((Hrrr.

I think I'll take out Natalya and Andrew and replace them with a different girl. P:))

Nolan chuckled again before padding off. "Follow me, then," he said, pausing a moment to look back at Spade, waiting for him to follow. 

"Ah you mean how I...I died?" Chan looked down trying to hold back tears.

"Oh..Thanks."  Spade sighed.

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"..Uh...Yeah..."  Crispin muttered.

Nolan slowed down to a stop, his smile fading as he lowered his head, silver eyes hidden behind his black hair. "My father was a violent man that was always drunk, and my mother was a druggie. They'd get into arguments and, sometimes, blamed it all on me. I started running away when they fought, so I learned how to keep track of where I was going. That last night I didn't run, though... I was going to face up to my dad," he muttered, then took a deep breath. "He...he had a gun, though... He shot me around five or six times, then went on to kill my druggie mom. Those two neer cared about me... they never even knew I was gone that first time, lost in the woods for three days..." He shook his head, wanting to clear those bloody images from his mind.

He turned around, pointing to the silver thing on his cheek. "This thing marks one of the places where my drunk dad shot me."

((Yeah. e.o)) 

There was a shrot pause.

"Mmmmmm, great dinner conversation!"  He said.

Crispin still had hias arms crossed, and didn't look the least bit surprised. 

"Idiot,"  He said deadpan.  "Why did you allow yourself to go anywhere near a gun?  Best friend or not, that you deserved to die,"  He said iwth a sigh.  "More papers for my brother to fill out...

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Spade looked down.  "..Well...My mother was wheelchairbound, so I had to do the running around, and my father died in a drunk driving accident.  I was always a hated child, so I got ignored.  Not too surprised though,"  He said, rolling his eyes to himself. 

"One day there were two guys that grabbed me.  They put me in the back of their truck, I woke up to get beaten several times before they slit my throat. It was a bad one too...You could see the knife mark on my bone....I don't know what happened to mom,"  He said crossing his arms behidn his head. 

"Oh, well..It was all in the past, we shouldn't worry about it, hnn?"

Nolan blinked, eyebrows furrowing as he fluttered his raven wings, extending them to wrap them around himself. His mind still flashed back to the past pretty often, so he couldn't really not worry about it.

"Yeah, I suppose so." 

Nolan sighed. He hated how people could seem to read him like an open freaking book. "Well, I can't put my life behind me. It was years of hell, ending with five bullets from my father," he muttered, turning his silver eyes up to the moon. "Heh... Count yourself lucky that you were ignored. When I was noticed, my mom was drugged out of her mind and my dad was drunk off his *censored*," he stated. Then he pulled out his book of Black Magick, lifting it to show Spade. "And there's also this here. I've delved into practicing the dark arts of Black Magick," he added.

((Yeah.

He's an emo angel. .3.)) 

"...."  Spade really couldn't think of anythign to make things a little less awkward.  So he decided to break the fourth wall.

"Y'know, Jade actually smacked Amber for spellign it 'Magick,' saying there was no need for the freakin' 'K'?  I'd watch myself out...Angel or not,"  He said.  He then noticed another angel, and it looked like she was in a fight with a bunch of other creatures.

"Hey, Nolan, you seein what I'm seein'?"  He asked, then charged in with Sawyer, standing next to her. 

"Need a hand?"  He asked.