thought… because, he knew what was going to happen to her. She would see him again whether she liked it or not, and it wasn’t going to be nice. It would not be all okay in the end, and nobody could do anything about it. What could he tell her? Well, he’d either stay quiet and give her words of comfort… but he wasn’t good at those. Wouldn’t work. He could tell her everything, but then that would just ruin all the time she had left. Either way he went, according to this plan, she was gonna get screwed. She’d have a good destination, all things considered, but that didn’t make him feel better about what he was doing to her. He sighed, shoulders drooping, and –
An idea struck him. He couldn’t speak everything or stay quiet, so there was always the middle ground. God, he really didn’t have this “wizened prophet” thing down yet at all, did he?
“The problem’s not that he is what he is, though,” he said slowly. “Unless you’re scared of him, and I don’t think you are. The thing about him is that he doesn’t give any f—well… um, you know what I mean. He doesn’t care about ‘boundaries.’ But, the people he gets surrounded with… those are the problem. He took another gulp from his cup, getting redder in the nose and a tad more courageous with his words. “So, if you’re both careful about those guys… why not just go see him again? If you can get past the, uh, angels-kill-demons thing.”
Yeah, he was simplifying things, and no, it wouldn’t really change the future all that much. But part of it, he felt like part of it was what she wanted to hear. And at a time like this, full of uncertainty and decisions, she needed to hear what she wanted to hear. God knew, he’d been down that road himself a few times.
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Post by Yin Izumi on Jul 31, 2011 14:15:19 GMT -5
So, the verdict was to give the Archangel a chance. Yin wondered if that was because it was said she was going to, or if it was his genuine opinion. The demon gave him a level look before, with a slow nod, downed her glass of whiskey again. She winced and coughed, "damn this stuff...This is the reason I hate whiskey. Well...I hate most all alcohol except the red wine. That stuff is delicious." She filled the glass again despite herself. The taste would grow on her she figured.
Mauling over his words, Yin shook her head and sighed. "Chuck, I don't know how you stand it. You know how this story is going to end...how my story is going to end, don't you?" She gave him a pleading sort of look, though she knew the answer was yes. He knew how her life was going to play out. He knew how it'd played out in the past. "How do you...how can you deal with that? Why is my life so important? To you? To Heaven? I'm just a crossroads demon, who was once human and sold her humanity for another. I just don't understand it..."
Were the drinks getting to her? Really? That had to be why she was blurting all this out to the prophet. She could've had low self-esteem, too. Yin wouldn't doubt that. She shook her head again and rubbed her forehead, "actually, nevermind. Forget it...I...I don't know what I'm blubbering on about." Her dark eyes cast a glance into his blue ones, "so give Gabriel a chance, right? Be careful doing it...but go back to him? I suppose that's the answer I was always pining for." Yin gave Chuck a small smile, "thanks."
W O R D S * Who cares? ;;
T H O U G H T S * Yeah..thanks for putting her on her path to doom, Chuck! lol ;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
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Post by chuck on Jul 31, 2011 22:48:56 GMT -5
 ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKSChuck just gave her a funny look. What was wrong with his whiskey? It was strong, it was maybe ten bucks for the bottle, and it drowned the noise in your head. He liked the more expensive stuff, sure, but when you write for a living, that’s only for very special occasions. Like, say, your funeral. Thankfully (hopefully) that was a long, long, long way down the road.
“Oh boy,” he said, taking another swig. She really liked to ask the hard questions, didn’t she? He had to think, so he just quieted down and waited for her to finish speaking, first. After all, she hadn’t come to him for advice. Not really. He knew that she just needed the company.
“I… I ask myself the same thing. Why, out of all the people on earth, did Heaven choose me to be their prophet?” Another mouthful went down his gullet; the last of that cup, too. “But you can’t ask yourself that or you’ll go totally nuts. Yeah, I know what’s gonna happen to you, but I can’t answer your questions ‘cause I don’t know. You just… are. You’re written that way.”
A look of sympathy crossed his face as he poured out another for them both. Destiny, he supposed, was a really funny thing. Like lightning. You never know where it was going to hit, and if it hit you you’d probably die, but some people get struck again and again and have to live through it every time. Between the two of them, he figured that it was… understood, at least.
“Mm, glad I could help out,” Chuck said, his voice just slightly slurred. “Just… don’t… don’t waste any time, okay? Whatever you do, do it like there’s no tomorrow.” He slumped forward in his chair, just a bit, but enough to let the weariness on him show. A lot of weight was on those tiny human shoulders. “Cause… I don’t really know so much, anymore. I don’t know what happened, but my outlines, my plans have gone missing… I don’t know how everything that’s going on is gonna get resolved.”
Straightening some, he set his cup aside and removed his glasses, running a hand over the side of his face. “Endings are hard.”
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Post by Yin Izumi on Aug 1, 2011 22:42:20 GMT -5
"How can one simply be "written" any way?" Yin challenged. "Are you implying everything is destined? Is free will an illusion?" That meant that she'd have ended up with Gabriel no matter what she did. Yin was unsure if that was a good or bad thing in itself. It wasn't something she wanted to think on. Her whole world did not need to center around him. There were other things to worry about--like what Chuck was implying.
Endings are hard. That phrase sent a shiver all through Yin. Had it been meant as simply a statement, or was there more to it? Was her ending hard? Yin shifted in her seat uncomfortable and closed her eyes. It was stupid to get so worked up over one phrase. Still, it meant so much to her, and might mean more than she thought it did. "Yes...endings are hard..." Yin whispered before looking back up at Chuck. "But so are beginnings. It's just that...no one realizes it. They think it's easy, but it's not. Endings are new beginnings, and since endings are hard then so is the opposite side."
Silence took over the demon as she drank another glass of whiskey. She wondered how she truly felt about this prophet. How could she hate him when he'd never chosen this life? Who would? Yin wasn't sure how many people would be able to stand it. Though, she secretly was sure the sex scenes were worth it. Bastard. Yin's cheeks flushed red at the thought that she was actually curious to see them. Did they sound as good in writing as they'd been in reality?
Yin sighed, "Chuck, thanks for talking to me. I appreciate it, really." She smiled, "and I'll return the favor, if needed. Let's call it a sort of friendship, mm?" Her glass raised to him offeringly. A clink of the glasses to celebrate their...strange...relationship so far.
W O R D S * Who cares? ;;
T H O U G H T S * POWER OF FRIENDSHIP ;;
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Post by chuck on Aug 3, 2011 19:03:01 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS “We wouldn’t know even if it was, so what’s the point in thinking about it?” he said, half-shrugging as he sipped down another part of his drink. It was wearing on him a bit, clearly, but he had a tolerance. Sort of. “Destiny, free will… they’re all just words. I write what I write, and it happens. That’s all I know.”
It’s something he thought about a lot, really, when the Winchesters first showed up at his door. Did his writing cause things to happen? Was he taking their free will by doing it? And, honestly, did it matter? They thought as they thought and did as they did; if that was all at the whim of God, who would notice? It was just more comforting to figure that they had minds of their own.
Chuck noticed her discomfort, but didn’t mention it, half out of politeness and half out of I-hope-she-doesn’t-get-drunk-and-eat-my-skin. Her words on endings were… okay, yeah. Weird. He hadn’t ever really thought about it like that before. But he had a flair for the simple, the direct, the Hemmingway. And in her case…
“Um… I guess so. But endings are just The End. There’s no new beginning afterward. One of those always comes, eventually.” Awkwardly, he tried to give a little half-smile and shifted in his seat, clearly not feeling too comfortable. He couldn’t come out and tell her, but damn it, she deserved to have the chance to savor the moments she could, really savor them. “I try to savor the middle bits, before they get that far. You know… of stories…”
Honestly, if it was a friendship, it was hands-down the weirdest one Chuck had ever heard of. A demon and a prophet. Could they really be friends, when she terrified the hell out of him? When he embarrassed the daylights out of her, publically, just by doing his job?
…The answer seemed pretty yes. He raised his glass and clinked it with hers, a resounding ching to seal the deal. Except, it was more like a clack. Damn cheap whiskey glasses. “To friends?” he asked, pulling the glass back to his lips.
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Post by Yin Izumi on Aug 5, 2011 10:37:45 GMT -5
Their glasses clinked and Yin downed the entire glass. God, what was wrong with her? Oh, right, she'd be an alcoholic if she could. Yin laughed softly at her internal joke. If only she could drown her sorrows and despair in alcohol. Her life would be so much easier. Was it that she felt a little tipsy even now? She hoped not. The last thing Yin wanted to do was suddenly get drunk and get all over Chuck, because, dammit, she would. She'd take that idiot's virginity because he surely still had it. There's no way Chuck had ever gotten lucky. Yin, though, could make it his lucky day.
What the hell are you thinking? She yelled at herself and shook her head clear of the thoughts. Are you really drunk? Idiot. There's someone else... Yin's dark eyes closed and she shuddered. Her chest ached, and she hated herself for it. Get over it...why can't you just get over it?
What Chuck had said made a lot of sense. "Yeah...savour the middle bits..." She whispered and nodded. It made so much sense...Yin knew she couldn't give up now. Just because she had began to like an Archangel, and hadn't known...it was no reason to shut him out when it hurt just as much to let him go. Yin suddenly began to feel a renewed sense of confidence. Her head lifted and her posture straightened as a wide smile spread across her lips. "Goodness...Chuck, thank you..."
The demon set the glass down, stood, and hugged the prophet. She made sure her movements were slow and that she was gentle. Yin knew he still feared her, and she didn't want to scare him too badly with her affection. She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, "thank you so much, Chuck. You're wonderful." The demon placed a gentle, friendly kiss on his forehead before backing away. Her spirits seemed lifted as her dark eyes shone. "I know what I need to do now, but I need to do it quickly before it's too late...I hope you don't mind, but I must go...I'll stop by later to check up on you." She smirked and winked, "I'll get us some good stuff next time. We'll enjoy a nice drink together again, yeah?"
W O R D S * Who cares? ;;
T H O U G H T S * HE'S A MIRACLE WORKER ;;
M U S I C *[silence];;
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Post by chuck on Aug 8, 2011 11:52:05 GMT -5
ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS AND CUTTING REMARKSEVERYDAY I WRITE THE BOOKARE CAPTURED HERE IN MY QUOTATION MARKS Gulp. Chuck, to say the least, was not the most huggable guy; sure, he could snuggle his pillow like nobody’s business if he was watching a movie that made him cry. If he was drunk enough, he could be found to be hugging his household appliances. But he was basically a little twig, and other people hugging him, much less demons, was just a little bit awkward.
Still, Yin seemed… genuine. He reached around clumsily and gave her a little pat on the back, his other hand still holding his cup. Maybe it was the booze talking, but she felt kind of nice.. cool and warm at the same time, like hugging the side of a fridge. He could deal with it, as long as she didn’t grind his bones to make her bread or something. Which he still wouldn’t put past her, because hey, demon.
“S’okay,” he slurred, shrugging one shoulder. “I, uh, really didn’t do a whole lot… but, hey, glad it helped.” Were he a bit more sober, he would’ve fussed over her offer to return, but instead he just shot a quick glance, expression becoming wary.
“O-okay, if you insist, but… um, I know your hellhound’s out there… can you maybe tell it to go do other things when you visit…?” Of course, Chuck couldn’t see the thing, but his stories were third-person limited, and whenever he wrote about her, he was writing in her point of view. He just knew it was there because he’d read that she would bring it, and regardless of her apparent not-absolutely-evilness, he was still a tiny bit unnerved by having an invisible hell-beast carved from the flesh of the damned on his lawn. Probably peeing on his flowers. Hell-pee. The thought occurred to him to water his garden with holy water, first, to make sure the hell-pee didn’t make them into demon flowers…
It was pretty obvious, from the vacant stare on his face, that his thoughts were getting away from him. He looked not unlike a zombie with an existential crisis.
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