I am no angel (OPEN)

[CONSTANCE]

Remembering all the times Constance felt normal, felt human was when she got pleasure out of befriending a poor soul that would past any hour or so, relating to the past on how she died and how she killed her mother and little girl. But after that, when the life support would go dead, she would revert to nothing but a pile of shit, like the saying goes "You can't polish a turd"

Atlanta, Georgia

Whisking through the crowd of people everything seemed slow, seem dead and invisible actually that's how everyone saw her when she wasn't alive...But alive or not she felt like the invisible more than anything making her way to the hospital she found the room three zero six....the same room she found herself to be in. Coincidence? no just a reminder of the past, how her death was of natural order but honestly she thought it was all set up because death had no mercy upon a mortal's soul, he could just take whom ever he pleased to take and get away with it because death had no boundaries.

Phasing through the door, she found a young girl resting upon the bed looking out the window. The patient was dying from severe cancer, tragic but it was a job you weren't suppose to care. Appearing near her, she turned into a form of angel since the girl was so religious like her family and she believed in that religious bullshit. "Time...to go my child"

Are you an angel?

Weak in voice, and softened the reapers heart but knew she couldn't let the child live and suffer. "No, but you are going to see lot's of them...and they will take care of you." grabbing her hand and taking her off to where she belonged. Once back on her feet she found herself in the little park resting on the bench thinking about her miserable life.

Angel....right...I'm no angel...I'm death...

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[APOLLO]

Apollo was far beyond the normal limitations of boredom. Perhaps he was even restless. The times had changed so drastically and he found himself constantly having to adapt to the new technologies and new ways of communicating. It wasn’t so much that it was hard to change his habits but it was a bit annoying how fast all of it was improving. Practically daily. He needed something to ground him for a while. Maybe even an intriguing conversation or a pretty face? Either way Apollo wanted it sooner rather than later. Almost endless years of life had taught him patience but he still had that edge of dissatisfaction when he didn’t get his way.

He walked almost in a daze, hands in his designer jacket’s pockets and his mind thinking at a rate of more than a million miles per second. Apollo frowned momentarily, crinkling his nose in distaste at the garbage someone had decided to throw on the floor and refuse to pick up. He hated picking up garbage but the practice of littering was rather irritating. He popped the soda can into the nearby trashcan-seriously, how lazy were these humans? – and continued on his rather lonesome journey.

The deity’s luck seemed to change, however, as he sensed someone nearby. His baby blue eyes stared out at the bench to the left of him and noticed a woman there. No, not a mortal, but a ghost? Hmm. He wasn’t quite sure what she was at first so we decided he’d go over and investigate. “What’s a lovely lady like yourself doing out here all alone?” Apollo put on his most dashing smile, eyes sparkling in amusement as he sauntered over to where she sat.

[CONSTANCE]

Glancing over she found a pagan talking to her...what? As she recalled people don't talk to her, she was invisible but honestly she was slightly flattered at the fact someone would actually stroll up to her and talk to her just like the old days being in high school when she was popular. Staring into his eyes she found them to be very blue like her daughters, full of curiosity and sweet innocence, finding her voice she managed to find the guts within her to speak back to this deity.

"Hmm, okay pretty boy. Lovely isn't my forte and I am out here simply because I feel like it. and I am dead if you haven't noticed so being alone is a lifestyle." her attitude was snobby like usual that's because she has been dead for so long her attitude had changed into something horrid, nasty and simply bitter. Looking away she placed her head on the arm rest and rested for awhile before seeing who else she had to drag to heaven or hell for today.

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[APOLLO]

Pretty boy? Well, he didn’t hear that one every day though he distinctly remembered some man from a couple nights ago calling him that when threatening him. Apollo smirked, just a bit, and pulled his hands free of the pockets so he could properly cross his arms. “That’ll definitely explain the scowl on that beautiful face.” He continued to stick around if only for the amusement this brought him. It might not be a fully fledged conversation yet but Apollo could usually charm his way through any situation. Although this girl seemed like a tough shell to crack. “Why so bitter? It’s not as if you can’t be touched.”

Apollo reached out a hand, brushing his fingers against the woman’s cheek tenderly before pulling it back. He was no mortal and as a deity he could touch things intangible to humans. Death wasn’t any different. “So you take souls to their resting place? How dismal.”

[CONSTANCE]

Rolling her eyes, she gave this deity a hated stare using her weakness. If she told him, she would feel pathetic, useless and horrible again but what else did she have to lose? She already lost everything, her life, daughter and mother all in one day so more the reason to be bitter and hateful against the living or any powerful being that step foot in her area or personal bubble. Pulling away she stood up and looked to him. "About that...I am dead so it gives me rights to be bitter and two I don't like being touched, you Pagans are so affectionate"

Her voice filled with slight annoyance and anger. Gripping her gloves tighter on her hands so she wouldn't kill anyone tonight, she rolled her eyes for a bit before placing her arms around her chest in a rude manner.

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[APOLLO]

Such tragedy seemed to follow this girl. Although Apollo couldn’t do anything so fanciful as read her mind, he could tell from her eyes that she held sadness and despair deep inside. It was unusual to find a reaper like this. Most either had relinquished the hold that humanity had held on them or they had lived rather normal lives. Well, the ones he had met, anyhow. “You can call me Apollo…May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, at the very least?” It was impolite to speak to a lady without knowing her name. Apollo might have been a pagan but he was also a gentleman.

“Us Pagans? I would think that a touch would bring you comfort. You can connect with someone through touch.” Apollo let out a hearty laugh. “And I mean that in the purest of possible ways so don’t misread my statement as innuendo.” He held out his hands in defeat. “I will do as you wish and not touch you.”

[CONSTANCE]

Eyes widen, she stood up and looked at him with an annoyed expression upon her face, why should she tell him anything yeah he was sweet and kind like any girl would want in a man but usually all the cute and good ones are usually going for the other team especially a pagan at that. Laughing at his touchy feeling joke she sort of opened up a bit before actually going down into her comfort zone and being casper the friendly ghost. "Okay, Apollo wouldn't you have a tan or some dark baked skin since you are a sun god. And my name is Constance that shouldn't be too hard for you to remember right?"

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Walking over to a tree, sitting down in front of it to catch some fresh air not like she could feel it or taste it.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]

[APOLLO]

Apollo felt a bit accomplished, especially as Constance eased down and started talking to him like he was an actual being instead of some cockroach on the ground. He could tell she had been through tough times but it was always more pleasant when both sides of the conversation were nice and civil. Made things a tad bit easier.

“Although tanned skin is very in this season I picked this body to keep under cover. It’s very hard running away from angels and those types. They take one look at me and I’m a goner, for sure.” His tone was light and airy but it was the truth. “I also grow tired of having one appearance for two long and people get suspicious when seeing a man who has been in old photographs a hundred years ago. This is my latest project. Don’t worry, it’s my own body and skin…I just remodeled it.”

He walked a bit so he could still be relatively close by Constance but gave her space so that she wouldn’t feel trapped or hounded after. The deity disliked causing grief in anyone unless they had annoyed him and required a little touch of his vengeance. “Do you enjoy a nice tan or do you rather like fair skin?” Her skin was fair but some woman he dealt with complained about wanting to change something about themselves. Not all but some. Apollo wouldn’t be surprised either way with this one, she was a bit of a puzzle.

[CONSTANCE]

Laughing a bit, he was talking about her changing her look. Why would she want to change probably the only thing she would change is the fact she was dead and being dead had it's perks but still she wanted to feel, to touch again, to love something so much that's all she would care about but that was all taken away from her because she was the walking dead anything she touched would die.

"Nah, I have no use for my appearance because most people can see me unless I choose to be seen so why should I complain about my looks when I'm dead and I honestly really don't care at all pretty boy.

[/b] winking at him before leaning against the tree and closing her eyes to the beautiful sounds of the park, she missed going to the park with her daughter and playing with her until they got tired and went to go have a picnic together. Sighing she opened her eyes and found that bitter feeling in her stomach again and looked to Apollo.

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[APOLLO]

“You seemed lonely,” Apollo supplied easily, his arms crossed in a lazy fashion. “That’s all. I don’t happen to enjoy discord despite what I am.” The deity, though prone to fits of rage and childish acts, mostly enjoyed things to be peaceful and happy. The world was just a bit brighter with every creature in it being happy. Well, most creatures anyhow.

“Tell me, why are you so distrustful of me? All I wish is a conversation and to understand why you are so…sad. I know being a reaper is a great burden of responsibility but you seem like the type to do such tasks in stride,” Constance was stronger than she let on. She had an inner fire of passion and strength that Apollo could practically feel just watching her. Being a deity and living for so long on the earth gave him a few perks. He wasn’t too shabby at seeing how people truly were.