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Sep 4, 2009
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Canada, b'y
Ahhh Sundays, the day when the unwashed masses decide to head to their places of collection to give praise to something they can't really explain or even understand, and to Tory, that was something he always found amusing. He always went to the church, he made a good disguise of seeming like an average parishioner, a good person who came to hear the word of God, though in reality, he couldn't give less of a care. He was here because there was defilement to be had, and knowing the teachings of that which you didn't like always gave you a better insight on how to tear it down.

But, that was all minor details to the man in the back of the hall, sitting in the final pew with his hands resting lazily in his lap, long brown hair lazily tied back into a ponytail just to try and keep the appearance nice, black pinstripe shirt wrapped around tanned shoulders with the long sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow, exposing the beginnings of a series of intricate picture tattoos that must continue under the sleeves, plain black bracers wrapped around his wrists. He kept the pants to a normal dress attire, boots hidden mostly below the loose fabric of his pant. Dark brown eyes just looked at the world quizzically, scanning around the place just to see how the people were, just to catch a glimpse of...
 
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Angel loved church but she was sick of how her parents made her come every Sunday and to any meetings or gatherings they had. It was getting annoying for people to expect you to be there and when you were cause of being sick of busy they seemed to be mad. Rolling her eyes as she walked down the halls she was just trying to get away for a little while really needing to just be by herself or at least she thought. Looking down the one hall she saw a guy and her eyes blinked a few times really not knowing what exactly he was doing here. She had seen him a few times here before but he never really got into anything there was one thing she liked though. He dressed the same way she did the dark clothes and she smirked lightly really wondering if he wanted something other then just to come to church.

She had been looking for a boyfriend or a guy to hang out with since all the guys here were not the way she wanted. Well they where cute and hot but not exactly what she wanted Christian wise. Their parents had turned them into goody two shoes that wouldn't play around or have sex and she was getting sick of it. She had gotten interested in guys not in church when she saw a group of guys walking and hanging around church. They had looked like the bad boy type since they were smoking and also looked like they were doing drugs. She had always wanted to try that life but the way her parents kept her close and made sure she never went out without a friend she wasn't able to. Smirking some as she decided to start walking down the hall towards the guy she kept her eyes on him but also to the side not wanting him to notice. She was interested in him yes but she wasn't going to make it that obvious.​
 
From the corner of his eye he would notice the girl walking towards him, and maybe to her dislike, he ignored her. It wasn't a thing of being malicious, he just wasn't prepared to deal with her inside the church while some parishioners were still floating about as the communion started to bring the event to a close. Instead, he got up from his seat, and jumped over the back, disappearing out the front doors as he apparently grabbed something from the front pocket of his shirt, and placed it between his lips. He would hope the little girl would follow along, play his little game away from the faithful, because if she was going to make the mistake of getting near to him, faith was not going to be enough.
 
She felt his eyes on her and when he didn't look interested in her she growled lowly as he went out the front doors "Bastard you know you want me". Tilting her head she looked as he grabbed something from his shirt she didn't know what it was but she wanted to get to know him better. She knew he was taking her away from her protection place but right now she really didn't care all that much. Turning around she growled lowly and followed him outside of the church and wherever he took her. He would either probably take her to the woods or to the beat down and ruined apartment complex her parents always told her to stay away from. Biting her lip she turned her I pod on louder since if anyone yelled at her she wouldn't feel the need to go back.​
 
If he could read minds, he would say that she had a wild one. Instead, he would stop down by the end of the stairs, leaning lazily on the handrail as he kept his back to the door. Should she come out and look to him, she would see the smoke rising away from his lips and above his head. Eyes remained busy by idly looking at the boring street in front of this boring building, but ears were keen to listen for her footfalls on the stone steps behind him. Games games games, you gotta love them sometimes.
 
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