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| Topic Started: July 30, 2015, 7:57 am (89 Views) | |
| Penny | July 30, 2015, 7:57 am Post #1 |
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Character: Angel Date: March 14 Time: Mid to Late Morning Place: Manhattan, NYC, NY, USA OOC: The first part of this post is from the sample post in the Angel bio though parts of it have been rewritten. It picks up fresh after the shower scene… The morning after the official first ever appearance of the female Warren Worthington III, who Warren guessed was Wardah Worthington I, found Warren sleeping in a heap on a pile of sofa cushions and blankets. She had been exhausted when she finally figured out how to navigate her way back to the building and muscles she didn’t know she had were aching and cramped. She had cuts and bruises that were already partially healed and her throat ached from smoke inhalation… That and she had a very mild hangover from her liquid pain medication before falling asleep. “You’re a mess.” Daniel Martin told her as he let himself into the room. “You’re fired.” Warren groggily wheezed out from her mess of blankets and wings. “You’re an awful liar.” He replied. “You made the front page, you know.” A heavy smack sound told Warren that he’d dropped a newspaper nearby and she stuck a hand out, groping around until she managed to snag the paper and pull it closer. She blearily cracked her eyes open and gazed at the front page of The Guardian newspaper. ANGEL Mutant or Miracle? There were quite a few pictures. Warren tossed the paper away after barely a glance. All she saw was a liar pretending to be something they weren’t and taking advantage of the awed, weeping faces of those around her on the pictures. “Why do we they print trash like that, anyway?” “If you hate that you’re going to want to stay away from the internet and televisions today as well.” The doc needed to really be fired one of these days. “They’ve had video footage springing up since an hour or so after you flew the scene.” He sounded far too cheerful as he handed her a freshly made tonic for her throat. “Like it or not, you’re news.” Extracting herself from her impromptu nest, Warren took the tonic and drank it down even as she flipped Daniel off. The old man had the nerve to laugh at her as she handed the empty glass back and stood. “I own that damn paper…” She muttered as she headed toward the nearest shower. “I should get veto power on headlines.” “That’s not how the news works, dear.” Daniel followed along, stopping just outside the mostly closed door of the bathroom as she started up her shower. “Warren, I told your father when I was made head of the Worthington family medical staff that he should end the charade his father forced him into making. He didn’t listen. I know what he put in his will; I was against that, too. But this is a chance. A chance for you to not hide from anyone and learn who you are… Or at least part of you because that damned will is making you keep up the public charade. Think about it… No body suits, no makeup and wigs… And best of all, no knives.” Warren remained silent for some time as she finished showering and turned off the water. Eventually she stepped out, pulling a towel on. She opened the door and leaned against the frame before looking up at the doctor. “Well… Have them bring the car around at four. I’m heading upstate to the cabin for a month or two. If the world is going to have an angel, the angel should at least know how to fly.” Daniel smiled at her response before he remembered something. “Well, the thing is… You can’t really do that. I sent your staff off on paid leave while you were in seclusion. So unless you want to start learning to drive yourself, you’re stuck here until I can track down your drivers at least and get them back.” Making a face, Warren sighed. “Figures. And you know I won’t even entertain the notion of driving. The front seat is too cramped.” “At least now I know why you find it cramped. You were made for the sky.” Daniel paused. “That actually explains a lot about your medical records that I could never figure out.” “So now what am I going to do today?” “Well, since you do want to try the showing up without the playboy front on… Perhaps we can find out your measurements and order some clothing that The Guardian’s Angel would wear?” Warren stared at him in disbelief. “Seriously? Your response is shopping? If I didn’t know you were happily in love with your wife I’d wonder about you…” Daniel sighed. “I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to dress you up like a pretty young lady ever since I was let in on the family secret and shove it in your father’s face.” It was obvious Warren was torn. Both at the idea of having to shop instead of head upstate and at the conflicting emotions brought on by Daniel’s admission. Finally the chance to rub it in her father’s face was too much. She narrowed her eyes. “Lets use the computer in Father’s office.” “I like the way you think!” It wasn’t much later that Daniel and a thankfully dressed Warren were seated at the desk in the overly plush office Warren Jr. had favored and were having a healthy debate about underwear of all things. “Do I even need a bra? I’ve got tiny tits… Isn’t there a size limit where you can get away without wearing one? How do you put the damn things on?” “I’m pretty sure they’re required no matter the size. I could bring Shirley over to help with this… And didn’t you learn how in prep school?” “I think you’re lying. Tiny ones can’t possibly need them… And I don’t want anyone else to know yet. I learned how to take off someone else’s bra in prep school, not put one on myself.” “Your education is so warped… I should have tried knocking your father upside his fool head.” Warren snorted. “You’re 90 and debating if I should wear a bra or not based on tit size and I’m pretty sure you snuck a pair of rufflebutt panties into the cart as a joke earlier. How is that better?” Daniel sniffed. “78 thank you…” Warren laughed at him. Tags: None |
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| Penny | July 31, 2015, 3:47 pm Post #2 |
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Character: Angel Date: March 14 Time: Late Afternoon Place: Manhattan, NYC, NY, USA Dr. Daniel Martin had worked for the Worthington family’s small medical staff ever since he had saved Warren Jr. in a restaurant from choking on a piece of poorly chewed filet mignon. He didn’t know how such an act warranted such a prestigious position, but he had been thankful for it ever since he had received his first pay. When the older members of the staff had retired or passed away he had become the head and sole member of the medical staff to a family that then contained only Warren Jr. and his son. A son Daniel had soon learned after becoming their primary physician was not a son at all. Ever since he had learned the truth he had done his best to try to convince Warren Jr. that he should stop forcing his daughter to be a son. His advice was never heeded. He had learned a lot about the family, tried to council the girl when he could, but she was far too busy trying to live up to her father’s approval to take any practical advice… The day she came to him in tears over her first period about how she’d never be a good son had broken his heart, to say the least. But nothing would have prepared him for the comment about to come out of Miss Warren’s mouth as he was helping her adjust her body suits to hold her wings down without adding too much bulk to her disguise. “Does eating chicken make me a cannibal?” Daniel sighed, rolling his eyes heavenward before glancing at the billionaire munching on a chicken cordon bleu sandwich as she sewed a new back panel onto one of her suits. “While I am utterly ecstatic that you are recovering from your extended leave of sanity and prepared to reenter the world, I’m not being paid enough to discuss if you’re a cannibal or not because you choose to eat fowl.” Warren watched Daniel, chewing one bite after another and letting the silence settle between them. As always, Daniel caved first. “No. Perhaps if you ate a swan…” Warren snorted a laugh and turned back to her sewing. Tags: None Edited by Penny, July 31, 2015, 3:49 pm.
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| Penny | August 1, 2015, 6:25 pm Post #3 |
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Character: Angel Date: March 14 Time: Evening Place: Manhattan, NYC, NY, USA In the end, Warren won the argument about bras. The victory was a minor one as the straps just didn’t fit properly around her wings on any of the styles she and Daniel had agreed to try. So winning that argument by default wasn’t as satisfying as it should have been. The panties on the other hand… “Are they supposed to fit like this?” Warren called from the bedroom where she was trying on some of the clothes they had ordered earlier. Daniel’s wife Elaine poked her head in the door. “Of course they are, how else are they supposed to fit?” “Just used to boxers…” Warren mumbled, tugging the edge of the plain style panties to try to cover more of her butt again. “I know you were trying to follow your father’s wishes, War…” Elaine entered the bedroom fully, carrying another box of the ordered clothing with her. The items had been shipped to the Martin house and Elaine had brought them with her. She didn’t visit often since she knew Warren Jr’s brainwashing made Warren awkward around women. “But you really should have used your prep school’s dare weeks to try on ladies undergarments.” Warren snorted. “And risk one of the guys finding out I didn’t really have anything in my boxers? Not likely.” Elaine shook her head and opened the newest box, pulling out some of the items before finding a crystal encrusted silver gown. She held it up, “Daniel?” Warren glanced over and nodded. “Yup.” “Figures.” Elaine put the pretty, but severely impractical gown aside and continued to rummage. Movement from Warren drew her attention and she turned to see Warren twisted in some weird way and… Preening her gorgeous wings. Then she noticed something. “Warren… Are you planning to shave?” Startled, Warren paused. “Shave? I’ve never shaved a day in my life…” “I know, Warren. That’s the problem. Your legs are fine, Lord knows I’d give anything to just have thin blonde wisps on my legs, but under your arms…” Elaine made a gesture. “If you’re going to be wearing dresses like you were on the news you have to at least shave under your arms.” Warren paused to check her pit, yup, forest. “Why?” Elaine rolled her eyes. “Because hair follicles absorb smell. Last thing you need is for someone’s memory of you saving them to be of a smelly, hairy armpit.” With that, she stomped out of the room on a mission. A few moments later she returned from Warren Jr’s bathroom with the deceased man’s shaving supplies. “Here.” She thrust the items into Warren’s startled arms. “Go to the bathroom and figure it out while I find the perfect dress for you to wear tonight. Just remember not to press too hard.” When Warren didn’t move fast enough for Elaine’s liking she got bustled out by Elaine flapping one of the dresses at her as if shooing away a stray bird… Stumbling slightly with surprise, Warren headed off to the bathroom as told and then looked at her startled expression in the mirror before looking down at the items in her arms. “Crap.” Tags: None |
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