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#Post#: 406819--------------------------------------------------
The hand that guides.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: May 27, 2016, 12:01 am
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"Easy.... almos'... an' there tis." Whispered words were
received by the soft click of the lock as it opened to his
touch. Within seconds he had the lock box open, and it's
contents on the table before him. A bag full of coins, a stack
of bills, a few bonds, and one rather large ruby. A respectable
score for such a long wait. Filling his pockets the man closed
the box, replaced the lock, and slipped the container back under
the floorboards where he had taken the object from. A quick
glance at the clock on the desk and he breathed a sigh of
relief. Five more minutes before the night watchman returned.
He gathered his articles of business. A lock pick set, a
stiletto knife, and of course the black handkerchief that he
retired around his face. Turning towards the window, he froze as
he heard the creaking of hinges. "What Tha hell." The man spun
around, and stared at the uniformed man in the doorway, before
glancing at the clock. "T-three... three m-m-minutes. F-fuck."
Another metallic click, and the guard had a gun in his hand,
cocked and pointed at the thief. "Oh s-shite..." This was just
perfect, here he was, a gun leveled at him. Caught red handed,
and that damped speech thing started acting up. Slowly he back
towards the open window. "Oi, don't move." The gun was waved at
him, and he froze, his heel touching the wall behind him.
"L-l-listen, I don' w-wan' any t-t-t... problems... my mistake,
I'll j-j-just leave..."
The guard turned on the stuttering thief, and raised his gun.
"Like hell you will. The Yard will want words with ya." That was
the wrong thing to say, he refused to be taken in to the
Scotland Yard. That den of corrupt brutes, acting like they were
the law. "I dun think sah, lad." Came his replu, before twisting
and leaping out the window into the river below, all the while
gunshots chased after him. When he finally surfaced, and crawled
from the freezing water, he lay upon the banks, checking to make
sure his haul was still intact. "Damn fine job ye did there,
Jimmy..."
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Re: The hand that guides.
By: Azure Date: May 27, 2016, 12:35 am
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With clear eyes, she watched carefully. Through a looking glass,
she was like a fly on the wall. Each click was a way in to the
lock at which coins and other treasures were inside. She knew
what was inside, and she knew the thief who was doing it too.
Her eyes rolled to the side as she ran her fingers through her
curly tresses. How could he being doing this again? Sweat beaded
on her brow from frustration and she simply wiped it away. A
soft sigh came to her lips as she glanced around her. She knew
Father was always watching and He knew her attitude toward the
man who didn't pay attention to her at all. He barely believed
that she existed, but it was something that she had to be
persistent on. It was forbidden for her to give up. "Father,
please, give me another candidate. I can't stand him anymore. He
barely listens." Her surroundings shook and she sighed heavily
like a pissed off teenager. "Yes. I know. You assigned us for a
reason." She said sarcastically and clicked off the looking
glass and stepped away. Soon, moments later, she was standing in
the shadows of the human realm. How could Father let her be
apart of someone's life that changed others for the bad. It was
definitely getting old having to answer to wishes of others due
to the man's wrecking habits.
Her fingers twitched as she turned her head to look down the
rubble the humans were to call a road. Within her human garb,
she wrapped up due to the cold weather surfacing the Earth. The
tresses fell down her shoulders and she continued to push
herself to walk forward in the time period's shoes. They were
uncomfortable and she hated being a woman in this time period.
No one knew comfort. Her wings strained underneath her coat in
her skin. She didn't like putting them away, but even when she
pulled them free, Father was not so happy. The rebellious angel
was definitely a learning tool for the Father himself. She
walked with grace as she followed the man that ran free. The
guard had barely noticed him and she shook her head. A soft
smile on her face as she came to stand next to the guard who was
rubbing his sweaty brow. Glancing at her as she walked by, he
smiled and muttered a comment that she wished that she didn't
hear. Her eyes rolled and with a twitch of her fingers the door
to the shop slammed shut and locked the guard out. A simple
laugh escaped her lips and soon she was angling the corner where
she found herself flashed by the river that wasn't far from the
small city. He had ran fast, but she already knew that he had
been working to get another good steal.
She knew everything to know about the man.
He congratulated himself as he pulled himself from the water.
Azure simply shook her head and removed her hat to look at the
man. "You know that you're not supposed to do that. Thou shall
not steal." She said, quoting one of the ten commandments, like
she did every time. A simple shake of her head caused her to
watch him carefully. She couldn't harm or affect his choices as
much as she wanted to. He was simply too much to control! Her
eyes narrowed toward him. "Every time I come around to visit
you, you are stealing something, cheating someone, trying to
kill someone, or bluffing terribly in a poker game. Whenever
will you quit?" She said, looking at the man.
She fingered the fabric of her hat as she looked at him, waiting
for him to respond. However was the man going to cover his ass
tonight?
#Post#: 406824--------------------------------------------------
Re: The hand that guides.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: May 27, 2016, 9:23 pm
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"Right, let's see 'ere..." a hand combed back dripping hair from
his face, as he sat up and dumped the contents of his score on
the beach. Upending the bag of coins, he counted them out and
nodded, before he checked the soaking bills. "four hundred
pound, not bad. These bonds aught be with sumthin' as well." his
hand closed on the ruby in his pocket and pulled it free.
Holding it up to the moon he smiled and let out a low
whistle."Beauty... tha'll be a nice penny." As he sat admiring
the stone, he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the
voice that began to lecture him.
"Oh bloody hell, it's you again!? Ye damnedable woman." The
blade he had produced was slipped back up his sleeve, as this
peculiar specimen rambled on, about 'Sins.' Honestly, it was
enough to make a man swallow his own bullet. "Though shall
not-blah, blah, blah. Save ye bible poundingfor someone who
gives a damn. That man in the clouds ain't dun right by me,
since I was a boy. Ye think one crazy lady following me aroun'
will change that?" James reached down, and grabbed several of
the bills before standing up and walking over.
Grain her hand, he shoved the bills into it, and stepped back.
"Ther, now go on an' git out of 'ere. And stop followin' me, you
mad woman." Honestly it's not that like he cared about what she
thought, or God, for that matter. He had no faith in the man,
not since France, not anymore.
Moving back to his I'll gotten booty, he gathered it up, and
stuffed his wet mask into a pockwt. When he turned, a groan
escaped from his lips at the sight before him. "What do you
want? I gave ya money! Leave me be!"
#Post#: 406828--------------------------------------------------
Re: The hand that guides.
By: Azure Date: May 28, 2016, 10:16 pm
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"Oh bloody hell, it's you again!? Ye damnedable woman."
She stood, and simply shook her head as she lifted her perfectly
manicured angelic hands. "I can take you to hell if you need me
too. Lucifer eats men like you for breakfast." She stated,
narrowing her eyes in the direction of the pissy man. She simply
rolled her eyes. He was definitely one of a kind and she knew by
the way that her body warmed that there were things that she
shouldn't have said. Her wings ached in response to the Holy One
giving her a signal that she needed to be a little more
encouraging. However, this man was definitely pushing her
limits. She sighed under her breath and she glanced to the side,
still fingering her hat's fabric. There was only so much a
guardian angel could do for their chosen human. And, he
continued to bash her presence as well as the Father's."Though
shall not-blah, blah, blah. Save ye bible poundingfor someone
who gives a damn. That man in the clouds ain't dun right by me,
since I was a boy. Ye think one crazy lady following me aroun'
will change that?" The woman felt rage enter her veins of the
human form. She felt as if her light was going to shine through
and burn his eyes, as she wished she could do that, but her holy
light would not be used in that manner...At least not at this
point. She shrugged it off.
When he moved and continued to count the bills before stuffing
them in his pocket, she wished that she could poof it back where
it belonged, but she knew that it was all going to come back to
him in a matter of time. But, even with being his guardian
angel, she was to guide him and move him to the right path, but
he was harder than she could have ever imagined. Being years and
years older than him, she had seen many headache cases, but
never this difficult. She paused and lifted up her eyes to the
sky for a moment. And during this time, he had walked over and
stuffed the bills in her hand, as if it were going to pay for
all of his sins. A laugh escaped her lips as she stared at him
for a moment, as if he was crazy. "Do you really think this is
what is going to get me to leave you alone?" It didn't stop him,
he began to bash her more and wish her away. "What do you want?
I gave ya money! Leave me be!"
"I don't want your stolen money. I mean seriously, come on. And
plus it's damp, you have no idea the places its been. And I mean
trust me, you don't want to know." She knew the life of the
bills and it made her squirm with disgust when she held them.
The amount of body parts and how much was on them she could
barely look at it without thinking it was a piece from hell
itself. "I think even if you knew where it came from, you would
drop it in a heartbeat." She said playfully as she tossed it
back at him like it was worthless to her. As it was. She didn't
need money in heaven. It was definitely a root to many evils on
earth, but humans didn't understand it. They still used it.
Sighing heavily, she looked at him with frustration. "You know
exactly who I am. This isn't the first time you've seen me, but
haven't you noticed that once you do something completely
idiotic I show up?" She crossed her hands over her chest. Or was
he ever going to learn?
#Post#: 406830--------------------------------------------------
Re: The hand that guides.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: May 29, 2016, 12:46 am
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James threw up his hands in desperation as he paced back and
forth. This woman was like a plague, and would not just leave
him be. It was true everytime he comitted a crime she would show
up. Like a hangover after a night of hard drinking, every single
time, she was there. Lecturing him, quoting the ten
commandments, spitting some shite about how God was frowning on
the things he did. "I dun care." he snapped finally, as he
turned back towards the woman.
Stuffing the bills back into his pockets, he shrugged. "I dun
care what ye think of me. I dun care what anyone thinks.
Afterall, no one e'er cared when I needed it the most. So why
Botha carin' now?" turning away, he waved his hand dismissively.
The thief had no desire to be here anymore, he needed a drink,
most likely several, mayhap a woman as well.
With a glance over his shoulder he glared at the woman, and
sneered. "Maybe yer god is wrong abou' me. Ever think of that,
lass?"
#Post#: 406831--------------------------------------------------
Re: The hand that guides.
By: Azure Date: May 29, 2016, 12:58 am
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It was always times like these that she could care about her
job. It was turning the lost souls toward the light. The man had
been traveling down the wrong path for a very long time. She
knew his background, his history, his hard times, and his good
times. A sympathetic look overcame her face as she stepped
around the stack of bills that lay on the wet grass. The dew was
sticking to her clothes and covering her skin. The look of her
blue eyes met his as he simply was starting to speak softly. His
true vulnerabilities were showing and she couldn't help but
smile. The rebellious child was always looking for the light
that gave her meaning. Despite the hard times that he had put
her through, it was still always these times that made her job
worthwhile, except for the brutal ending that always came. As it
wasn't their first conversation about God, and how much He
apparently didn't care about the man. And every time he looked
for flaws in her speech. There were always none, but there was
still haunting doubt. The doubt of the shadowed one that
continued to bring up the past in his memories. She knew that
soon the shadows would clog his thoughts about believing.
Tonight, she hoped would be the night to overcome. She let her
hands loosen around the fabric of her hat and looked at him.
"I never think about it. My faith is never ending. And I know,
once you see what believing can do, your faith will do the
same." She said, but then, her sarcastic sneer came back to
match his own glaring thoughts. "However, I will continue to
show up and push you in the right direction, even when you are
on this path. It's not all rainbows and glowing unicorns. I mean
seriously, life is hard. It shapes you and puts you in places to
teach you things so then you're able to enter the Kingdom in
your rightful manner." She scoffed and crossed her arms over her
chest with her hat hanging loosely from her fingers.
"You can believe me, you cannot believe me. You can do what ever
you think your heart desires, but then again, I'll be coming
back to claim your life every time." She said, her own eyes
narrowing.
#Post#: 406859--------------------------------------------------
Re: The hand that guides.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: June 3, 2016, 1:14 am
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"Jus' leave me tha hell alone, will ya!? I do naw want yer help!
I neva asked Fer it!" he words were still ringing in his ears
though, even as he walked away. She would always be back, every
time he did something illegal, or wrong, she would be there to
lecture him. She always was, it was infuriating, no matter where
he went, she would be there to chide him about his evil ways.
There was no way to escape her, he knew that, no matter what he
tried, she would find him, somehow. It just did not seem at all
natural. Shaking his head, he threw his hands up and walked
away. He needed a drink, and someone warm to hold.
Two hours later, James was sitting on the couch in his house. A
woman in his lap, kissing his neck, her hand tugging at his
belt. Still though, James could find no joy in the moment, no
matter what they did. In his mind all he could hear was that
woman's voice, reciting the commandments. Specifically the one
about committing adultery. Pushing the woman away, he stood, and
pointed towards the door. "Out..." when she began to protest he
grabbed her coat and threw it at her."Get, tha hell out of this
house. Return to your husband, and get out of my sight." when
she finally left, James poured a glass of scotch and left his
front door open. "Well? Where are ya? I know yer watchin'."
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Re: The hand that guides.
By: Azure Date: July 2, 2016, 2:37 am
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The woman could hardly stand the man. The part of her wanted to
rip his throat out and bring it to God with a hand full of
blood, but she knew herself otherwise. No matter how hard she
tried, she wouldn't be able to touch the man. Not even a single
hair. And it drove her crazy. Through the boiling of her human
form blood, she was about to erupt when he looked at her, and
told her to go away and that nothing that she said even
mattered. How about all the times that she had come down to
Earth just to knock some sense into him? Still, nothing worked.
For a moment, she paused, looking up at the man and then up to
the sky, sending a quick prayer for strength and patience while
they were both running thin. She knew that God would have her
back through the entire situation, but her look into the future
was bleak and vague. It was unfamiliar territory with the man
and she had no clue why. With all of her other subjects she
could see clearly.
And here, she stood with the man that didn't give a complete
shit about anything but the only guilty and selfish desires of
the life that he made himself. Her eyes rolled as he practically
urged her to return to a husband that she was not even legally
married to. Though, as her eyes glanced down at the rock on her
hand, her human form was married. She shook her head and slipped
the ring off her hand. She knew that the ring would cause
trouble for not only her, but if it were missing her human form
would be upset too with herself as well as her husband with her.
It was a good thing that her form was in the ground previously.
Though it looked as if she was just fresh from a make over. It
was nice adding an Angel's touch.
She thought quietly to herself as she glanced forward, watching
the man just stalk away to make himself a drink when she had
walked out. It was knowing to him as he called her out on it
that she should come back in because she was still watching. She
rolled her eyes again and shrugged her shoulders as her hand
simply pushed the door open, though it had been locked
previously. "For a man like you, you are very smart, just ill
mannered. Straighten yourself up on the right path and then you
wouldn't have to steal for food, gold, or anything of the sort.
It would be falling at your feet practically by the time that
you actually deserve it." She said softly.
Though she knew the man wouldn't fall for such words, she
continued. "But don't ever listen to me. It'll come through in
time, and soon you will be able to understand the true plan of
what God has in store for you."
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Re: The hand that guides.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: July 14, 2016, 1:13 am
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Listening to the woman made his eyes rolls, and his hands
twitch. How many priests had he heard say those words? How many
had told him he had a good head, but a poor temper. He had the
ability to do better for himself, if he had just tried.
Afterall, wasn't that why he had joined the army, went to
France, did his part in the great war? What was it all for, a
disagreement with an officer, and a discharge from the one place
that had kept him on the straight and narrow? Then where did he
have to turn? A job in a factory? How do you go from crawling
through hell. That was when he had lost the last shreds of his
faith.
Looking up from his glass, James tilted his head, and shrugged.
"Why do ya even care? Who the hell are ya, anyway? Ever since I
came back 'ere, ya been followin' me. Everywhere I go, you're
there... Why?"
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