[CLOSED] 'nother day another dollar

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson buried his face in Deacon's chest. But it wasn't the same. "They won't even let me be a gaurdian angel," He whispered brokenly, but reluctantly let his wing go. Tears fell down his cheeks. "I'm not staying here... I gotta get back down there..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"If you fall, you're only gonna die again, Jayce.." He said quietly, running his hand gently between his wings. It always made Bandit feel better. "Why don't you go talk to Saint Peter and see if they'll send you back as a physical spirit? Because dying again down there is gonna do Nevada and your family about as much good as you being up here.."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson let out a shaky breath. "I don't wanna talk to hin.. I already screamed at him once today..or night. I don't even know what fucking time it is.." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small drug packet of white powder, begsn to cry harder. Everybody knew he drank, smoked marijuana. But nobody except Caine knew that he had been secretly using. "What good's being dead down there forever instead of falling and living life and gtowing old, anyway..?" But he knew it was better, that he would be able to protect Nevada without dying. Even if it might be a longer process of getting down.

[deacon reid rudman]

"It's always morning up here.." He said, running a hand through his hair. He looked around at everyone around him. "Because if you fall, you're going to live in hell until you die. And besides, you don't know if they're gonna send you back to be someone's guardian. They might. I mean, I doubt they've placed you anywhere up here yet." He poked his finger through the cloud again.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson sighed. "But it's not now...and I gotta get down there as soon as possible, Deacon.." He shoved the baggy back in his pocket. It was so strange, knowing his actual body was down there, everything just the same except...dead.
And he doubted Nixon had bothered move it.
He closed his eyes with a shaky breath. "Can you talk to him before you leave..?" He mumbled softly. "What happened to Bandit, anyway?"

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon nodded. "Yeah. I'm gonna talk to him, okay? See if there's something he can do to get you down there.." Little did he know, all hell was about to break loose down home.

"When we went looking for Vegas last time? The guy that had him all like, tied up? He decided to get revenge on everyone by hurting everyone around them. So he went and got Bandit while she was with Britt and ripped her wings out." He ran his hands down the legs of his jeans.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson swallowed, chewing on his lip. "He's the one who killed me.." He whispered brokenly. It felt so odd, saying that. Before meeting Caine, he hadn't even known about other creatures. But then he had grown terrified about dying, figured his always getting in trouble would send him to hell. Maybe it was a lucky break, saving Nevada had landed him here instead.

[deacon reid rudman]

"The bastard's crazy.." Deacon mumbled as Jourdan came back with a sleeping Bandit, her torso wrapped. He held her close, rocking her gently. "I'm gonna go talk to Pete." He said quietly, and walked towards the gate to talk to the man standing there. Him and Deacon had never been on good terms, especially because Deacon was usually sassy with him for no good reason.

He walked back a few minutes later, sitting down beside Jayson. "Okay, here's the deal. Your brother and his girlfriend? They were sent back as peace-keepers. That's what they're gonna do with you. Which means you have to be nice and calm and help little old ladies. Okay? I know that's not your scene, but they have too many angels up here and no one really needs guarding. Except like, the other fallens and they don't deserve it. They're gonna send you back tomorrow morning, Earth time. So when you hear birds chirping, you need to go to Pete and tell him to send you down. But you can't leave a moment before." He told him, rocking Bandit slowly. "Okay?"

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson glanced up halfheartedly, reaching out to pat Bandit's head. "Okay.." He mumbled deiectedly, still didn't like the idea of being immortal. He never thiught he'd actually despise such a chance. Not if it meant living longer than Nevada. But he would take care if that problem later, he supposed. He rubbed tears from his eyes, sighed.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I'd leave Bandit with you, but she's getting annoyed that she can't walk anymore and she's like.. really grumpy." He looked over at Jourdan, waving her over. She picked up Tripp, holding him on one hip.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Can Tripp drag Jayson around today? So he doesn't like, tear out all of his feathers?" He asked, and Tripp reached over to hug Bandit. He looked so much like his dad it was scary.

"Sure, if he wants to play with him." She said with a smile, sitting Trip down in Jayson's lap. "Or you can always come help me."

"Hi!" Tripp said, smiling up at Jayson.