Backseat Serenade--Mocking

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He never reall liked the beach, it was always hard to move his wheelchair around on the sand, getting caught in a little clump and what not. So really he just avoided it altogether. But today he felt that he needed to go. Why? Just a hunch really, maybe he just sick of staying indoors, listening to the radio and watching the news.
Lets face it: he had no really life.
He was old enough to understand that, but was t too late to fix that? Could he turn it around and do better. He growled at himself. He was destined to head for shit, no doubt about it. That's all he his life had been after all.

Lon rolled down to the water's edge, looking out over the horizon. It was about 2 in the afternoon and the sun was high over his head, beating down on his head and making him sweat. He wasn't the most physical person a d was rather weak, but don't tell that to his face. Unlike what most people expect, he was a feisty little guy. He had a sharp tongue and would show you too even if you didn't deserve it.

He leaned back, letting his jet black hair soak in the warmth. He closed his eyes, letting his head dangle. He wasn't normal, he had horns, and fake grey skin. That was his the form, sheep horns, grey skin, and black eyes. But people didn't see him due to his glamour. A glamour was like a magical skin that made mortals see him as 'normal'. He had been normal before he came to Nova City, no more than a country boy looking for a place to stay. He shook his head in shame and slumped forward, the sound of waves crashing onto the shore deafening to his ears.
Lon backed up away from the water, beginning to move down the beach, sand glistening beneath his wheels. It was odd that no one was here beside him, or at least he thought. The soft sound of win beats whispering in his ears, he turned his head slightly, his face stone-like as he watched the visitor.

[Mocking Bird]

There was not much wind , the slight breeze every once in a while, making it easy to fly. There was no resistance to going forward or too much velocity. This is what Mocking loved, the spring air that smelled fresh, easy to relax, but her mind was else where. She couldn't stop thinking of Seamus and she found it stupid, all she could really think to describe was a song, that was well an ish she supposed. Heart Attack by Demi Lovato was how she described it. It was just hard, that was all, avoiding cops, worrying about her daddy and Seamus, it was like trying to stop a tornado when your wings are clipped, no help, no powers. It would just be a spinning tyrant of never ending troubles. Mocking had been so busy thinking, she found that she was over the coast, by the city. She checked her watch, it was 2 in the afternoon, that wasn't too late. She flew down behind a few rocks and fixed her wings to fit tightly against her back and she slipped on a tank top she brought just to hide her wings.

It was blue and fit tight against her a little, it hid her wings to it was good enough, but soon Mocking just thought. Screw this. She ripped it by opening her wings. Let them see how evil I am. Then she realized, she had been spotted. "Shit!" Mocking muttered under her breath. Knowing she maybe in trouble now.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

It was an angel; his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched from in his little chair. Then, he realized that the wings were black, not ivory like he would have expected. She had rosy hair, like blood almost.
Damn it his mind had no filter. It was always kill this or bloody that, nothing ever seemed to be clean. The hormones he had been injected with were getting to him, or at least he though. On the other hand it could just be his shitty personality making him like this, who he was and always would be.
He gave a dark laugh and turned his chair. If the angel was smart enough, she would see he wasn't human and would see the devil beneath. It was funny, quite ironic even, the angel meeting the demon. His blue-green eyes gleamed with humor as he thought of such an atrocity.
"Hey." He clipped, his voice low and staccato. He didn't care really but being alone like this wasn't all that fun.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking wanted to fly off, reason being, where would she go? There was no where to go. She let out a low pitch growl, that sounded like nothing, it was a demon. Even though Mocking Bird was a dark angel she felt no connection to them. They were more monstrous to her, and dark angels were civilized. His eye were strange, while Mocking Bird's looked slightly normal, still a dark blue that might as well be navy. "What the hall are you laughing about? There was nothing funny that had happened." Mocking snapped. What was funny? She felt as though there was nothing that was to be laughed about. Most guys seemed to have that strange sense of humor.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Her reaction caused him to intensify is giggling, he waved her off. "Oh I was only laughing at myself." He purred. He spun his wheelchair around to tilt his head at her and take her in a bit more. She was tall as an angel should be, she had the right attitude and all. She was the whole package for a corrupted girl.
Lon rolled forward, extending his hand in a friendly greeting. The entire time of course, he kept a smart ass smirk on his mouth.
"Call me Lon." He greeted, looking up at her.

(Me too)

[Mocking Bird]

There was something about him that made Mocking want to just walk away, his smirk was what confirmed. She didn't extend her hand, but instead crossed her arms. Something told her that he should leave and hope that daddy just somehow knows to come for a progress report. However she doubted that, she may miss her father, but he was a lord after all and if this guy did anything, even though he was probably at a disability being in a wheelchair, but he could also be lying. "Mocking Bird." She muttered. She was named after a white bird, when her wings were black, and her sister, named Raven when her wings were white, it was just strange.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He nodded, gesturing a hand to her wings, "Appropriate." He smiled, not his normal mischievous one, but a genuine one. He was sincere, dropping his hand back to his sides and wondering if he should reveal himself. He wasn't human, but she had failed to notice this fact as it was. It seemed she didn't like him, the little orphan boy who wasn't so little anymore.
He backed up, his wheels coming into range of the waves. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mocking. I see you are an angel, as you so enthusiastically announced." He laughed quietly as he remembered her little episode of letting her wings out. Despite that, no one else was on the beach aside from Mocking and him.
He decided he could, after a she was a fellow freak. He smiled as the little illusion came tumbling down, his once pale skin darkening until it was a dark grey. His eyes now had a black hue to them, dark and demonic as was his species. From his head sprouted horns, spiraling and rounded with small ridges like a goat's. they were sharp at the end and were ivory colored. He grinned sincerely exposing his canines.
"I am demon." He revealed with a small tilt of his head.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird felt the heating anger, she hated being called just angel, she was a dark angel, a type, not one who was unknown. Her wings were as black and dark as possible, and she was bad, not good. She glared at him, hating how she was not classified. "I am a dark angel for you information. I am not unclassified." Mocking snapped. She didn't like being called an angel. She watched him as he wheeled towards that waves. Still glaring with fire in her eyes. Then there was a transformation, she had guessed he was a demon, only from his eyes, she could see the darkness and almost feel the evil that came off of him it almost seemed. I better not have to fight this guy, maybe he will actually need that wheelchair. Mocking thought. Her wings opened, ready to let the wind descend her into the sky so she could get high enough to dart down. It was going to be hard, she only had a small pocket knife, she knew she should have brought her dagger, but she also had powers.

She was the heir to the throne, of course her powers were strong and her father taught her everything he knew. "I figured you were demon. I could see the darkness in your eyes and feel the evil." Mocking muttered. She couldn't help it she was a little ticked.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He waved her hand a her apologetically, "Dark angel, excuse me." He said putting his hands up as she glared at him. Honestly, people these days had no tolerance. They had no real class to them, everyone now lived with poles up their asses. It was annoying.
Lon tilted his head as her expression turned to one of confirmation. As if she already knew.
Well she could have his saw through the glamour.
He mocked her in his head, making a scowl and making the high-pitched voice. He gave an exasperated sigh and put his head back against the side of the chair. Then, he watched her lift up, tensing as if she was about to go at him.
His black eyes grew wide his wheelchair backing up slightly. "Woah there Miss Mocking, no need to do that." He said slightly alarmed. In case she had t figured it out by now, he truly was paralyzed. He had needed the wheel chair since he was like 7 years old after an incident with his father. Lon wasn't fit, he wasn't strong, he didn't really have a power.
I could see the darkness in your eyes and feel the evil
He flinched visibly, cringing away in recoil at this accusation. He hung his head slightly, his black hair falling over his expression of fatigue. He pulled his legs up to his chest using his hands to pull them up to him. He leaned against his knees, perching his head on them.
"I'm not evil." He defended quietly, almost as a whisper. Suddenly he glared at the 'dark' angel. "I didn't ask to be this way. I am not evil." He growled at her, his eyes narrowed to black slits of spite. "Do not accuse me of that." He backed up, his voice threatening for once.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking soothed, he really did need a wheelchair, chances were, he was no threat to her. However he was annoying, he didn't care, that was for sure, maybe he was selfish, for all she knew about him, which was pretty much nothing. There was one this Mocking didn't care was, about looks, she was pretty much a princess, she had to pick someone suitable to lead an empire of evil dark angels. Who weren't too bad half of the time, sometimes it was unbelievable. "Just calm down little demon." Mocking said, it was meant to make him mad so if she left, he wouldn't care at all and would ignore her for a long time. Mocking stretched her wings out for a few seconds. Then turned to face Lon again. "Just because your not evil doesn't mean I can't sense the darkness. I am a dark angel and some of us have powers, it is strange, but I can sense somewhat." Mocking explained. She could also raise armies of evil shadow things to do her biding, but that would be better to be unspoken.

She was one of the powerful dark angels, so of course. Soon Mocking leaned against a rock and yawned. As if to say that it was so boring.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He kept his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the angel. He gave a scoff and began to roll away down the sandy shore. Now he really felt dirty. This entire town was full of lunatics and he had no idea how to get out. Did he really want to leave?
Yes, yes he did. This place was Hell itself and he had to get out.
Lon hasn't even intended on coming here, whoever this was.
He had been on a bus one moment and the next he was strapped to a table I. Some laboratory. That was how he came to this moment, through needles, tests, and experiments. Eventually he snapped and went all 'demonic' on the scientists and left. He had met some freaky guy in a helmet and a black trench coat who had tried to stop him. The guy hasn't mentioned a name, but he had broad shoulders.
Apparently all he wanted was to protect others or something. Either way he didn't care.
"Well, thanks for ruining my evening." He said with a smart ass comment and gave a wave without looking back. He rolled on down the shore without a real reason of where to go. He supposed he could go to the music store, he needed some new pieces and tuner anyways.