Our Angel Punishment [CLOSED]

[d a n g e r]

Imogen Hansworth
​

Imogen was ready. Ready to communicate with a demon for the first time in her pure-winged life. And admittedly, she was certainly terrified for what she was soon to experience from her enemy. Perhaps, he wasn't as bad as the Government made him out to be, maybe all the trouble this demon caused wasn't his fault? Whatever, whether he did or did not cause that damage, that still doesn't excuse him from being a demon I have to babysit. Imogen thought as she made her way toward the white structure of her High school. And Jesus, did she  dread the overwhelming sight.
​

 
​

Wearily, she made her way toward the reception - he was supposed to meet her, and with him she supposed would be guards to ensure he doesn't escape on the way. The thought, of coming face-to-face made her stomach churn, as if she was on a rocking boat among the salt of the sea. She was wearing all white (alike every other Angel on this earth), she wore a mini skirt which held moderately at her mid-thigh, a white leather jacket to where a large button wrapped around her neck and boots that only lifted to her ankles, plus were heeled from the back. Her nails were long with time whilst her ocean, blue eyes were drained from a lack of time. She had trouble sleeping the night before, it was almost like her pillow was stocked full of rocks and no matter how many times she checked, it was just her imagination.
​

 
​

Imogen took her hand and grabbed a bottle of water from her bag then taking a sip, this her attempt to awaken herself fully. Now all she had to do was wait. Wait for this evil spirit to impact their school and turn her world upside down.
​

 
​

@K A M D E N
​

 

[K A M D E N]

​

Damien Kagura
​

 
​

Damien was feeling really nervous and a little grossed out as the big van pulled into the high school, it was his first time interacting with angels, the little goody too shoes. Oh he was dreading having to do this, but it seemed better then sitting in this big metal box for all eternity. This was his last chance to show the council that he could be a decent person, most demons were bad but he had a pretty lengthy history. They thought that sending him here would help him to not be as bad, which does seem like a pretty easy thing to do with all these angels. He was probably going to go crazy at this place, but he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of him cracking and begging to go back.
​

 
​

Finally they arrived at the school, they had him in chains, just so he wouldn't try to jump out, but they said that they were going to have extra security and so if he tried to escape he probably wouldn't get to far. They had given him clothes and allowed his aunt to stay at a house near the school where they both would live until this was over, his aunt was once married to an angel so she didn't mind being around all of this, they also installed cameras in the house to keep an eye on him. He got out of the van and the guards took the chains off and pointed towards the door, he grabbed the book bag they gave him and he walked towards the school "Oh I hope they are ready" he said to himself with a sinister smile
​

 
​

@d a n g e r
​

 

[d a n g e r]

Imogen Hansworth


Imogen exhaled her breath lightly while her eyes scavenged every glimpse behind the glass door she could gather. Okay, now she was more than nervous. She was apprehensive at this stage, after all, in only a few minutes would a demon walk through those double doors and then she'd be forced to introduce herself... and gosh would her introduction be rough at the sides and stiff on the edges. How as she supposed to do this? How did the Government expect her to do this? Well, of course she was chosen because of her high academic grade from last year... but that score wasn't accurate nor true. She cheated - by accident that is. She swapped her grade with another student, but now she's getting this as her punishment. What happened to scraping gum off desks? Thought the angel.


Shortly after that thought, the swing of the door awoke her from her wonders and Imogen found herself looking straight at a pale boy with dirty blond hair and deep, abyss-like eyes that looked like black, never ending holes. She was frozen for a couple of seconds before standing up from her position very very cautiously. He looked corrupted, or maybe far from corrupted. Possessed - well, technically they were all possessed up and down there. Walking to where he was, Imogen tried her best to manage a friendly smile, but she barely succeeded. "Hello, I-I'm Imogen. I'll be your guide and..." she trailed off at her words and decided to hand him his schedule on paper, "Uh, what's your name?"

 

[K A M D E N]

​

Damien Kagura
​

Damien walked towards the building, he was told before that he was supposed to meet someone by the door that was going to show him around the school, he was dressed in all black like always, a black sweat shirt, dark wash jeans and black combat boots. His hair was a mess but it was always like that. The guards walked to the door with him and then turned to go to the office. He was stopped by a girl, "Damien" he said looking at her, looking her up and down "That's a strange name, do all angels have odd names" he said looking at her. She was going to be walking him around, he wasn't going to object to that.
​

 
​

He looked at his schedule and really wasn't sure where he was going, the last place he wanted to be was here, he already needed a smoke break. He pulled out his pack of tooth picks and put one in his mouth, "Is there a smoking area" he said putting his hands in his pockets looking at her, "This place is a bit to......... clean" he said looking around, it was really weird, the school he went to was completely different.
​

 

[d a n g e r]

Imogen Hansworth
​

At his comment about her name, Imogen felt herself grit her teeth as an effort to hold her tongue. Talk about someone with a big opinion. Her face tightened whilst she retained her lips from bursting out with a sassy remark which she could normally keep down easily. It wouldn't be the angelic thing to do after all. She watched him suspiciously as he gathered his pack of toothpicks, then popping one in. And as much as Imogen wasn't one for judging others, Damien seriously looked scruffy and unorganised - though, that's  probably the look he was going for. Crossing her arms over her chest, the angel took a few moments to just stare at Damien directly into his eyes. "The nearest smoking area is on Earth, so unless you're planning to escape or something, I suggest you keep sucking on that toothpick." She huffed before starting up her speech again. "Look, this is going to be how it works: you follow me, you don't say anything unless it's useful and please, refrain yourself from smoking in the male restrooms." Imogen's eyes narrowed watchfully at Damien, waiting for his answer and for them to begin.
​

 
​

@K A M D E N
​

 

[K A M D E N]

​

Damien Kagura
​

He figured that she really wasn't going to say something back to him, the angels he knew were never ones to just talk back mainly because well angels are nice and heck he was a scary dude, she would have to be crazy to snap back at him. He just smirked at her "Alright" he said, although he was probably going to do that anyway, or figure out somewhere else to do it, or he would just hold off until he got home. All the other angels were just staring at him, well he stood out, being one wearing all black. He remembered what his parole officer had told him, to try to fit in, not get in trouble, basically he was told to sit in the back of the class and not say anything. But oh that was not Damien, "This school could use some color" he said looking around "Maybe some reds, maybe green" he said looking as a group of girls walked by
​

 
​

@d a n g e r
​

 

[d a n g e r]

Imogen Hansworth
​

Imogen rolled her eyes at the lazy smirk Damien was giving her and she moved a stray hair out from her pale face to join the others. She could already sense that this demon was going to be a handful, however that just made her that much more interested about this boy. And she didn't know if that was a bad or good thing now. "Yeah, while you're at it, why don't you spray paint 'jealousy' and 'anger' as well." The angel huffed before making her way toward a pair of double doors. She gestured for Damien to follow her into another hallway of the same distinctive glowing white abyss that shone everywhere around the school. Well, almost everywhere, the janitor's closet was perhaps the room with the darkest shadows. "Anyway, white is pure, honest, fragile - whereas you get black which is evil, rebellious... mysterious." Imogen pursed her lips before curling her hands into a fist, "Kind of like you actually."
​