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Alleyway Angel (OneSmallFrog x UnicornHorn)

OneSmallFrog

A Goblin
Joined
Jun 6, 2020
Location
Eastern USA
It was raining. Not the gentle showers the weatherman had predicted that morning. Huge raindrops fell down in sheets flooding the streets with it's sudden arrival. In the distance lightning flashed and a peal of thunder echoed through city, rattling windows and putting the fear of god into those in the upper floors. It was only mid afternoon but the streets were so dark that it might as well have been dusk. The storm was like nothing the small city had seen and it was concentrated on this location. People would later recall that it looked like Heaven had just opened up, that god seemed particularly angry today. They would have been mostly correct. While God's current mood was something up for debate, the gates of heaven had actually been opened. The storm's sudden arrival and intensity would be on the lips of many, but few would note the strangest part of all, there had only ever been one lightning bolt.

Israfel lay on his back staring up into the rain, his pale blue eyes watching as the clouds above him churned. In one hand he clutched a battered brass trumpet, in the other he held the appropriate carrying case. The ground around him crackled with electricity and the whole area stunk of burning plastic and asphalt. Slowly the tall thin man pushed himself into a sitting position and took stock of his surroundings. His long white hair hung in damp curtains around his face. He wore a leather jacket with a pair of wings printed on the back, tight black pants, a dark green tank top and no shoes to speak of. He was currently sitting in what appeared to be someone's driveway, he'd slammed into the pavement and the trash cans. The trashcans were now melted and their contents were scattered across the pavement, some of it still burning. The rains would quickly extinguish it.

He stood looking for all the world like some poor soul who had been struck by lightning, and slowly he raised his hand to the sky giving it a middle finger before shoving the trumpet in its case and looking towards the building nearby. His arrival had been loud and unignorable, and now he was standing there in the darkened afternoon, his white hair a stark contrast to everything around him.
 
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"I'll see you on Monday, have a good day." Abe closed the door, and sigh as it is raining. Thankfully, he opens an umbrella and walks out, checking his cellphone. Thunder can be heard in the sky, there are times that he wish that he still had his car, he wouldn't have to walk to the bus stop. It is almost like a hurricane has hit the town, and earlier there was a loud smack of lightening while he was inside. He was scared about going out of the storm, but he has to get his butt back there. He almost pass the usual alleyway when Abe caught the smell of melted objects. Is this where the lightening struck? He curiously peeked in and could see a disheveled man stumbling there with a suitcase. Was he struck? That is terrible, so he runs over to the poor soul. "Hey man, are you alright?"
 
Israfel had been staggering through the alley clutching the instrument case to his chest. He stared wide-eyed at the man speaking to him. He didn't look okay. He was standing there without shoes, soaked fully through and it seemed to be taking him some time to process what was being said.

"I am ... not." He finally answers, his voice was softer and shakier than he'd expected it to be. As he spoke he was gaining more of his sense of self, more awareness. It had all been a rather traumatic experience and he was still processing it all, "I'm really not... I don't know where I am."
 
"Oh shit, okay. Uh..." Abe tries to think, then he calmed down enough to come up with a plan. "Don't worry, let's get you out of the rain, then i'll call an ambulance. " He said, knowing that there is a cafe nearby that they can take refuge and he can get some help. "Follow me." He said, as he helps him under the umbrella and walk over to the cafe and lead him right in, that is if the stranger follows him.
 
Israfel followed him obediently still a bit shocked. As the stepped into the Cafe he seemed to have processed what Ambulance's meant and with a delayed reaction reached out for the other man, "N-no. No ambulances. I just... I need to rest. No hospitals. Please. I can't afford a hospital. I just need to eat and rest. " He suddenly pleaded.

Inside the Cafe people eyed the shoeless musician with some concern.
 
"Huh?" Abe blinks at him. "Are you sure? You look dazed, weren't you just hit by lightening?" He assumes so, he came from that alleyway, it would take a miracle to survive that. "Okay, uh, is there anyone I should call then? A parent, a friend?" He asked him. "Or I could by you something warm or cold?" He has no idea what he should do, he never had to rescue someone like this without calling emergency.
 
The man shook his head, "no I uh.. I can handle that I'm... Something warm would be nice though."

The white haired man scanned the cafe and offered Abe a weak smile, "I'm really sorry. I'm just... I'm not really sure what happened and I'm kind of shaken. But I don't hurt to much. So I think I'm probably mostly okay. Just tired, wet, and hungry"
 
"Oh...I guess Tea would be okay." Abe stood up and orders tea for the both of them and he returns to the table. "Okay, at least we would something to drink...I am on a budget but if you are hungry, I...uh...could take you to my place for some food." He offers, as it is the best he can offer. "Is it alright to tell me your name?" He asked, as it is a start. "My name is Abe."
 
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