Time Won't Let Me Go [aw]

[Little Lion]

The remnants of fading sunlight lost their strength quickly, marking the passing of speeding minutes. Though, not even they could turn the hours faster. They refused to be moved and dragged on to their leisure falling one by one like the days off a calendar. The passing of each one left anticipation for the next who took to long to end. Time had it's own plans and would not let retreating sun or eager night pull it to fast. It didn't much care for who it bothered by it's passing, it's hesitations, it's staying. For the night, most everyone was contented with time and it's choking ways. Though in every sheparded flock, there is the discontented black sheep.

A flash of green in street lights marked the passing eyes of an impatient woman. They fell on the clock, whose hands barely moved yet raced all the time, with a look of umbrage towards the tormenting leisure of what she was sure must be a clock towers stuck gears. With a disgruntle sigh she turned with a fox like grace and in a few leisurely steps had made a swerving way to the opposite end of the street, teetering on the curb and holding boredly to another street light. Lush pink lips with a touch of lavendar hue pulled into a thoughtful pursed twist before reverting inward and relaxing back into their spot. Her fingers rolled on the lamp post so she could hear the noise of the silvery rings adorning her fingers click against the metal of the post. Another sigh escaped her the pink lips, another minute down. The woman's head turned and with it the loose waves of dark brown hair tumbled over her shoulders and loose bangs fell into her eyes. Her eyes had fixed themselves onto the rings she was tapping against the post. With mild intrest she with drew her hand from around the cool metal and inspected the percious metals and gems adorning her fingers. It had occured to her that they were all worth a quite a great deal yet she had spared little for any. A sickening smile twitched on the corner of her lips, cold, and vengfully satisfied. It seemed to be quickly reigned in by some sort of concious with in the woman. Another minute.

Her slender fingers dropped to the bottom of a soft, light weight, dress. It's shade of black wasn't to dark but was far from faded giving it a fuzzy sort of shade, yet the dress held a silky sheek look. The combination became something the senses simply wanted to reach out and touch. The green eyes skipped back down to the heeled shoes strapped on her feet. Her thoughts had gone from how long she had been standing out here to how long she'd been standing in these heels. She knew better but she couldn't help it. Another minute.

In a graceful sway, the woman had turned her lithe form to face the building tucked on the corner opposite from her. The light was still out on the sign above the door and no sickening yellow glow was coming from the windows, no one was inside. "For crying out loud." The woman's fingers rose to her lips and fell to her side in a frustrated sweep. It had become strange to her that almost nothing was open on time tonight. Not the clubs she wasted her weekends in or the bars she wheedled free drinks from. The strange event was the reason for her outcasted self yet that was only reason one. The second reason had been the unfortunate loss of her apartment key and the wonderful absent of anyone with intellect enough to get her in. It was about now the woman would give anything for one person who had a lick of intelligence.


[>____> big fat introduction xD pick something to do and go with it.
there are plenty of options, be creative. she obviously clubs, pretend you know her. she wheedles drinks, pretend you bought her one, she can't get into her apartment... oh snap >_>
she is be familiar.
she might have killed you, bitch slapped you, put a pox on your entire house.
give her a name, it's not that easy to hide xD
and you know you love (and by that I mean hate) as much as I do the fact that my out of character totally lost all literature structure ]

[Asphyxia]

[it's Rio, she's drunk and unfortunately she'll meet Darien. bahaha.]

Walking down the street had been an angelic figure with a lucid expression and a bright, glowing aura surrounding his silhouette. His blonde hair had been tucked behind his figure braided in a long pony tail, side bangs dripping at either side of his eyes creating a concealing wall over the left side of his face. Amazingly enough, the corn-flower drippings had been stray enough to expose his deep blue rings that brightened the distance of his peripheral. The ivory man with a pink flush had been gracefully sashaying over the street, treading it's own way endlessly somewhere else to hinder himself for a while. Instead of wearing the same uniform he always wore for when he was a guardian angel, the sky scraper of a man wore a white tank top exposing his muscled, buff arms and chistled chest, accentuating his abbed stomach perfectly. His lower legs were covered by navy blue, polyester pants that rolled up to his ankles and some worn-out charcoil flip flops.

Today was the day that Darien, Evita's Guardian Angel, had taken his day off to take Evita on a nice little day to the amusement park and to just enjoy the nice day. Now it was night and since Evita had been tired, Darien had taken her back home so she could rest and he could get back to his job.

Darien had been oblivious to the factor that Evita's mother had been around, walking like some treacherous, broken woman around in hazy, hollow and staggering steps. In between his slender fingers a piece of pale parchment covered his occupied eyes as he strayed them to encounter the vixen's graceful figure standing idly and squinting into the distance. It took the protective saint just a minute to figure out who this beautiful movement standing there, looking a little enibriated. His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and his arms dropped, tucking the paper in his back pocket. "Miss Rio?" He called soothingly, his weight shifting into his front leg, leaning to her interval so she could easily spy him.

[Little Lion]

[... not drunk xD bahahaha]

The woman's gaze had been resting on the dull colors of the wall, a simple spot for her eyes to go while her mind worked out how on earth she'd get in her apartment or a place to stay. Her eyes, accustimed to the darkened colors squinted in a hurried rush as their resting place was disturbed by the infringing luminiscent white hues of Darien. The woman's head made a small dip as her eyes blinked shut for an instant, trying to recover from the blinding intrusion. She drew a breath and tucked fallen strands of hair behind her right ear before looking up. She made out the form of a casually dressed male and found him to be quite the load of eye candy. Remembering her horrid posture, she straightened up and soothed the dress around her form and back down her legs. "Yes?" She asked, looking the man over. "Do I know you?" Her eyes had gained a slight squint, a harder look falling over them giving her that aura of a woman not to be toyed with.

[oh how my headaches make roleplays suffer >_<]

[Asphyxia]

[...<_<]

Darien found his eyes widening a little when the graceful warm woman responded but with the denoting tone he'd recognized immediately. Times before, he heard from his companion Trent about Rio's demeanor and the least he wanted to do was trigger the fire within. Toy with fire, you get burned. Instead, a small tinge covered the small of his cheekbones, his eyes sweeping across the pavement to finally find words while puzzling an enlighten smile, a little spice of the angel's own beautiful personality. "Well, kind of..." he bit down his inner lip, chewing a little before responding. He knew he could handle being around Rio, after all, he was a saint who could be just as serene with a blatant object but he couldn't help just to be a fragment frightened by the woman. Nonetheless did he poise his broad shoulders, recovering in a few seconds whatever inconvenience he had seemed to show. "I'm Evita's guardian, Darien." His lips pulled up in a charming and beaming smile, the tone of his voice soothing and bright.

[Little Lion]

[don't give me that look T_T]

The woman's intimidating presence dropped a notch as she noted the mild bashfulness of the man infront of her. She supposed it was something of her doing and flattered herself by it. A mild smile graced her features lending a softer touch to her eyes and melting some icey edges. "Oh?" Her mind was already going through different places of interest as she waited for him to name where they'd met. His answer had caught her off guard. "Oh n-what?" The glowing expression of her face turned to exhasperation. Trent had tainted the meaning guardian angel for the woman, turning it into a thing of distaste. She refocused herself, looking at the angel before her. Her defined cheek bones stood out a bit more as she clenched her jaw in deliberation. "You're a lot different outside uniform." She commented. She had recalled after her inital grossed shock that she had seen him around her daughter before. He really did clean up well. She couldn't imgaine Trent dressing down, even the idea of the thought made her body quake in a small shudder. "I assume you know Trent then?" There was a pause before her next question as she debated how to phrase it. She wanted to make sure they were nothing alike for the sake of her fragile daughter. "You don't seem to have the same antics." She could say it in confident, positive Trent would be as ignorantly chilled as her in a meeting like this. Darien, however, had an easy air of charm.

[Asphyxia]

Although Darien had taken little close note on how the woman had changed her little quaky demeanor in front of him to a much more calmer streak, the woman still had something about her that the angel didn't dear grasp. It wasn't his business anyway since Trent had his job with her, but he'd try to do his best whenever she was around. The beaming shade still swept his charming quirks and complex, flawless as if she had spoken sugar-coated words to brighten his lighten heart. At the mention of his companion Trent, though a small pull of the beaming lips darkened the bright light for a split of a second. Not even kind-hearted Darien enjoyed the company of mutilator of his title although hanging around him for a long time wasn't as bad as it used to be since the purple-haired guardian met Rio. His eyes gave just a little twinge and a small frothy flutter beckoned along his blinks and his tuned chuckle. "I'm guessing you've already met the real Trent?" The small chime of his chuckle could at the least thaw any frozen heart. His eyes closed in little smiles and a reassuring shake strengthen his easy charm. "I assure you that we're not even related."

[Little Lion]

"Real?" Rio echoed the word with a scoff, her eyes closing in a roll. "I'm sure I've met every sleazy side he can possibly contain." She'd spoken the words, quick, low and a dash off hateful. No matter what she called him, he had grown on her and, loving or hating him, he was a part of her life she needed to get by. Darien's light spirit, on the other hand, kept her from bringing to a front the annoyance she might have had for her angel. Instead, she gave a rather pleased smirk to hear they were in no way related. "Good to know." She replied. "You may get to keep your job, after all." She spoke as though she had control of who could be caretaker of her daughter. "But..." The arguementive squint came to her eyes. Her hand rose up, one slender finger pointed towards him and their surroundings. "What are you doing here?" She assumed Trent was a negligent guardian but for this one to be with out her daughter made her wonder if they were all so in and out and careless.

[>_> I think she'll hate all angels after Trent xD]

[Asphyxia]

Any other air of stiffness or nervousness the woman had inflicted on Darien had been swept away quickly by the easy air and approval she had brought forth upon the situation. Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that guardian angels didn't chose to be with the person they protected but vice versa. In a way, they had to be similar but differentiate somewhere which was why Darien was chosen for Evita and Trent for Rio. He wasn't about to mention that they couldn't leave by the command of others and just the command of the being protected; he felt like he might've ruined whatever airy of likeness he had built between him and Evita's mother. When Rio pointed out why he was here--he figured out that she meant without her daughter by his side--he quirked his eyes to the side, sweetly offering a broadening, innocent smile. "Evita went to bed because she was tired, miss Rio. I wanted to go to the grocery store and buy some items to make all of you a healthy breakfast in the morning." Anyone, by the way Darien spoke this sentence, that he really cared and wanted to protect the family unlike Trent.

[Little Lion]

[haha, unlike Trent. what is that man's motive >_> how did he get that job!??! xD]

Despite Darien's well placed, warm smile, Rio was good at her game and kept a scrutinizing gaze through his tale. The lavendar tinted lips pursed at the end of his story and her head moved in a small tilt. "I'm sure she'll enjoy it." The tone masked appriciation by sounding as if he had twisted her arm into saying it. For a moment it seemed her mind was still turning, thinking of some way to test him but there was a heisitation to drill him all at once. "So..." Rio's eyes moved around her surroundings. "I'm sure you'll want to be off then?" She asked. The angel's demeanour was so pleasant she almost didn't want to be left alone on the corner again ripping her hair out in boredom. "Oh..." A small smile crossed her face as she thought of her daughter. The smile was so genuine it was nearly startling. "You know her favorite?" She asked willing to give him a tip if it meant making her daughter's morning a little better.

[Asphyxia]

"Well..." Darien had barely whispered with a little contorting lopsided smile as she offered if he wanted to be off then. In his mind, the shivers still crackled down his spine. Still something about this woman made him want to hyperventilate into a room as if he'd been holding his breath for the longest time. His heart, however, didn't quite comply with the underlying thought. But after ignoring his understatement to figure out what the woman had actually asked him, he was blown over by how flawless and how startling the new traces of emotion over her face were conveyed. The dismissing sourness or impish scowl had taken it's absence and it had been replaced by an overflowing beauty that gave her smiling and some odd grace that had been still present all the while she was intimidating. Maybe it was just in her demeanor to be intimidating but he had to give her quite approving perks. He had to be honest with himself, though. He really didn't know what was Evita's favorite breakfast. This was the first time he was doing this. All the other times, he just took her out to eat his treat. It had been a little easier since he could easily entertain her innocent charm by things she'd like to do around town instead of being crammed and isolated around where they lived. About to succumb into his guilty response, a sudden, blunt and obnoxious voice had made it's irritating entrance with an awful drown of an announcement for greeting which had caused Darien to cringe. Everything now had been forgotten, even the why he was here talking to the woman in the first place. "I'm finally here! Sorry I'm late.." the stressing sound made for this last word had caused Darien to shrug his shoulders to himself while struggling to loosen his jaw again. None other than the other absurd guardian angel did this voice belong to. Wearing his uniform in an oddly neat manner, the purple spikes always seemed to be intact as well with the appearance. With two awkward steps, Trent approached Rio and swerved past her towards the door to see if he could take a wing at it and open the door to the apartment she couldn't apparently open. It was his job after all. Darien, a little disoriented, slanted his eyebrows almost in fret and turned his head with some kind of perpetual shame.

[Little Lion]

Rio's look was fixed patiently and nearly pleasantly. She waited for Darien to come up with some elaborate breakfast scheme and by the look on his face knew an answe rwas coming. As her mind tuned in for the sound of his voice it was met with a loud, trill voice. Simulatneous with the intruding vocals, she drew a breath and closed her eyes, erasing the pleasant look from her face and reverting back to aggitation. The sudden explosion had become familiar to her. One slender hand slipped away from her cotton dress and moved to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose as the twisted, megalomanic angel ignored his surroundings. "Trent." His name left her lips in a quiet whisper. "Trent." She said it again sharper and louder, her eyes moving to their corners in a hard stare. "That's not even my door, idiot." The grumble left her rather loudly. Her fingers moved from her face and flew to his arm in a hard smack. "Ugh." The heavy sigh had a grossed note. Nearly appologetic, the woman turned back to face her previous company. She noted the look on his face and realized it must be the same one she wore and therefore, no words were neeeded. Trent was an understood torment.