Never Had A Dream Come True ::Open::

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta walked through the opened meadow. The grass was rich and green and had many colorful flowers that gave off beautiful scents that Agenta found to be wonderful. She had a pink beautiful sun dress and a brown straw hat. She once had long soft brown hair that fell past her hips, but for some reason she choose to cut it. She wanted to look different and start new from her past that was not considered the best. Agenta sat down in the the grass and laid down. Her blue eyes gazed up at the blue sky. She began to wonder, "Did I once live there?" Agenta let out a sigh. Why did she have to be born an angel. One that made ever wish come true.

[James White]

James picked absently at the grass, his tall figure hunched over in the tall patches of heather and barely. It was still cold out, but not nearly as chilly as it had been. His boughs of coughs have been decreasing and he had high hopes that his lifespan was increasing slowly.
He smiled, leaning back and falling on his back into the soft brushes of grass. The sun shone brilliantly on his pale cheeks, his light hair catching its rays and seeming to glow white. James closed his pale blue eyes, absorbing all the warmth he could from such weak rays.
Things had been working out well. He had a good place to stay and he few friends that he did make were together and happy. It made him ecstatic to know that he was the one to bring them back. He let out a sigh, being a miracle worker was hard stuff.
James shifted his arms to the back of his head and he used them as a pillow as he stared up at the vast expanse of blueness and clouds. It was a gorgeous day and on a day of neither illness nor snow, he had to take the opportunity. James smiled and started whistling.
He stayed like that for about ten minutes, the gentle breeze cooling his warm cheeks. Slowly, a shadow fell across his body and a moment after a foot fell upon his stomach. James let out a puff of air and coughed a bit in surprise. He sat up, surprise dawning on his expressions. Someone had stepped on him?!

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta's blue eyes grew wide with surprise as she heard the cough. She jumped back and looked around. She began to think what it could be. A crazy man who preyed on sweet girls like herself or maybe a murder. Not seeing anything around her she noticed something on the ground, it was a person. Agenta began to feel her face grown red with embarrassment. She had stepped on a person because she was lost in thought and didn't even think about keeping her eyes on the ground and not in the sky. Agenta got down on her knees and looked at the man with worried eyes. "I'm so sorry, I was being so careless with my head in the clouds and all. Oh my, this is really embarrassing and look at me going on and on with my big mouth. Are you okay?" Agenta finally finished her freak out speech with the most stupidest question she could have ever asked. Was he okay? Of course he was not okay! She had just stepped on him and she was no light girl. She thought of herself as a fat lady, one that everyone stayed clear of when she walked down the streets, but again she was being to dramatic.

[James White]

James looked up at what looked to be the most horrified pedestrian he'd ever seen. She looked like she just stepped into the van of a pedophile. It was almost humorous really. A small smirk spread across his lips and he positioned his elbows to prop himself up. James brushed his bangs out of his eyes and got a good look at the girl. She was about two years younger than him and was nice looking. She had chocolate hair, it in a cropped sort of layered style. She had slate blue eyes that were eerily similar to his brother's.
he shook his head as he girl suddenly appeared by his side. He cocked his head and looked at her like she was slightly crazed. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit dirty but rest assured I'll be okay." He gave a small chuckle and sat up fully. His fingers brushed off the tan shirt he was wearing; a factor that contributed to the reasons he had been stepped on. He let out a little sigh and smiled at her.
"So are you okay? You look a bit surprised, hun." He observed with a skeptical stare.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta gave a sigh of relief as he responded with a positive answer. He was fine is what he told her and she took that as the truth. He didn't seem really hurt for he had the energy to grin and smirk at her. Again she could feel her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. She was making such a foul of herself she probably looked like the world stupidest girl or either the silliest clown known to mankind. Agenta looked around from the guy and turned her attention to the grass. She started to gently brush her fingertips across the top of the blades of grass. "Yes, I am just fine. Their is nothing wrong with me, I have no illness and I am in perfect health. I was just daydreaming that's all." Even thought she tried to make it seem like she was a normal girl who just made a small mistake on where to place her foot, she made it seem like she was an airhead. One who had no brain to use or think with, just enough brain power to process simple tasks. Agenta lowered her head, her hair falling on the side of her face shielding it from the man's eyes. She was so embarrassed.

[James White]

He crossed his legs and let his blue eyes wander again. The cooled air felt wonderful and he little doubt that the day would go no colder than what it was. James glanced at the girl and chuckled lightly, "You know what you remind me of? A dandelion." He meant as a compliment and also a slight tease. It was a playful gesture of course.
"So pretty, but you'd blow right away in the slightest wind." He added, letting his fingers dance on the smaller blades of grass.
He looked back at the girl and grinned, "I'm James. Can I call you Dandelion?" He joked and poked her arm playfully. That was his personality. He wasn't flirting, just simply playing. Just imagine a clumsy dog, always eager and falling down.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta listened to his words and her eyes grew soft, he was sweet. His words were like honey that soothed her wild beating heart. Agenta could not help but let a friendly smile slip upon her fair skinned face. She raised her hands to her chest, folded them, and pressed them against her chest. Her dress fabric was soft, just like her skin. As she listened she felt a finger poke her arm and she could not help, but slowly turn her head to face him. Agenta looked at him with soft blue eyes and a warm friendly smile on her face. She was very happy to hear words like that for some reason, she didn't really understand why, but they just made her smile. She didn't mind being teased for everyone did it to her. She was just one that was meant for teasing and that was a fact. "Hello James, my name is Agenta, but sure you can call me Dandelion if you wish." Agenta turned her blue eyes to the sky and spoke with her soft, sweet, and gentle voice, "To tell you the truth, that's my first nickname." Agenta turned back to James and giggled with joy.

[James White]

He smiled, "Agents huh? I like that much better than Dandelion. Although, I may say it occasionally." He said his tone lint and feathery. He followed her gaze to the sky and found himself looking quite nonchalant.
"Did you come out here for the good weather as well?" He said his hands now turning their attention to a small stalk of barely. His hands had this weird quirk where they had to be doing something, it got bad sometimes when he just started twitching. He looked back up at the clouds, their pale canvas portraying so many shapes and figures. He reebered as a child going out to the lake and trying to spot different animals, like a hunt.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta smiled and turned her eyes back at the sky. "Well I had another reason for coming out her, but the one you have given is a nice one. I very much like today's weather, it nice." Agenta closed her eyes and pointed her head up to the sky. She could feel the cool breeze brushing against her soft skin. She took a deep breath and slowly released it. It was peaceful to be out on the meadows. So much beauty that is never harmed and always seems to sway with the wind and dance. Opening her eyes she gazed back up at the sky. "Why did I come here?"

[James White]

James cocked his head in curiosity. What other reason could there be? All other reasons he could think of were neither plausible nor could ou do alone. Speaking of which...
He raised his neck just a bit to see above the grass. He didn't see anyone else so he assumed she was alone like him. He mulled this over and looked back at her, his blue eyes ablaze with curiosity. "So why did you come here?" He asked finally. James was her simply because of the opportunity. His illness didn't permit him to do a lot in the cold, a day like this was a blessing in his mind.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta's eyes grew wide as he asked the simple Question that Agenta herself set herself up for. She had to open her big mouth so carelessly. She remembered Claw and how she wanted to gather a group of special people to look out for each other, but Agenta found it to be a silly idea since if they all grouped up they humans would find them easier. Agenta just wanted to be normal and live a simple life with her brother. Yet, that would not happen since her brother accepted his powers and used them very often in practice within the meadow or the forest. Agenta let out a sigh and lowered her blue gaze to her lap where her hands were gently folded. Why was she here? What on earth could have made her fall to this place? Why could she not return to heaven? Agenta was confused about why she had the blood of an angel. Surely her mother or father could have not been angel, for Sam was not one of angel blood. He had the power of electricity, but that was not a sign of being angel born. Agenta spent many of her days thinking on how she came to be a human with angel blood. Glancing over she realized she had not spoken to her acquaintance and just sat in silence. "Oh, my reason for being out here! Right. It's a secret in which I am not willing to share with others for fear of my life and those around me. Judgment can be harsh."