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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 4:56:32 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ "Pancakes with sausage for table 3" Claire's voice called out as she placed the ticket into the row with the others, a smile coloring her features as she gave a slight nod to the cook who acknowledged her order with a salute with the spatula. So far the day had turned out fairly well, it was a weekend and that meant that the youth worked the breakfast hours. It wasn't to much considering she was used to rising early in the morning for school, of course it meant giving up her saturdays of sleeping in. The money went into a good cause, her college fund and it was something she desperately needed as well.
The blonde turned, tucking her tray under her arm as she used her free hand to grab the coffee pot, slender fingers wrapped around the handle as she plucked it up and began making her rounds. The tables within her section were few, but the people that had been seated there were friendly enough, their mugs were replenished with coffee and napkins given out to those who needed them. All in all it was starting out to be a fairly decent day. The collection of records within the old 50's style jukebox whirled, the songs switching as another more lively song of that era began to play. The notes filling the air and causing the youth's smile to widen as she gently bobbed her head in time to the music.
It was hard to say what had caused the teen's good mood, for the most part Claire Novak was not like most other teenagers. Her father was gone, something the blonde had still never quite gotten over. But, she would not let it rule her life, instead, she took up a job at the diner, sometimes working and sometimes diving headlong into her homework. Anything to help her forget the outside world and how utterly strange her life had become since her thirteenth year.
The bell above the door rang, the bright sound drifting over the din of cutlery hitting dishes and the bright sounds of the musical notes. Claire barely glanced over her shoulder toward the door, catching the sight of a figure, but not paying much attention as she grabbed the order for table 3 and turned to deliver the food. Once that task was done the youth moved back behind the counter, grabbing a menu and a group of silverware wrapped in a clean white napkin before heading over to the front to set the newcomer to the establishment.
"Hi!" Her overly bright tone signaled the smile that was clearly on her face as she shifted the menu around a bit before looking up at the new diner costumer. "I'm Claire, let me get you sea..." The blonde's word's trailed off as she stared at the person before her, her face draining of all color as both menu and silverware slipped from her grasp to clatter to the floor at her feet. Blue hues widen in both surprise and shock as the teen took a step back, completely forgetting the costumers around them and the watchful eyes of the rest of the waitstaff. "Oh my god..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 6:20:53 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes When the bus came to a halt abruptly, Castiel woke from his sleep. Puzzled and slightly disoriented he looked around. People were already getting off the vehicle, drumming together at the doors in a sudden rush to leave. The once angel, however, wasn't quite awake yet so he took advantage of the opportunity to take some time to himself, to regain his senses before he too would leave the bus. Blinking a few times he managed to get a better grasp of reality, the cloud in his mind cleared so he was aware of his mission once more. There was no use for him to continue now. Even though he was getting closer to his goal, Cas wanted to stretch his legs and get some breakfast before he continued his journey. Or maybe he could find a way to earn some money. It was always his greatest worry for if he didn't have enough of it, he would get stranded and what would he do then? He would be unable to call the Winchesters, praying wasn't option given the danger he would put himself - and most likely others - in. He had to take care of himself now. Not that this bothered him, not in the slightest. The buzzing sound of people's voices died out slowly, making the former seraph aware of the fact that he should get going too. A groan slipped past his lips when he pulled away from the window. Falling asleep against it - using the window as some sort of support - proved to be a bad idea. At the time Castiel had no idea that he was dozing off. The world of dreams had pushed his consciousness aside, something he didn't have a problem with. Now, however, he cursed himself. His whole body was stiff, his neck sore and with every move he made, he was reminded of it. In an attempt to ignore the pain plaguing him, Cas rose to his feet and looked around. He had zero possessions that he could leave behind but one could never be too sure. For all he knew something had fallen out of his pocket. This wasn't the case though and after giving the driver a wave of his hand, he too left the bus to explore the streets of Chicago. A cool breeze immediately chased away every last bit of fatigue that still lingered in his body. A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to adjust to the change in temperature. Hopefully he would find a diner soon. The urge to be someplace warm, preferably with a mug of hot coffee or chocolate in his hands, was great. Without realizing the pace of his steps picked up, as if it would help him to find a diner sooner. And it did. Bright blue eyes landed upon a building. Several people were already inside, enjoying their breakfast. Castiel's hand dug into the pocket of his coat after which he pulled out a few dollar bills. Once he had counted them, he came to the realization that he would have enough for a cup of coffee, and maybe the smallest breakfast they had to offer. A simple glance at the menu would be enough to tell him what he was capable of today. Longing to get at least a nice cup of coffee, the male stepped forward and crossed the street. Not much later he pushed open the door to the diner and entered it. The bell above the door made a happy sound to announce the arrival of a new customer. Patiently Cas waited for someone to come, not really sure where he should take a seat. In the meantime he observed the interior and the other customers. A familiar voice suddenly demanded his attention. A look of pure disbelief reigned his features when his gaze turned to land upon the young lady standing before him. The surprise was quite as shocking to her as it was to him. The cutlery fell from her hands and dropped to the floor. Within a heartbeat every conversation in the diner died, eyes turning to see what was going on. Quickly Castiel fell to one knee to pick everything up. "I can leave if you want me to." Although this meant he would have to go and look for a new diner, he honestly didn't mind. Already everyone was looking at them and the one thing he didn't want to do, was draw attention. Perhaps he wouldn't venture out to get food or coffee, he might just go back to the station and get the first bus in the direction of Kansas. Awkward ... || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 15:10:45 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ The stares and gentle whispers from the patrons of the diner went unnoticed by the teen as her gaze stayed upon the male before her. Claire watched as the seraph quickly gathered up the fallen silverware, her own mind trying to piece together just what was taking place. The last time she had seen Castiel had not been a pleasant meeting. She had been thirteen and just been kidnapped by a group of demons, one of them in the host of her mother's body. How it happened, even she doesn't remember. The memory of being possessed by an angel was lost to the times as the young girl grew up, her mind pushing back the images until they were nothing but faded scenes of the past.
But now, before her, all of those memories came flooding back as her blue eyes landed upon his, her face pale in color as a slight shake of her head happened. A clear sign of disbelief was obvious on features as her lips parted for speech, words lost upon her as her parched throat seemed to close in on itself. "Claire....Claire..." The distant voice of one of the other waitresses called across the teen's consciousness as she continued to stare at the seraph. "Claire?!" this time the name was accompanied by a slight shake of her shoulder, one that caused the youth to blink and turn to look at her coworker as if she had only just noticed the woman. "Everything ok?" The woman asked, casting a sideways glance toward Castiel as she took a slightly protective stance at the teen's side.
Claire blinked once and then twice before looking back and forth between the two before giving a slight nod. "Y-yeah, yeah. E-everything's fine" She spoke, becoming keenly aware of the stares they were getting from the various costumers and workers. "I just...he just...reminded me of someone is all"
The excuse tumbled from her lips, half thought out and throughly jumbled as she busied herself with the task at hand, her gaze flicking quickly up toward Cas and giving a small shake of her head. "N-no, no. You don't' have to, here, this way" Once again her sentence was mumbled as she pulled the menu from his hands along with the silverware and started toward a deserted booth. The menu was placed upon the table top as the teen watched for him to sit, her fingers clearly trembling as she reached for her pen and pad as she tried to keep up an air of calmness to her. With so many others around, making a scene was out of the question, thus being friendly and hiding her shock was the only thing she could think of to do.
"Uhm, I'll get you some more silverware" Claire mumbled quietly before turning back toward the kitchen, well aware of the eyes that followed her as she kept her head lowered and steps quick. A clatter sounded as the silverware was dropped into the sink and a new bundle was picked up, the teen slipping out of the kitchen to head back toward the booth, placing the items before him. "Did you want anything to drink?" The question came forward, a routine one as her eyes focused on her pad before slowly lifting to cast him a curious glance. It was then that her mind registered the state of his appearance, her shock turning into confusion. Her eyes speaking the question she didn't dare ask aloud, What happened?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2013 14:19:56 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes Bright blue eyes were locked on the cutlery and menu on the ground. Castiel gathered the items and rose back to his feet, only to find everyone staring at them. Him. For even Claire was still watching him as if he were a ghost. "I ..." His eyes then found the co-worker who moved over to the teen's side. The determined look revealed that she wasn't scared to ask him to leave if it was needed. Drawing in a deep breath the once angel seemed to regain his composure. "My apologies, it wasn't my intention to cause ... trouble." This, however, wasn't the right way to put it. Problems weren't headed their way, the only thing he was guilty of, was creating an uncomfortable mood for almost everyone in the diner. Without noticing his grip on the objects tightened, blue hues moving from one person to another. All of them were so hostile. Was he getting paranoid? What if one of them was possessed by a demon or - and that was even worse - an angel? The minute the thought crossed his mind, Castiel tensed and gulped. He grew more cautious, deciding for himself that he needed to leave. Now. His hold loosened, wanting to return the menu and the other items so he could turn around and run back to the bus station. The one thing he desired now, more than a hot cup of coffee, was the first bus heading for Kansas. Or any bus that went in that direction. None of this would happen though. Before he was able to grasp what was happening, Claire pulled the objects from his hands and directed him towards a table. Cas could swear people were still staring at them as they passed by. A part of him wished he could disappear. Simply vanish from sight and forget all about this. This wasn't the solution to his problem though. He needed to be less paranoid. Keeping that in mind he straightened his back and made sure his pace was calm. Soon he got his own nerves under control, relaxed he strode after her before sliding into the booth. Aimlessly he stared down at the pages of the menu, the letters just swimming before his eyes without him actually noticing what was written there. Out of every diner he could pick, he had to choose the one his vessel's daughter worked at. For a brief moment he looked up from the menu to glance at the girl behind the counter. Her dad was no longer alive, something only Castiel was aware of. Biting his bottom lip he averted his gaze again. It would be better not to mention it, unless she explicitly asked. Do you want anything to drink?The former seraph snapped back to reality. "Coffee. Would that be alright?" He shot her a hesitant look. For all he knew he would get kicked out anyway for not ordering any food. "I'm not really hungry so ..." His words were cut off by a growl of his stomach. Clearly he was hungry but that didn't convince him to stay longer. A blush crept over his cheeks as he turned back to the menu. "Coffee will suffice," he then muttered, obviously ashamed. Awkward ... || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 1:18:11 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ The tip of her pen hovered above the pristine paper of her pad as the teen focused her gaze upon the male before her. Her mind continued to run at a variety of speeds, each question that tipped at the edge of her tongue was quickly destroyed by another and then another. Each one seemed of equal importance, but of little meaning as she couldn't' seem to figure which one to ask first. Why was he here? Was there something wrong? Each one rolled off the tip of her tongue only to be shaken away. For the moment Claire would focus on the probably at hand; it had been years since the youth had seen Castiel, her mind wanting to push the memory away but was unable to.
Once more a sprinkling of conversation erupted throughout the diner, the earlier silence that had been brought about by the sharp clatter of silverware upon the linoleum floor had been forgotten. For the moment they were left alone and with their thoughts, Claire could only imagine what sort of thoughts were racing through the heavenly being's mind at the moment. It was very obvious that he was just as shocked to see her as she was to see him, she could only come to the conclusion that this wasn't a planned visit.
The order of one coffee was quickly scribbled upon the pad, her mind jolting out of her thoughts as blue eyes focused on the male once again. The pen was held steady and ready for the rest of the order, an eyebrow raising as she waited. When his exclamation of not being hungry was followed by a clear cry of hunger from his stomach, the youth tilted her head to one side. "It's fine" Claire mumbled, eyes drifting down toward her pad once again at the seraph's question.
"I'll be right back then" She mumbled quietly, the pad tucked silently into her apron pocket as the teen reached for the menu and gently pulled it away. Her silent footsteps lead her back to the kitchen, slender fingers snatching up a clean mug and filling it with clearly hot coffee as steam rose up from the ebony colored liquid. Claire started back toward the table before stopping, catching sight of one of the prepared orders waiting to be taken to it's respective table. The meal was simple, a sandwich with a side of fries, the youth gently chewed on her lip as she glanced around before snatching the plate and quickly walking off, making up her mind to deal with the consequences later.
The mug of coffee was placed in front of the male, a moment passing before the plate was slipped into place beside it. "It's on me" Claire mumbled quietly as she glanced toward his face as she spoke. "Looks like you could use something to eat" If the youth knew more about angels then she did she would have known that the heavenly beings had no need for food, thus red flags would have gone off. But, as it turned out, she didn't.
Claire turned and started back toward the kitchen, fully intending on leaving the seraph in peace. After a few steps were taken before she paused, a soft sigh coming through her lips as she turned to look over her shoulder toward the table. It didn't' take long before the youth slipped into place in the seat opposite him, her fingers interlacing as they rested in her lap, her eyes lowered as she tried to figure out how best to start the conversation.
"I..." The words vanished upon her lips as Claire looked around, allowing her eyes to land everywhere but upon the figure before her. "I uhm...not really good at this...You..." Once again the words vanished as the teen gently bit down upon her bottom lip, fingers fidgeting in her lap. "I never expected to see you around here again. So uh...gotta ask...is..everything ok?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 11:43:18 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes When the menu was taken from his grasp, Castiel's eyes darted through the diner. People had gone back to minding their own business, much to his relief. Not wanting to meet the gaze of another person, he looked outside, silently pondering what he would do next. The possibility to pay for his coffee right away crossed his mind and almost immediately he decided for himself that he was going to do just that. As little interaction as possible would be better for both of them. From the corner of his eye he watched Claire as she made his cup of coffee, hoping that this encounter wouldn't distract her too much. Not once had it occurred to him that the Novaks might be in need of help, not once had he thought of them and the loss they suffered when Jimmy sacrificed his own life. Not only had he been busy, he deemed it better for Amelia and her daughter if he stayed away from them. Too many memories. Too much pain. The sight of a mug being place in front of him, caused him to snap back to reality. Already he lifted his hands, ready to reach out and grab the mug. Cas paused in his actions when a few seconds later a plate appeared. It was set before him, an order he didn't make. A puzzled look reigned his features as he looked up at her, a remark about to fall from his lips when her words dawned on him. "No, I can't ..." His objection was lost to the teenager as she turned around and made her way back to the kitchen. Slightly troubled the male glanced at the plate standing before him. It made his mouth water at the sight, rapidly his stomach joined in by giving another growl, this time louder than before. Deciding that it would be better to give in to his primary needs, the former seraph moved a bit closer to the window and slid the plate and mug along in an attempt to hide from any curious gazes. Castiel took a first bite of his sandwich when suddenly a person stood by his table. He recognized the apron being one of the waitresses that worked in the diner. Immediately he thought he was caught. Bright blue hues lifted from the sandwich held in his hands, swallowing the bite quickly as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation. One that didn't betray the little Novak. And then Claire took a seat opposite of him. For the second time in less than five minutes he was struck by surprise. It then soon got through to him why she joined him in the booth. Calmly he put down the sandwich and took the mug, sipping from it as he allowed the hot liquid to warm him up. "It wasn't my intention to come here either. If I had known that you were working here, I would have chosen another diner to consume food." This, however, didn't answer her question. Truth be told, nothing was alright but she didn't need to know what was going on, what he had been through and in how much trouble he was at this point. "Everything is fine. As I said, if I had known this then I wouldn't have been here."He then put the mug back on the table and leaned back, not able to shake the feeling that something else was going on. Surely she had more questions than just this one? "I will finish this and then I'll go. I promise, you won't ever see me again." The United States of America was large so how hard could it be to stay clear of her path? "Are you sure this won't cause any problems?" He then asked and gestured towards the plate. Awkward ... || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2013 12:23:52 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ Claire remained seated, silently listening as he spoke. It was odd, even now, to hear his voice coming from her dad's body. It had been a few years since the two had met, and the last venture into each others lives nearly had the young teen taking over from her father as the seraph's vessel. For some reason that did not occur, her time as an angel's vessel was still foggy within her mind and not something she wished to dig deeper in, whatever the reason, Castiel once again possessed her dad and the two disappeared. The young girl was now seventeen and working her way into college. Now, it almost seemed as if time stood still, the chatter about the diner turned into white noise within her senses as she focused upon the conversation. Although her eyes stayed glued upon the table, her ears remained trained onto his voice.
"Are you sure this won't cause any problems?"
The questioned caused her to raise her gaze for the first time in minutes. For a moment blue hues connected with matching ones before she flicked her eyes down toward the food before him and then turned to glance about the diner. It was obvious from the frazzled appearance of the cook and an angry member of the waitstaff, that her little act of thievery had been discovered. The youth sat in thought for several moments, working over the pros and cons of the action. In the long run, she would have to do one of two things, pay for the meal or take disciplinary action with her boss.
"I can handle it" Claire finally answered, her eyes turning back to his face a moment before looking down once again. Her fingers twisted themselves within the fabric of her apron, effectively wrinkling the material as her nerves started to get the best of her. The blonde was raised in a very devote family and never once had she had the opportunity to sit down and actually speak with the seraph before her and yet here he was. It seemed so simple, a conversation had over a cup of coffee and a bit of lunch, even if he was the only one eating.
A breath was taken, the teen taking a moment to gather her nerves as she slowly raised her eyes to look at him once again. "Y-you don't have to leave" Claire spoke with a slight shake of her head, golden colored bangs dancing about against her forehead by the action. "I mean...not if you don't want to...you're probably like crazy busy and everything I...I'm just not helping at all" The last words were said in a mumbled tone as her hands came up to cover her face, another deep breath taken before they fell away and allowed her to view the male before her.
"How's my dad?" The youth finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind since the heavenly being entered the establishment. "I mean, you're here, so he's obvious ok. God, sorry, that was a stupid question" Her head lowered once again, shaking it slightly as if she had just insulted him beyond belief. "Uhm...what are you doing in Chicago?" Claire questioned in an attempt to steer the conversation onto something more casual and not focus on the past.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 5:10:24 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes Castiel allowed his gaze to rest upon the appearance before him, patiently awaiting an answer to his question. A stoic expression reigned his features when blue hues were lifted to meet his, soon after Claire looked away. At the same time the discussion drew his attention. The former seraph followed her line of sight until it reached the pairing, discussing what could have happened. Everyone knew what the conversation looked like: the cook swore he prepared the order but the waitress hasn't seen the plate. Either the cook was lying or it had been stolen. A pang of guilt shot through him, fully aware that he was causing trouble. And it had already started by setting one foot in the diner. From the corner of his eye he then looked at the sandwich, from which a bite had already been taken. One couldn't hand it back. It was the same principle as licking a lollypop and then agreeing to have someone else have it: Cas had already put his claim on it. And he was so hungry. The voice at the back of his mind kept telling him that he wanted this, that he desperately needed this. Then, without realising he was doing so, he pulled the plate a bit closer to him and picked the sandwich up once more, taking another bite. "Thank you," he then muttered as his gaze moved from the two staff members to the young lady sitting before him. Later he would scrape his money together and give her what she needed to pay for the meal. At least it wouldn't be a total loss to the diner then. As he took another bite from the sandwich, he listened to her next words. A collection of sentences he didn't gain any knowledge from, nor was he able to figure out why exactly she had chosen to join him. Experience had taught him that humans preferred to avoid uncomfortable situations. If anything this would put the female out of her comfort zone, it distracted her from her work which had been obvious when he came in. The once angel hadn't done it on purpose and if it helped her, then he would leave. Claire, however, reassured him that she could handle it and with her statement that he didn't have to leave, Castiel decided to take advantage of this and made himself comfortable in the booth. The price he had to pay for being at ease and being given food, would be questions that demanded an answer. That much was for sure but he was prepared. Years had passed since their last encounter, if the young Novak didn't have any questions regarding angels or her father, then the former seraph would grow suspicious. "Take your time." The sentence was murmured in between two bites. The longer Claire needed to recollect her thoughts, the more time he had to regain his own wits, something that would be needed with the conversation that was about to take place. Upon hearing her first question Cas almost choked on his food. He quickly put the sandwich down and reached for his coffee, allowing the liquid to slip down his throat and wash away the lump that seemed to have formed there. When she moved on and dismissed the topic, Castiel looked a bit reluctant. The teenager deserved to know the truth but did it have to be told here? They had already drawn so much attention, he didn't want to go through all of that again. No, it was better to talk to her privately ... or maybe keep up the illusion that her father was still alive. Regaining composure the male focused back on his sandwich and Claire's next question: what was he doing in Chicago? No one was allowed to know where he was headed. Strangers might be demons or angels who passed on the information and then attacked the bunker. Innocent people, like the girl sitting opposite of him, could be tortured for information. "No one is supposed to know that I'm here, nor can anyone know why I'm here." A faint smile crossed his features after saying these words. The answer wasn't very satisfying though, for neither of them. "But I suppose you already know why ... Regular tasks require my attention, like charges who need my help." Now he was just lying through his teeth but did he have another choice? If she told anyone this, they would laugh at her. They would know she was useless to draw information from. "Do you like it here? In Chicago?" The question he really wanted to ask was why. Why did she leave Pontiac? It was smaller, she had friends there but the memories were still present too, always lurking to torment her. A sorrowful look crossed his features after which he looked down. Unable to say anything, he took yet another bite of his sandwich. Sorry for the delay! || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 11:46:39 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ A small nod was given, acknowledging the seraph's mumbled words of gratitude as her eyes remained lowered, staring past the table as if it were made of glass as she allowed her thoughts to carry her away for a brief moment. It was obvious that the male before her was hungry, if the sounds his stomach were making was any indication of that. But, the scenario was still quite strange to the youth, although he wasn't' her father it was still her father's body. It was an odd sensation, hearing a different voice, even the mannerisms were different. Jimmy had a more playful and fun personality with his daughter, but it seemed the angel Castiel was far different in that respect.
After a moment her gaze slowly rose up to his face, her mind taking a moment to search through itself to find some bit of information or topic of discussion that could be bridged between the two. His words once again caused a slight nod to happen as she gave a slightly embarrassed smile. "Oh, right. Sorry...I umm, like I said you're probably really busy and I'm probably not helping at all with that either" Claire mumbled the last few words, looking away toward the window that the booth was seated beside to glance at the various pedestrians that milled about on the sidewalk outside.
"I don't know..." Claire mumbled softly, blue irises still trained toward the window as she answered his question with a slightly thoughtful expression upon her features. "It's not home, but I guess it's ok" The youth answered in a surprisingly honest tone, having absolutely no idea why the urge to suddenly confide within the seraph had pushed itself up to the forefront of her mind. "But home..." She shook her head slightly and pulled her eyes away from the window to gaze down at her lap. "To many memories, my mom said we needed a fresh start. So...now home, new school...new...everything I guess" A shrug rolled across her shoulders as Claire finally lifted her eyes to land upon his face, a halfhearted smile placed upon her lips before silently disappearing.
For several heartbeats the youth sat in silence, allowing her gaze to travel over his face, her own expression thoughtful as she did so. It was shocking to her, that every feature upon the body before her hadn't changed. That everything was the same, everything was what she remembered when she was thirteen. "You look...the same" The youth spoke, finally vocalizing her thoughts as her brows pulled together into soft frown. "I mean...You don't...look any older. Everything's the same" Once again the last words of the sentence were mumbled as she took a moment to look him over once again before turning away, realizing belatedly that she was staring.
"Sorry...probably sound really stupid right now" Claire spoke as she took in a breath and looked up at him once again. "Did you need anything else? More coffee?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2013 8:58:21 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes While he was happily munching away on his sandwich, the former seraph attentively listened to Claire's words. Every so often he would give a nod of agreement, stating that he heard her and understood what she told him. It was something humans did very often and even when he was still an angel, Castiel found himself copying the gesture during a conversation. It was a strange thing but non-verbal behaviour like this stimulated others to continue their story. Now, the male had no idea whether or not this was helping any. He assumed it must be since the teenager was almost spilling her guts. After asking one simple question, a stream of information followed. From the tone of her words he could deduct that there was something wrong. Chicago seemed a good place to be but it wasn't like home. For the first time Cas was able to pinpoint the problem: she was homesick. It was a feeling he struggled with as well. He too missed his home. Even though he had wronged Heaven in so many ways, the once angel longed to go back some day. The desire to see those familiar surroundings once more, always lingered. But he couldn't go back. Not only because his wings couldn't carry him to the heavens, but also because he wouldn't survive such a thing. The guilt would eventually kill him. Blinking a few times Cas pushed the thoughts aside and concentrated on what else Claire had to say. This meeting was wriggling itself in every kind of direction one could think of, and none of it pleased the male sitting in the booth, trying to enjoy his meal. He was used to questions but the ones shot his way were expected to make an appearance later on. Or the remarks in this case. The question of her father being alright, was one he didn't anticipate until much later, when they were settled in the conversation and he had gotten some time to come up with a decent theory or excuse. Or a subtle way to dismiss the topic. Now he had been lucky that the teenager had dismissed it but he couldn't rely on that to happen every time a question was asked. "Angels don't age hence why I ... Why your father still looks the same." Whether or not this was the right way to approach the ageing matter, was something he would leave to Claire. Her reaction would determine if he was doing this right. If she didn't react to it the way he desired, then he would adjust his strategy. It was as simple as that. "I don't think your father would have changed a lot after all these years. Perhaps a few more wrinkles or grey hairs because he was worried about you, but other than that ... No, I don't believe he would have changed dramatically." One thing Castiel knew for sure: Jimmy Novak loved, if not adored, his family. His little girl meant the world to him and that was the reason for him to switch places with her. He wouldn't allow Claire to suffer a lifetime, he would do it in her place. The smile stayed in place as he listened to her. "You don't sound stupid. I have heard a lot of stupid things during my existence, trust me, and this isn't one of them." His blue hues then moved over towards the mug of coffee standing on the table. In response to her question, he shook his head lightly. "No, thank you. I still have enough."Ahahahahah || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 1:31:31 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ "Well that's good to know" Claire mumbled softly, slender fingers running through her overly long and uneven bangs as she gave a slight sigh. "That I'm not making a total fool of myself in front of an angel" The last words were mumbled, the youth obviously not wanting to be over heard as she lowered her gaze toward the table once more. For a moment she remained silent, listening to the sounds of the diner around them as she allowed the seraph before her to continue eating.
It was obvious from the noises from his stomach that the male had gone quite awhile without food, just how long that was she did not know. But, she wasn't one to stand in the way of someone having a good meal, the plate was there and it was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. She would, of course, make up for it later, but for now, she wanted him fed, after all she didn't know what sort of effect an empty stomach would have upon her dad either.
After several moments of silence Claire took in a deep breath, realizing she had been neglecting her tables and slowly got up from the booth. "I'll be back. Just have to check on my tables really quick, enjoy your meal" It was with a tiny smile that the youth started on her rounds. Her first stop being behind the counter to grab the coffee pot from it's spot on the eye to keep it nice and hot. Placing her friendly waitress smile upon her lips once more, the teen started off to her first table.
A light and friendly conversation was given as the youth gave a nod and refilled the woman's mug before heading off to her next table. All the while, she silently thought over the seraph's words. Why she felt the need to suddenly spill her story and troubles upon the male was beyond her. To suddenly have an ear to listen was something that the youth missed grateful. Of course there was her mother, but somethings she didn't feel right speaking to her about. But the seraph, that was an odd happening.
Upon walking up to her last table, the teen suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as the blue irises appeared like saucers as she blinked. The expression soon vanished as quickly as it had come as she resumed her rounds. There was something about Castiel's words that suddenly sparkled within her mind. It was something she had never thought of and something that she didn't think an angel would know of as well. It had never occurred to her that with her father as his vessel, that the seraph would know more about him then even Claire would.
The youth moved her way back toward the counter, slipping behind it to place the coffee pot down before making her way back toward the seraph. For a moment she simply stood beside the table, silently collecting her thoughts before her lips soon parted for speech. "He worried about me?" Claire questioned with an arch of her eyebrow as she placed a curious glance upon him. "How do you know that? He left us, didn't say anything, not one word. And you tell me that he was worried? how do you know?" A clear bit of emotions colored the youth's words. The one that was most obvious was pain, Claire was hurt, hurt by Jimmy's disappearance and hurt that a celestial being seemed to know more about her dad then she did.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 13:22:56 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes When Claire said she had to check her other tables, the former seraph gave a slight nod of his head. Half of his sandwich had already disappeared and with their conversation interrupted, it wouldn't take long for him to finish the rest of it. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his teeth dug into the sandwich once more, taking another bite. In the meantime he allowed his blue hues to wander through the diner, carefully of course since he didn't want his gaze to cross paths with someone else's. Suddenly he was reminded of the vivid buzz that echoed through the room for various conversations took place at the same time. Every once in a while he could catch bits and pieces of what people were saying but the whole discourse was lost to him. Castiel could only guess what the topic of discussion was. The thought of guessing appealed to him for a brief moment but soon this was pushed aside, focusing on his meal once more as he swallowed his bite and took a new one. This continued until he finished the sandwich. Around the same time, the once angel felt a gaze resting upon him. Slowly he tilted his head to the side, bright blue eyes quickly falling upon the slender figure standing at his table: Claire. Raising an eyebrow he shot her a questioning look, obviously wondering what was on her mind. And why she was standing at his table in such an uncomfortable stance. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she regained composure and asked him a question instead. Once the words had fallen from her lips, she slipped into the booth, taking a seat opposite of him once more. A sigh came forward as he pushed his plate aside. His hands then enveloped the mug, pulling it a bit closer to him. "It's difficult," he then started with his gaze still trained on the cup of coffee in front of him. Now it was his turn to avoid her inquisitive look. "I have talked to your father before he left. I know how much his family means to him. All he wants is to protect you and your mother, to give you the lives both of you deserve." Jimmy, however, had been curious to know what it was like, functioning as a vessel. He had been burdened with a purpose from God and to someone who was so religious, so devout, it was a tempting offer. He promptly forgot about his responsibilities, about the family he would leave behind. "His first motives to become a vessel weren't acceptable but I am to blame for that. My approach made it look more appealing than what it really was."Gathering his courage, Castiel forced himself to look up, allowing their gazes to meet. "He is worried, always was and always will be. He cares about you ... Why else is he my vessel and not you?"Ahahahahah || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 1:05:01 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ The teen slouched in her seat, watching the male before her as she silently listened as he spoke. The slight bit of pain still coursing through her, the idea of someone knowing more about the man she grew up with was still slightly painful for her. The angel before her, from using her father as a vessel appeared to have learned in their time together then she thought she would know.
"Ok, so what? He worries about me. Right" Claire folded her arms across her chest, a slight bit of sassiness coming through in her tone as she spoke. "And he worried so much that he agreed to...this" The youth motioned toward the male as she spoke, as if to punctuate her words by that. "To leave us, disappear for...god knows how long because he worried. Sorry, but I find that a little bit hard to believe" Her tone turned sharper then she had intended as the youth sighed and turned her head to stare out of the window. Her gaze drifting across the people who littered the sidewalk, walking this way and that as her arms tightened across her chest. It was clear through her body language that she was upset, but, there was something far greater then anger within her words. Hurt.
"Do you know that my mom searched for months, months looking for you...err him. Do you know what that's like? Do you have any idea what it's like to have your father walk out on you and have absolutely no idea where he's gone or even if he's going to come back? Or to be left standing there and wonder..." Her words trailed off, emotion choking them to silence as the youth gave a small sniff, fingertips reaching up to brushing quickly across her cheek as she remained staring away from him. "Wondering if you did something wrong" The words were mumbled, voice squeaking as she fought back the tears that threaten to fall.
All of the emotion that she had left building inside of her for the past few years seemed to have come to a head as the words spilled from her lips without thought. A slight frown pulled across her lips at the seraph's question, his words causing her to flick a curious glance toward his face as she gave a small sniff. It was a valid question, she remembered saying yes to the request of using her as a vessel, at the time she was only thirteen years old, to young to know what that answer would mean. But, her time as an angelic vessel was lost upon her memory. Thus, a slight shake of her head was given, unable to figure out an answer to the question.
"I don't know" Claire mumbled softly, quickly wiping her hand across her cheek once again. "Why is he your vessel and not me? Why did you change your mind?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 9:39:25 GMT -5
the innocence you stole from these eyes The former seraph drew in a deep breath, coming to the realization that this would take much more effort to explain than he initially expected. "That is not what I said," he then stated with a hard tone echoing through his words. "The first time he said yes was for reasons no one could approve of. The second time he said yes wasn't because he was selfish. On the contrary, your father had a valid reason for becoming my vessel once more." The compassionate look had vanished from his features in the meantime, simply because he wouldn't allow anyone to twist his words, nor would he allow anyone to interpret this situation wrongly. The events that had taken place several years ago held a certain complexity. Not everyone knew what exactly had taken place. Jimmy had been shot, his only child had become the vessel of an angel, Amelia would have no reason to live if her husband died. The Novaks would cease to be. For a brief moment Castiel wondered just what the teenager knew, what her mother had told her. It was clear that she either didn't know or suppressed the memories. Bright blue eyes travelled up and down, scanning her in an attempt to figure out the answer for himself. Claire's next words called him to attention though. The phrases and questions sounded all too familiar to him. His tongue brushed past his lips, trying to determine whether or not he should give an answer. "I do know what it is like." The words sounded foreign to him, even the voice that had spoken the words sounded foreign to him. For a few seconds one could clearly see the shock within his gaze, baffled that he had actually admitted to saying such a thing. It soon disappeared, the once angel calming down and realising that there was no going back now. "My Father did the exact same thing. He left without giving the slightest notice, I looked for him and in the end ..." The sentence died on his lips, unable to produce the words that still broke his heart up until today: God simply didn't care. Drawing in a deep breath Cas looked at his coffee, "So yes, I do know what it feels like."He didn't look up after that. Both of them needed to regain composure, needed to regain their senses after the turbulent exchange of words that had taken place seconds before. The male lifted his gaze when the question reached him. So she didn't know. Amelia had witnessed that moment, yet she had refused to tell her daughter about what happened. "I changed my mind because he asked me to." The statement sounded fairly simple but, even though Cas wished it was as easy as this sounded, it really wasn't. "By the time your father returned home, he had been stabbed and shot. He had seen various parts of the world, he had seen Heaven albeit through my eyes. He was tired and he was ready to give up." The former seraph then fell silent, allowing the information to sink in. Bright blue eyes were still trained upon the form before him, observing her and awaiting the opportunity to continue. When it arose, he picked up where he left off: "But then everything changed. Your mother got possessed, your father prayed to me to come back. The demon possessing your mother shot him. He was dying by the time I arrived. Although he could have gone to Heaven and leave all of this behind, he didn't. He saw you, as my vessel, and he simply wouldn't allow it. After warning him that functioning as my vessel would only worsen over time, he still didn't change his mind. The thought of you being in pain, being in discomfort was enough for him to make his statement: he would be the vessel and he would suffer an eternity."I made a martyr out of him which wasn't my intention || tag: Claire Template by Loki @ Proboards Support
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 13:24:04 GMT -5
Why do we scream at each other This is what it sounds like When doves cry ▼ At the male's harden tone, the youth couldn't shake the feeling of being scolded by the school principle. Her gaze remained fixed to the goings on outside of the window as her arms tightens a little, remaining crossed over her chest as he spoke. Although she would not look at it, it was obvious from her expression that she was listening to him. These events occurred during her early teen years, not that long ago, but long enough that some of them were slightly hazy within the teen's memory. Thus, the seraph's account of the events was most welcome, even if her voice did not expression those feelings.
It wasn't until he spoke of having an absent father that Claire cut the male a sideways glance. Her expression remained neutral, where as her eyes turned curious. The blue hues looking over the male, landing upon the familiar tan trench coat before flicking toward the blue tie and then slowly up to his face. It was an odd feeling that overcame the youth, she had never thought that anyone, let alone an angel, would know what it was like to loose a father. What was even more confusing was the sheer fact that his father was God, and if it were at all possible for him to disappear. "That's impossible" The youth mumbled softly, a small shake of her head given that caused golden colored lochs to bounce against her shoulders. "Your father is God, he can't disappear. That's like...no, that's impossible" The sentence was finished as quickly as it started as her eyes flicked back toward the window and she resumed her posture as the typical stubborn teenager.
"I changed my mind because he asked me to."
Those simple words seemed to reach directly into her consciousness as the teen blinked, a gentle frown pulling at her lips before disappearing and she once again turned her eyes to look at him. A slight bit of shock slipping through her body when she find his gaze was already steady upon her. Her lips parted, willing for speech to come forward to only close once again as confusion glossed across her youthful features for a moment.
When it became obvious that Claire wouldn't or couldn't find the right words to fill the silence that hovered over them, the youth continued to stare at the male. Her eyes never leaving his face as he finished his story, her gaze finally dropping down to land upon the table top as she searched her mind for any clue to this event. But, as it seemed, her memory was to hazy to fit the picture together, things that her mother had neglected to tell her about that evening. She remembered the demon, being captured, but anything beyond that seemed to be missing.
The shock upon her features became more and more obvious as Castiel continued, finishing up his tale; silence once again reigned over them as Claire took a moment to absorb all of the facts given to her. She was once his vessel, but her dad had refused to let that go on. The youth blinked, staring at the male as her lips parted once more. "He...I..." words seemed to fail her as the teen looked away, a stray tear rolling down her cheek as she managed to quickly brush it away. "You said eternity..." Claire mumbled softly, not looking at him. "S-so...that means h-he's not coming back? Not ever?" Her voice cracked, emotion linking into her words as she spoke while more tears collected within her blue irises as she fought to hold them back, only to have more of them scroll down her cheeks.
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