I am pathetic. Not only in the sence that I'm to lazy to do all the stuff I have to do, but also in the sence that I want to be everything. And I can't. So I try to be just me, but I'm not entirely certain that being me ISN'T being everything. Or nothing. Or a frog, who knows?

Once upon a time, a long time ago, a girl started a Roleplay. It was Pokemon based, but only in that the lead character and the people around her had pokemon. And it was a roleplay only in the sence that the better you wrote, the more battles you won. This is where Angel was born.
I've often thought about her story, and what came from it. I've also often though of what I could do with this story. Because of the way it was written, I don't feel it would work as well as a novel or the like. What I originally thought it would do really well at was a game. Of course, the idea is next to impossible to sell, and noone wants to play a game staring Aleta Silverwell. Still, it'd be cute to see a little Angel sprite runing around like Link. Maybe that's just my twisted mind.

Anyway, the roleplays ended with a sort of eppilogue. After Angel had ascended to her Diva-hood, been stabbed by mercury and left by her fiance (Alright, losing Nathan wasn't a grest loss), she ended up chasing an angel of death around the continent. Come to think of it, I never did say wether or not Julian survived her attack. I guess he did. Anyway, Angel lost everything in this epilogue - She was left in the middle of nowhere, and every so often little L would stop by to taunt her, asking her 'How do you hurt the person who has lost everything?' She didn't know, until miss angel of death showed her her scyther, beaten and scarred, denying any knowledge of her. And thus she learnt the answer - Even when you having nothing left, there is always a way to hurt you. all they have to do is give you back something you lost, and break it.
Aremd with this knowledge, Angel turned L into a statue and left her in the middle of nowhere. I never actually wrote what happened after that. I just realised this - I think it's safe to assume she moved on. She does have a husband and three kids now. As well as an underground crime rink! Alright, that's exadurating...

"Well the rain exploded with a mighty crash as we fell into the sun"
~Band on the run
- posted by Washi @ 6:42 pm