[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson moped about, upset, waiting impatiently to see someone, Deacon, anybody. He hadn't been able to text Caine back and explain, guessed nobody probably even knew he was dead yet. Except Nixon and Nevada. He walked circles in agitation, then sat down, plucking feathers from his wings, wincing. But he didn't care, began to pace again. He eyed the entrance gates again, mentally pleading Deacon bring somebody up so he could get him to have someone find his body, tell his family... If he was stuck here, he wanted them to know so they could give him a funeral, something...just so they would know.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada laid there silently, finally falling asleep despite the boy working on the tattoo on his chest. He didn't care if the boy loved him, or if he wanted him, or what he did with him. He wanted Jayson.

Deacon had waited until it was late at night before he finally was helping Bandit patiently to heaven. Her legs weren't working, but she liked walking on his feet. And she would only be a baby so long, so he wasn't one to complain.

"Hi!" She told Saint Peter, and the man smiled at her.

"Can you fix her? Or give her new wings?" He asked.

"We can give her new wings but she's just going to have to learn how to walk again. Bring her to Jourdan." He said, and Deacon wandered in the gates, letting Bandit look around.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson rubbed at a red rimmed eye, sniffling softly from where he sat by himself, a small pile of his own feathers next to him, wings drooping carelessly. He didn't bother look at anybody, had finally told Adam he wanted to be left alone. He sighed shakily, hoped Nevada was at least not bein murdered or something, that Nixon was trying to take care of him, even if it was wrong. Even if it broke his heart.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Hey!" Bandit called, and Deacon looked over to see Jayson sitting there. He left Bandit with the pregnant angel -still not understanding how she was dead and pregnant- and walked over to Jayson, sitting down next to him.

"Why are you pulling your wings out?" He asked, plucking up one of the feathers. But it only withered and died at his touch. "Bandit had to come get new wings.. Some psycho ripped her's out. But I guess calling him a psycho's being a hippocrate because that's what Knox did- ripped out every angel's wings he could get to.."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson glanced up with a shaky breath, jaw trembling. "Cos I don't fucking want them.." He muttered brokenly, looked away and wiped at his eyes. "Same one prob'ly that killed me...I-...I had to let him...I couldn't let him hurt Nevada..." He whispered, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. "Deacon...you-...I-...all my friends and family are down there and nobody even fucking knows I'm dead.." He looked at him brokenly.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You can't tell me where you're at cause I'm not responsible for bodies and that would be questionable information to the police. But once you've been gone twenty-four hours, your parents can call the police. Or you can tell me what happened between when you died and now, and I can tell the cops I may have seen something odd. If you were at like, Walmart or the movies or something and he snatched you up." He picked at the cloud, poking his finger through it before he pulled it out again. "If he is the same guy, I feel bad for Nevada.. I just can't tell you what you can and can't do to get out of here. Or they'll kill Connor and take Bandit."

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I can't wait fucking twenty four hours!" He cried angrily, pulled his wings close. He rubbed at his face. "I-...I was closing the store in the mall.." He swallowed. "He dragged me out towards the woods..I-..I don't know where we were, some cabin..I just know Nevada had been gone several days and-...and he's sick and I didn't wanna tell him bye..and-" Fresh tears blurred his vision and he buried his face in his hands. "I had to let him...I told him to kill me...I couldn't let Vegas get hurt..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"I know you didn't wanna tell him bye.." He said quietly. He knew his goodbye was coming up quickly, that Connor was going to be gone soon. It killed him to think it, but he had to face it. He just hoped it would be awhile.

"I'll tell the cops, okay? Maybe they can help Nevada.. But if he had him there since he's gone missing and he just killed you, he's not gonna be stupid enough to keep him there. And.. if he kills him, Nevada's going straight to hell.. No questions asked.. His dad's Hades. Even if he was a perfect person, he'd be put in hell." He looked up to see if Jourdan was coming with Bandit. But she only walked over, her hand on her stomach, to tell him that they would be awhile before she walked back. Tripp bounced along after her, looking both happy and miserable.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson cried softly into his hands. "I know he is.." He choked brokenly. "It-...it's not fair..." A hand fisted angrily in one of his wings again. He could care less that some angels were starting to stare. "I'd rather burn in hell with him than be stuck up here..." He whispered brokenly.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon pulled the boy close to him with a sigh, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. "At least while you're up here, Saint Peter will give you updates on him if you ask. If you're in hell, Satan doesn't care.." He patted his back gently, hugging him close. He knew how much he would have killed for a hug everytime Connor was sick.