Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:33:16 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:34:05 PM)
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Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:37:03 PM)
*Driving the black Ford Excursion, Will pulls off silently on a corner in the French Quarter. The lights of the vehicle glare at pedestrians. As he approaches Isabella, the passenger door opens*

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:37:03 PM)
Isabella is walking along the French Quarter. Stopping in front of a dress shop, she peers inside curiously.

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:37:15 PM)
http://www.sinful-illusions.com/wiki/index.php?title=File:Ford_Excursion.jpg

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:37:20 PM)
(pretend mine came after yours)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:38:53 PM)
((yeah, that works lol)) Hearing the cardoor opening behind her, she turns and looks, a brow quirking as she takes a single step closer. She is clad in a pale blue sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans, black tennis shoes on her feet. Her arms cross as she peers inside. (softly) "You had better be a friend..."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:41:16 PM)
*The engine rumbles quietly, the door still open, Isabella would feel her phone vibrating wherever she keeps it. The message on it says... It's will.*

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:42:09 PM)
(correction didn't realize you peered in: Will says "It's will")

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:42:48 PM)
Moving one hand to her pocket, she slips her phone free and looks at the screen, then back at the car with a brow quirked in annoyance. "You could have just answered yes." Sighing, she climbs into the vehicle, she closes the door behind her, then slides her seatbelt on.

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:43:28 PM)
((bloody lag... eh, adjust as need be, cuz i'm being lazy about rewriting that lol))

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:44:27 PM)
*As soon as her seatbelt is on, Will pulls forward, quiet jazz music is playing on mp3 player* Isabella, *glancing over at her* How have you been? *he continues driving, nothing fancy, this vehicle wasn't made for fancy*

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:45:08 PM)
She settles back into the seat with a small shrug. "Busy. I really should be home, getting ready for work at Mickey's tonight."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:47:21 PM)
*Nods to Isabella* I'll drop you off *pausing* you can trust me. I had a few questions for you if you don't mind me asking as we drive. *Will stops at a light and a group of delinquent juveniles begin to head toward the car, one has a can of spraypaint and a wicked grin* One moment please *Will presses a button on the dash and mace is sprayed on both sides of the vehicle* Anyway so what do you say... need a lift?

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:47:52 PM)
(I hope you like that mace thing...)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:50:00 PM)
She nods, looking out the window at the kids as they run off, one of them dropping on the sidewalk and rubbing at his eyes. "Ask away. I don't know what I can help you with that I haven't already told you."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:50:53 PM)
*Nods and continues driving making a left, only randomly driving* Have you seen the movie crossroads?

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:52:01 PM)
She shakes her head. "No, I do not usually watch television. It is something that I never really understood."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 2:52:57 PM)
*Nods and drives out of the French Quarter heading southward* Which way to where you live, even if you don't want me dropping you off right at your house I'd like to get you close enough where you can walk *he pauses waiting for his response before explaining the crossroads thing*

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 2:55:49 PM)
She laughs softly. "There really is no way to get me to my place without knowing where I live. It's a house out on Grande Isle Beach. A friend of mine rented it until the end of the year, and I have not found anywhere to move yet."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:00:06 PM)
*furrows his brows a bit then speaks* Map on... *the navigation system turns on* Destination: Grand Isle Beach, Lousiana *the navigation system speaks* Street address? *Will ponders and looks to Isabella then back at the road* City center. *the navigation system plans a route* That's quite a ways to go *ponders* Anyway in this movie crossroads, this young kid who can play the guitar real good... he's a white kid mind you... he plays the blues guitar really good and he ends up meeting... ok lemme skip past all that anyway he ends up at this place called crossroads where he's gotta make a choice... he can chose to make a deal with the devil and become a guitar legend or go back the way he came... What do you make of this story?

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:02:07 PM)
She blinks, thinking for a moment, then laughs softly. "You are asking the wrong person. I know some that would gladly make the deal with him, just to make sure he got everything he wanted out of this life. I also know some that would make the deal, just to give him everything, then take it all away and leave him with even less than he had at the beginning. No job, no talent, no family, no home. There aren't many like that in the world, thankfully, but there are enough that it gives us a bad reputation."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:04:16 PM)
*furrows his brows for a long moment in thought and turns onto the highway* Well you know after we had our little talk... it got me thinking... you're the angel of death. *he pauses* And obviously there are ghosts still around... so is there a hell?

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:05:59 PM)
She laughs mirthlessly. "Yes, there is. But it is not the pretty place of pain and misery that humans seem convinced it is." She starts to say more, then goes silent, looking out the door window. Her shoulders are stiff with tension.

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:08:10 PM)
*Will furrows his brows as he glances at Isabella, he doesn't understand why she seems upset but he rubs her shoulder in a totally non threatening way for a minute then puts his hand back on the wheel* Sorry if that brought up bad vibes with you or something... I'll switch topics... you mentioned earlier that sometimes people make deals... and sometimes those deals go bad depending upon how it's made... is that what I'm gathering?

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:09:18 PM)
She rolls her shoulder under his hand, unconsciously leaning towards the touch before she catches herself. Turning back, she nods at him. "It's more than that. It all depends on the two that make the deal."

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:11:44 PM)
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Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:13:18 PM)
*Will feels her lean into him for a moment, then remembers her saying something about and ex boyfriend or something. Will nods* I gotcha... like a con man versus a legit guy... a shitty car sold versus a lexus... A con man would sell you a lemon and tell you it's a lexus... a legit guy will sell you a lemon and tell you its got issues *shakes his head at his own confusion* I saw bedazzled though... I guess what I'm trying to say is... *he pauses for a very long time* I've done some shit in my past that I'm not proud of. I don't think I'm a bad guy... I'm just trying to survive like everyone else... but I got a feeling if I were to die today... well I'd be going to hell... *glances at her* and here I meet the angel of death herself. Coincidence or crossroads.

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:14:14 PM)
(going to smoke I'll read your post in 5)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:16:00 PM)
She smiles and shakes her head. "I assure you, hell is not made for your kind. You may have done some bad stuff in your life, but I am not that kind of angel. I am more the one who will give you a second chance at life. Death isn't just about the end of life. It can be about the death of a way of life, a change in how you live this life. My question to you, Will... Wolfgang... Do you fell that you are ready to try a different way of life? Do you want a second chance to fix some of your past mistakes?" She turns to face him fully, her eyes glowing with an ethereal light. "Do you want that second chance?"

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:22:23 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:30:10 PM)
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Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:30:46 PM)
*ponders for a long moment, remembering the movie Bedazzled then speaks slowly and clearly* I don't understand you Kalika, I don't understand the world I'm in, I've seen some very crazy shit in the past month and I got a feeling my number is coming up real soon, I got an intuition for this sorta thing. *pauses* I don't want a second chance, I want this chance to never end... I don't want to die and I don't want to go to hell. And I wanna know what the hell is going on here in New Orleans *his frustration rising* You know Isabella, I don't think you're the only angel here in the city.

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:31:38 PM)
(oocly speaking he wants his soul put back in a body if he dies... icly he wants to never die)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:34:32 PM)
She smiles at him. "I cannot answer that for you, but what I do know is that I am a kind person. I cannot tell you if you are soon to be dead, but what I can tell you is that there are some that have the power to make sure you never die. I am not talking about being a zombie, or some other form of undead. I am talking about you, your essence, staying exactly like it is."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:37:29 PM)
*his eyes widen at her* You're serious *he blinks then remembers her wings* yeah... you're serious and you don't seem like the conman trying to sell me a lemon *he enters Grand Isle town proper, barely a dot on the map* So I helped you get a job, gave you some money to tide you over... so you wanna make a deal so to speak? By the way I still don't get the whole... *noticing where he's at* Which way to your place... we can talk about this there.

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:38:30 PM)
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Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:40:05 PM)
She points south, along the beachline. "Go that way. Look for the logcabin-style house. It'll be set away from most of the others.

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:42:21 PM)
*Will continues along the beachline, passing several houses and watches as they thin out and seeing the log cabin one he pulls in, he calms his breathing... he has to do this right... his life is on the line* OK we're here. *he hops out the SUV and moves to her door opening it for her*

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:45:26 PM)
She unbuckles herself and slides out of the vehicle, onto the sand. The front door to the beach house opens and a tall latino man comes striding out, his steps slow and measured. He speaks softly, in obvious spanish, and Isabella smiles, replying in kind. He turns, eyes Will for a brief moment, then heads out along the beach, obviously going for a walk. "I'm sorry. Mateo has been a friend of mine for a long time, and he gets worried about me. I told him you and I need to talk. He will give us the privacy we need to discuss this." She bends down and slides her tennis shoes off, walking across the warm sand in her bare feet. "Please remove your shoes before you come inside. I really do not want to have to sweep sand out again."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:48:56 PM)
*Will eyes the man momentarily, like a predator recognising one of his own... within a mere moment, Will realizes he is the more dominant than this Mateo and relaxes. Removing his shoes Will follows her in, he can't seem to help glancing at Isabella's ass, her hips moving with such grace. He stops himself from thinking that way, she's the fricken angel of death.* Nice place.

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:50:09 PM)
She sets her shoes down just inside the door, on a small mat, then pads over to the kitchen. "Thank you. Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid I only have wine, tequila and water, but I could make some tea, if you like."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:52:41 PM)
*Will nods* Wine would be good *instinctively scanning the room, he relaxes and sets his shoes beside hers and then makes his way into the living room* Mind if I sit?

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 3:54:57 PM)
She shakes her head, then reaches up and pulls the pony-tail holder out, shaking her curls loose to fall down her back. "Make yourself comfortable." Moments later, she returns with two glases of white wine balanced in one hand, and a platter of little snacks and cheese in the other. Sliding the platter onto the table in front of the couch, she hands him one of the wine glasses, then curls up in an over-stuffed chair that's set at a 90-degree angle from the end of the couch, looking over at him.

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 3:59:48 PM)
*Watching her shaking her curls loose makes him sigh just a bit. While she's gone he thinks back to all the women he'd been with... all were one night stands, and most he'd manipulated... he hadn't had one single relationship he could think of that was real. The one woman he'd seen for more than a night was the fricken angel of death. He chuckles to himself at how twisted that is. He seats himself upon the chair and when she enters he looks at her for a very long moment and takes a long draw on the wine* So what is it you want from me Isabella?

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:01:05 PM)
I'm a business man so be straight up with me.

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:01:55 PM)
She takes a moment to sip gently at her wine before smiling at him. "The better question is, what do you want from me? My wants are largely irrelevant in this conversation, as my largest concern is seeing that humanity regains what they once lost." Leaning forward, she picks up a cracker and a slice of cheese, stacking them together, and bites into it, chewing thoughtfully as she watches him.

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:08:33 PM)
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Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:08:35 PM)
*Ponders her statement, he's not used to people never wanting anything from him, he smirks a bit but it dies quickly... he shrugs, he might as well start with his end of the deal then* I want... *speaking carefully cause he has a feeling this is real important* I want you to answer my questions, any questions, with honesty, and not just today, but for as long as I know you. When crazy supernatural stuff starts happening around me, I wanna know what's going on. I don't wanna be a ghost and I don't wanna go to hell... *long pause* And one day I wanna fall in love with a woman who loves me and I love her back. *his eyes seem like those of a wounded beast*

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:11:46 PM)
(I.E. I want you to answer all my questions truthfully for as long as I'm your thrall, I want supernatural awareness depending on what legion says, and I want you to shove my soul back into a body if I die. Obviously you can't help with the love thing... but I think it would be good character development for him to actually fall in love instead of looking for one night stands)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:12:00 PM)
She smiles sadly at the end of that. "That, I cannot help you with. It is outside of my knowledge of things. However, I see no problems with answering your questions, so long as you understand that this will be a two-way street. You ask questions, and in return, I get something from you. It won't be much; I am not a greedy person, nor am I overly cruel. You are more than welcome to talk with Mateo about anything concerning me. And if there ever comes a time that I need you for something, I expect you to provide, without question and without hesitation. I can keep you alive, as long as you obey me. I really do have your best interests at heart." She takes a small sip of her wine, then quirks a wry smile. "You can think of me as a kind of guardian angel, I suppose."

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:15:38 PM)
(quote: and in return I get something from you (you talking about faith?)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:16:47 PM)
((that, or something else... there'll be a pact set in place, but there will also be some maleability of the agreement between then... depending on what he asks of her, she may ask something that is equal to his request from him))

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:18:56 PM)
*Will listens to her speak, used to making deals with conmen, he only notices a couple of things that make him wary* That thing about something in return... you were kinda vague on that... but I believe you when you say you have my best interests at heart so I... *he pauses and squinches his eyes momentarily* agree.

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:21:28 PM)
She smiles at him. "All I need from you is your faith and trust that I will protect you. You will gain much from me, Will." ((we're gonna have to pause this. gotta go run and get the kidlet from school. we'll be back in 30, if you can screenshot this, we'll pick it up there, ok?))

Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:22:50 PM)
(k)

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:23:25 PM)
((thanks, hun... see you in a bit))

Isabella Perez (Nov 1, 2011 4:23:27 PM)
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Will Barrett (Nov 1, 2011 4:23:29 PM)
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