Post by Angela Watson on Jan 23, 2017 15:16:28 GMT -5
Watson, Angela
Human, Spiritualist
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age / Apparent Age: 27 years old, real and apparent
Gender:Female
Height & Weight: 5'7" & 52 KGs
Hair & Eye Color:Chocolate, mousy brown
Positive Traits: Quick, dogged, efficient, logical, discreet
Negative Traits: Cruel, judgmental, narrow minded
Loyalties: Authority has always been a matter of confusion for Angela. Growing up, she was told her parents were the authority but the girl found she could easily manipulate them into doing what she wished. When she began school, she was told teachers were the authority but the teachers at her school never seemed to know this or care about it, leaving her to do as she wished as long as she handed in her homework on time. Upon entering the workforce, Angela once again found that no one cared enough to exert true authority over her, nor was she ever in a position to stay under a forced authority figure. In the end, the young woman decided that the only thing with any authority over her was her own conscience, and to this day she listens to her own wants and needs above that of a conventional authority figures. In a nutshell, her loyalties lie with only herself and those she can reap personal benefit from.
Snapshots:
1989 – Born in Kansas City, USA
2007 – Graduated High school
2010 – Moved to Arlington, Texas, USA
2014 – Started working as a School Nurse as a Public K-12 school
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: Naturally plain, Angela stands at five foot seven and weighs just under fifty two kilograms, making her neither unusually slender nor overly curvy, just the way she prefers it. If her frame was structured intentionally to never stand out in a crowd, her facial features follow the same theme. Generically pale with a small dusting of marks from intentional lack of proper skin care, Angela usually wears the kind of makeup that looks almost nonexistent. Her mousy brown hair is never combed to a shine and her teeth never professionally polished. Her lips are thin and an unremarkably fleshy pink, only accentuated by colorless gloss on occasions. Angela dresses in modest but more importantly, generic clothes. Jeans, beige, white and black tops, professional skirt suits that fall perhaps a little less impressively on her than they should due to her always purchasing one size too large for herself and sturdy running shoes. Heels, Angela has learned, are nice to look at but hardly practical – especially in a school full of kids where she may be required to run at any time.
Spiritual Description: Because Angela isn’t entirely sure of what her powers may be, her spiritual pressure it yet largely undefined. All she really knows about it is that it keeps other spiritual beings away from her unless she lures them with tactics such as ones employed in the past. While others may find themselves attracted to supernatural phenomenon, Angela had to work to find and lure said supernatural phenomenon’s to her. At times, she wonders if her presence gives off the same off putting sensation her physical presence gives some people, but since she has never managed to successfully communicate with any member of the spiritual realm (beyond feeding the occasional hollow), the young woman can’t be certain.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: If those close to Angela were to use one word to describe her, it would be “quiet”. The girl embodies the word like a virtue, never having been loud in any way in her life. From childhood, she had been noted to cry less than other babies, through school she was the model student who kept her head down, kept her nose clean, did well in her exams, did not do drugs, did not contract STDs, did not get arrested, did not get alcohol poisoning and basically did not succumb to the usual antics of a typical teenager. Throughout college and medical school, her peers and professors found her a little introverted but a good student and person nonetheless. Sure she didn’t talk as much but that only meant she was a great listener. in a world of narcissists meandering through various social media sites to be heard, Angela was a human shaped source of release. A confidante, a friend even, but always the quietest friend you’d have, one you wouldn’t even notice had left the party until you realized there was no one to listen to your lengthy political debates.
A lifelong republican, Angela nonetheless believes that opinions should stay inside one’s self, and that airing them out is only trouble. After all, if she was to confess that she frequently partook in the murder of her young charges to evoke spiritual activity in her schools, it would not bode well for anyone. So why didn’t other people realize the same and kept their opinions about Bernie or Trump or Hillary to themselves.
It is worth noting that very few things annoy or anger Angela as she is now. Part of the reason for this may be because she always seems detached from the world around her. The young woman understands what is going on, she also understands what she is doing and yet at times when she knows she is supposed to feel shocked, dismayed, joyous, she feels nothing. She wonders if this is part of the reason behind why she can see the spiritual anomalies and others can’t but of course has no way of verifying it.
Goals & Achievements: Her entire life, Angela has tried to communicate with the things she’s seen (the sole exception being the thing she saw that didn’t devour souls) and her goals – for the most part – is still the same. Her travels, her extracurricular actives and her insistence that she wants to remain a school nurse are all geared to further that goal. If she encounters a large enough crowd of these beings, if she encounters one that is willing or intelligent enough to communicate, perhaps she will finally understand why it is that she was endowed with the power to see and sense them. In a way, making contact with them is more about discovering herself than a whole new world. Angela doesn’t much care for uncertainties and it bothers her that she can’t pinpoint why she is the way she is. She hopes that one day, eventually, she will get to speak to one of these beings and try to understand what makes them tick, understanding herself a little better in the process.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Weapon of Choice: Since Angela has yet to harness her powers into any form of attack or defense, her current conventional weapon is a tiny tube of pepper spray. Though she has never actually been assaulted in any way, the young woman knows better than to venture out unprepared.
Power: Without much knowledge of her power and how it works, Angela only has an inkling of what she’s capable of, and that is detecting pain and sorrow. It is what drove her to the bedside of the sick and dying, to medical school and then to a public school where desperation and pain were at extraordinarily high levels. This ability often helps Angela scout out potential victims like her former boyfriend James, people who could turn up sprawled on the ground and everyone would think it was suicide. Many such students exist in the school where she works and since she started there, it has become a semi frequent feeding ground for the odd hollow or two passing by.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin: Angela Meredith Watson was born the second child and first daughter to two loving parents. The product of a perfectly unremarkable pregnancy and birth, there was absolutely nothing unique about baby Angela save that she perhaps didn’t cry as much as normal babies tend to do. Not that her mother complained of course. In fact, when Angela’s father noted this habit of his little girl’s one day and remarked on it over his morning coffee and newspaper, her mother merely thanked the lord for blessing them with such a quiet, calm child. The only oddity noticeable in Angela at that age besides the lack of constant crying was that she did not enjoy being around her older brother (four years her senior) as much as she perhaps should have. But this trait was also too unremarkable to be immediately noticed.
Angela was five when she first truly realized that she saw things other people did not. Especially when they passed by the nursing home located near her kindergarten. The thick stench of death that hung around the building seemed to bother no one else, but the little girl had heard of imaginary friends. She had never felt the need to have one but understood that some people did and it was normal for others to not see these imaginary friends. Perhaps her’s was an imaginary stench? One day, when walking with her once again pregnant mother, Angela saw what she would later realize was her first hallow. Dismissing it as another part of her imagination, she thought no more of it at the time.
But even if she was intent on not noticing signs of the spiritual world around her, these spirit entities had a different idea. After her first encounter with a dark looming, shapeless creature, Angela started seeing them more often. They usually hung around hospitals, nursing homes and she even saw one heading towards the school after an upsetting incident took place there which the grownups refused to talk about in front of her. All Angela knew was that it somehow involved a gun and several teenagers.
But more than her encounter with the supernatural, Angela learned the importance of being valued as a member of society. Of course, the lesson did not manifest in these words exactly but while the girl was on trips with her mother – a red cross volunteer and regular church goer - Angela did learn that what her mother did garnered something in people which was more than appreciation. It seemed that despite the reality that her father was the one with an income, it was her mother who was more respected in their small area. It was always Mrs. Watson who was praised in public, held up as an example and presented as the pinnacle of human kindness. Angela also noticed that it was mostly places her mother visited that played host to the hollows she often saw.
Soon Angela began to draw a connection that was as instinctive as It was dangerous. If hollows hung around places where death or injury was commonplace, could they be summoned by perpetrating death and injury?
Rise to Power: By the time Angela graduated high school, she had killed three and a half people.
Her first full kill was an elderly lady who lived down the street. Struck for many years with arthritis and Alzheimer’s, she had been one of Mrs. Watson’s regular visits until ten year old Angela had turned to her mother and offered to take that responsibility off her hand. When the ladies at church had found out that it was little Angie who now visited Mrs. Mahoney after school every other day, delivered her food and medication and generally kept the old woman company, they had nodded knowingly. She was her mother’s daughter after all. Angela on her part had decided to conduct her very first experiment in trying to summon a hallow. Sure by this point that these creatures were not a part of her imagination but also sure that no one aside from her could see them, the little girl had attempted to make contact the only way her mind knew how. It had taken well over a year for her to slowly poison the old lady, her attempts clumsy and probably noticeable had anyone cared to pay attention. But in the end It had happened as best as Angela could have hoped for.
Mrs. Mahoney passed away in her sleep one morning and Angela knew it had happened because she saw a hallow lurking around the old lady’s house as she was one her way to school. Going in to inspect the creature, she had attempted to speak to it but it had either not noticed her or simply not cared. In the end, Angela had run back home, reporting the death to her mother. She was excused from school that day.
The second person to fall victim to Angela had been her brother, Marcus Watson. A freshmen in high school around the time of Mrs. Mahoney’s death, he had come down with a mysterious illness that her parents once again refused to discuss with or in front of her. But judging by the fact that they believed he would get better soon, she supposed it couldn’t be too bad. Her parents were confident Marcus would make a full recovery, after all he had the right meds, a caring support system and even his loving sister looking after him. It warmed her parents’ hearts to see Angela spending hours in her brothers room, giving him his medication, feeding him meals, doing her homework on the floor by his bed. With ithis kind of love and care, the boy would be alright in no time, or so they thought.
Angela had different thoughts though, if she was able to get a hallow to come to Mrs. Mahoney’s house, she could try to get one to her own. Perhaps it would talk to her if it was on her territory? With that singular goal in mind, Angela cared for her brother the only way she knew how to care for anyone. With the benefit of the newly popularized internet and a fairly backward society, the girl slowly began ensuring that her brother’s infections grew worse, that his medication was always mixed up and that his foods always contained an extra little something to help him along in achieving her goal. Once again, her plan was far from perfect but her cover was close to it. She was still her mother’s daughter and her brother’s sister and so went unsuspected as her brother grew weak with each passing week. When her parents finally brought him to the hospital, it was too late. Marcus may have died but Angela had succeeded in her goal. For the first time, she saw a soul rise from a lifeless body, just before it was swallowed whole by a passing hallow.
Her third victim was her high school boyfriend, James. Angela had found little point in dating when girls her age had started engage in the activity. She had listened to all the reasons her friends indulged in the practice. Some were lonely, others wanted to fit in, yet others were in lust or love. Angela herself had never experienced any of these emotions – being a creature of curiosity above all else – but in time found that not having a boyfriend raised eyebrows. So it was that James came into the picture. He sat at the back of the class, had asthma, wasn’t on any school teams worth noting and did only marginally well in certain subjects. He was perfect.
Together, they were the invisible couple, good for going to school dances and quoting as “yeah I have a boyfriend/girlfriend” but not much else. Perhaps James wanted the same thing she did, to simply fill the space beside him in prom and yearbooks photos and lose his virginity to, perhaps he truly cared about her. Angela never knew. Through their three years together, she took care of him when he was ill (and he seem to fall ill a lot) and comforted him when he was down (the pre-existing condition for which he was chosen). A few months before graduation, James was found sprawled on the concert ground of the school parking lot. Everyone had called it suicide, no one had assumed it was Angela who had pushed him to see if this time, the hallow that came would linger longer.
As for the half a person she killed, perhaps it was the action she regrets most to this day, but not because of the sadness it caused her family but because it didn’t invite a hallow as she’d hoped. Her mother had found herself unexpectedly pregnant when Angela was five and the nearest, most easy life to snuff out a life had been one that had yet to see the world. Arranging a convenient fall for her mother hadn’t been difficult, in fact it hadn’t even been a plan really, more an instinctive thing that had been seen by her father who, kind man that he was, had never blamed Angela for the accident. She was only six after all. It was at that time that Angela had learned she had to try and kill people properly to invite the kind of spiritual activity she wanted. When her unborn sibling had died, the thing that had come to retrieve the pure soul had not been black or shapeless, and it had scared Angela.
Call to Action: When Angela expressed the wish to sink herself in further debt and attend medical school, her parent’s couldn’t have been prouder. They’d always known their little girl would land on her feet and to them, she had. Angela on her part liked where she was headed to, though she know she would never be a career physician. No, she would finish her medical studies, do her residency in a quiet, neglected town and then decide she didn’t want to be a doctor after all, choosing instead to take up the position of a school nurse. While disappointed, her parents had consoled themselves with how charitable their daughter was, how she’d chosen to forgo a lucrative career to instead cater to the nation’s children.
Angela saw no need to tell them that her extracurricular activates had a better chance of going unnoticed as a school nurse rather than a registered, licensed and practicing doctor. She was surprised how lax the rules regarding the hire of school nurses were as compared to the strict ethical code of conduct doctors were expected to obide by. In schools, as long as kids got their shots, a talk on STDs and several suggestions of Ritalin, everyone was perfectly happy. Schools were also a great place for victim shopping.
It was while she was working at her first school that Angela saw something that amounted to a hallow feeding frenzy. Until now she had seen one appear now and then but on the day a teenager decided to bring a gun to school, fifteen died and three hallows feasted on the souls. Angela had watched the whole thing fascinated; drawing the conclusion that death en masse drew these creatures indroves.
That day she had returned home and starting searching the most war-torn places on earth, figuring that if it was death that attracted these things then it stood to reason that they would be more commonly sighted in parts of the world where humanity could be found at its most depraved. What followed was travelling, a fair bit of it.
It is not uncommon for Angela to spend her vacation travelling abroad. A steady income from her work as well as a few choice investments allow her to live comfortably and pursue the hobby. Over the coming years Angela would make an effort to travel to Sudan, Afghanistan and the Philippines to see if her hypothesis was correct, and much to her delight, it was. She has tried communicating with this dark, shapeless, masked creatures but never without any success. In her travels, she has also seen something eerily familiar, something she remembers a long time ago from when her mother had that unfortunate fall and her unborn sibling had died. The thing still scares her.
Human, Spiritualist
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age / Apparent Age: 27 years old, real and apparent
Gender:Female
Height & Weight: 5'7" & 52 KGs
Hair & Eye Color:Chocolate, mousy brown
Positive Traits: Quick, dogged, efficient, logical, discreet
Negative Traits: Cruel, judgmental, narrow minded
Loyalties: Authority has always been a matter of confusion for Angela. Growing up, she was told her parents were the authority but the girl found she could easily manipulate them into doing what she wished. When she began school, she was told teachers were the authority but the teachers at her school never seemed to know this or care about it, leaving her to do as she wished as long as she handed in her homework on time. Upon entering the workforce, Angela once again found that no one cared enough to exert true authority over her, nor was she ever in a position to stay under a forced authority figure. In the end, the young woman decided that the only thing with any authority over her was her own conscience, and to this day she listens to her own wants and needs above that of a conventional authority figures. In a nutshell, her loyalties lie with only herself and those she can reap personal benefit from.
Snapshots:
1989 – Born in Kansas City, USA
2007 – Graduated High school
2010 – Moved to Arlington, Texas, USA
2014 – Started working as a School Nurse as a Public K-12 school
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: Naturally plain, Angela stands at five foot seven and weighs just under fifty two kilograms, making her neither unusually slender nor overly curvy, just the way she prefers it. If her frame was structured intentionally to never stand out in a crowd, her facial features follow the same theme. Generically pale with a small dusting of marks from intentional lack of proper skin care, Angela usually wears the kind of makeup that looks almost nonexistent. Her mousy brown hair is never combed to a shine and her teeth never professionally polished. Her lips are thin and an unremarkably fleshy pink, only accentuated by colorless gloss on occasions. Angela dresses in modest but more importantly, generic clothes. Jeans, beige, white and black tops, professional skirt suits that fall perhaps a little less impressively on her than they should due to her always purchasing one size too large for herself and sturdy running shoes. Heels, Angela has learned, are nice to look at but hardly practical – especially in a school full of kids where she may be required to run at any time.
Spiritual Description: Because Angela isn’t entirely sure of what her powers may be, her spiritual pressure it yet largely undefined. All she really knows about it is that it keeps other spiritual beings away from her unless she lures them with tactics such as ones employed in the past. While others may find themselves attracted to supernatural phenomenon, Angela had to work to find and lure said supernatural phenomenon’s to her. At times, she wonders if her presence gives off the same off putting sensation her physical presence gives some people, but since she has never managed to successfully communicate with any member of the spiritual realm (beyond feeding the occasional hollow), the young woman can’t be certain.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: If those close to Angela were to use one word to describe her, it would be “quiet”. The girl embodies the word like a virtue, never having been loud in any way in her life. From childhood, she had been noted to cry less than other babies, through school she was the model student who kept her head down, kept her nose clean, did well in her exams, did not do drugs, did not contract STDs, did not get arrested, did not get alcohol poisoning and basically did not succumb to the usual antics of a typical teenager. Throughout college and medical school, her peers and professors found her a little introverted but a good student and person nonetheless. Sure she didn’t talk as much but that only meant she was a great listener. in a world of narcissists meandering through various social media sites to be heard, Angela was a human shaped source of release. A confidante, a friend even, but always the quietest friend you’d have, one you wouldn’t even notice had left the party until you realized there was no one to listen to your lengthy political debates.
A lifelong republican, Angela nonetheless believes that opinions should stay inside one’s self, and that airing them out is only trouble. After all, if she was to confess that she frequently partook in the murder of her young charges to evoke spiritual activity in her schools, it would not bode well for anyone. So why didn’t other people realize the same and kept their opinions about Bernie or Trump or Hillary to themselves.
It is worth noting that very few things annoy or anger Angela as she is now. Part of the reason for this may be because she always seems detached from the world around her. The young woman understands what is going on, she also understands what she is doing and yet at times when she knows she is supposed to feel shocked, dismayed, joyous, she feels nothing. She wonders if this is part of the reason behind why she can see the spiritual anomalies and others can’t but of course has no way of verifying it.
Goals & Achievements: Her entire life, Angela has tried to communicate with the things she’s seen (the sole exception being the thing she saw that didn’t devour souls) and her goals – for the most part – is still the same. Her travels, her extracurricular actives and her insistence that she wants to remain a school nurse are all geared to further that goal. If she encounters a large enough crowd of these beings, if she encounters one that is willing or intelligent enough to communicate, perhaps she will finally understand why it is that she was endowed with the power to see and sense them. In a way, making contact with them is more about discovering herself than a whole new world. Angela doesn’t much care for uncertainties and it bothers her that she can’t pinpoint why she is the way she is. She hopes that one day, eventually, she will get to speak to one of these beings and try to understand what makes them tick, understanding herself a little better in the process.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Weapon of Choice: Since Angela has yet to harness her powers into any form of attack or defense, her current conventional weapon is a tiny tube of pepper spray. Though she has never actually been assaulted in any way, the young woman knows better than to venture out unprepared.
Power: Without much knowledge of her power and how it works, Angela only has an inkling of what she’s capable of, and that is detecting pain and sorrow. It is what drove her to the bedside of the sick and dying, to medical school and then to a public school where desperation and pain were at extraordinarily high levels. This ability often helps Angela scout out potential victims like her former boyfriend James, people who could turn up sprawled on the ground and everyone would think it was suicide. Many such students exist in the school where she works and since she started there, it has become a semi frequent feeding ground for the odd hollow or two passing by.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin: Angela Meredith Watson was born the second child and first daughter to two loving parents. The product of a perfectly unremarkable pregnancy and birth, there was absolutely nothing unique about baby Angela save that she perhaps didn’t cry as much as normal babies tend to do. Not that her mother complained of course. In fact, when Angela’s father noted this habit of his little girl’s one day and remarked on it over his morning coffee and newspaper, her mother merely thanked the lord for blessing them with such a quiet, calm child. The only oddity noticeable in Angela at that age besides the lack of constant crying was that she did not enjoy being around her older brother (four years her senior) as much as she perhaps should have. But this trait was also too unremarkable to be immediately noticed.
Angela was five when she first truly realized that she saw things other people did not. Especially when they passed by the nursing home located near her kindergarten. The thick stench of death that hung around the building seemed to bother no one else, but the little girl had heard of imaginary friends. She had never felt the need to have one but understood that some people did and it was normal for others to not see these imaginary friends. Perhaps her’s was an imaginary stench? One day, when walking with her once again pregnant mother, Angela saw what she would later realize was her first hallow. Dismissing it as another part of her imagination, she thought no more of it at the time.
But even if she was intent on not noticing signs of the spiritual world around her, these spirit entities had a different idea. After her first encounter with a dark looming, shapeless creature, Angela started seeing them more often. They usually hung around hospitals, nursing homes and she even saw one heading towards the school after an upsetting incident took place there which the grownups refused to talk about in front of her. All Angela knew was that it somehow involved a gun and several teenagers.
But more than her encounter with the supernatural, Angela learned the importance of being valued as a member of society. Of course, the lesson did not manifest in these words exactly but while the girl was on trips with her mother – a red cross volunteer and regular church goer - Angela did learn that what her mother did garnered something in people which was more than appreciation. It seemed that despite the reality that her father was the one with an income, it was her mother who was more respected in their small area. It was always Mrs. Watson who was praised in public, held up as an example and presented as the pinnacle of human kindness. Angela also noticed that it was mostly places her mother visited that played host to the hollows she often saw.
Soon Angela began to draw a connection that was as instinctive as It was dangerous. If hollows hung around places where death or injury was commonplace, could they be summoned by perpetrating death and injury?
Rise to Power: By the time Angela graduated high school, she had killed three and a half people.
Her first full kill was an elderly lady who lived down the street. Struck for many years with arthritis and Alzheimer’s, she had been one of Mrs. Watson’s regular visits until ten year old Angela had turned to her mother and offered to take that responsibility off her hand. When the ladies at church had found out that it was little Angie who now visited Mrs. Mahoney after school every other day, delivered her food and medication and generally kept the old woman company, they had nodded knowingly. She was her mother’s daughter after all. Angela on her part had decided to conduct her very first experiment in trying to summon a hallow. Sure by this point that these creatures were not a part of her imagination but also sure that no one aside from her could see them, the little girl had attempted to make contact the only way her mind knew how. It had taken well over a year for her to slowly poison the old lady, her attempts clumsy and probably noticeable had anyone cared to pay attention. But in the end It had happened as best as Angela could have hoped for.
Mrs. Mahoney passed away in her sleep one morning and Angela knew it had happened because she saw a hallow lurking around the old lady’s house as she was one her way to school. Going in to inspect the creature, she had attempted to speak to it but it had either not noticed her or simply not cared. In the end, Angela had run back home, reporting the death to her mother. She was excused from school that day.
The second person to fall victim to Angela had been her brother, Marcus Watson. A freshmen in high school around the time of Mrs. Mahoney’s death, he had come down with a mysterious illness that her parents once again refused to discuss with or in front of her. But judging by the fact that they believed he would get better soon, she supposed it couldn’t be too bad. Her parents were confident Marcus would make a full recovery, after all he had the right meds, a caring support system and even his loving sister looking after him. It warmed her parents’ hearts to see Angela spending hours in her brothers room, giving him his medication, feeding him meals, doing her homework on the floor by his bed. With ithis kind of love and care, the boy would be alright in no time, or so they thought.
Angela had different thoughts though, if she was able to get a hallow to come to Mrs. Mahoney’s house, she could try to get one to her own. Perhaps it would talk to her if it was on her territory? With that singular goal in mind, Angela cared for her brother the only way she knew how to care for anyone. With the benefit of the newly popularized internet and a fairly backward society, the girl slowly began ensuring that her brother’s infections grew worse, that his medication was always mixed up and that his foods always contained an extra little something to help him along in achieving her goal. Once again, her plan was far from perfect but her cover was close to it. She was still her mother’s daughter and her brother’s sister and so went unsuspected as her brother grew weak with each passing week. When her parents finally brought him to the hospital, it was too late. Marcus may have died but Angela had succeeded in her goal. For the first time, she saw a soul rise from a lifeless body, just before it was swallowed whole by a passing hallow.
Her third victim was her high school boyfriend, James. Angela had found little point in dating when girls her age had started engage in the activity. She had listened to all the reasons her friends indulged in the practice. Some were lonely, others wanted to fit in, yet others were in lust or love. Angela herself had never experienced any of these emotions – being a creature of curiosity above all else – but in time found that not having a boyfriend raised eyebrows. So it was that James came into the picture. He sat at the back of the class, had asthma, wasn’t on any school teams worth noting and did only marginally well in certain subjects. He was perfect.
Together, they were the invisible couple, good for going to school dances and quoting as “yeah I have a boyfriend/girlfriend” but not much else. Perhaps James wanted the same thing she did, to simply fill the space beside him in prom and yearbooks photos and lose his virginity to, perhaps he truly cared about her. Angela never knew. Through their three years together, she took care of him when he was ill (and he seem to fall ill a lot) and comforted him when he was down (the pre-existing condition for which he was chosen). A few months before graduation, James was found sprawled on the concert ground of the school parking lot. Everyone had called it suicide, no one had assumed it was Angela who had pushed him to see if this time, the hallow that came would linger longer.
As for the half a person she killed, perhaps it was the action she regrets most to this day, but not because of the sadness it caused her family but because it didn’t invite a hallow as she’d hoped. Her mother had found herself unexpectedly pregnant when Angela was five and the nearest, most easy life to snuff out a life had been one that had yet to see the world. Arranging a convenient fall for her mother hadn’t been difficult, in fact it hadn’t even been a plan really, more an instinctive thing that had been seen by her father who, kind man that he was, had never blamed Angela for the accident. She was only six after all. It was at that time that Angela had learned she had to try and kill people properly to invite the kind of spiritual activity she wanted. When her unborn sibling had died, the thing that had come to retrieve the pure soul had not been black or shapeless, and it had scared Angela.
Call to Action: When Angela expressed the wish to sink herself in further debt and attend medical school, her parent’s couldn’t have been prouder. They’d always known their little girl would land on her feet and to them, she had. Angela on her part liked where she was headed to, though she know she would never be a career physician. No, she would finish her medical studies, do her residency in a quiet, neglected town and then decide she didn’t want to be a doctor after all, choosing instead to take up the position of a school nurse. While disappointed, her parents had consoled themselves with how charitable their daughter was, how she’d chosen to forgo a lucrative career to instead cater to the nation’s children.
Angela saw no need to tell them that her extracurricular activates had a better chance of going unnoticed as a school nurse rather than a registered, licensed and practicing doctor. She was surprised how lax the rules regarding the hire of school nurses were as compared to the strict ethical code of conduct doctors were expected to obide by. In schools, as long as kids got their shots, a talk on STDs and several suggestions of Ritalin, everyone was perfectly happy. Schools were also a great place for victim shopping.
It was while she was working at her first school that Angela saw something that amounted to a hallow feeding frenzy. Until now she had seen one appear now and then but on the day a teenager decided to bring a gun to school, fifteen died and three hallows feasted on the souls. Angela had watched the whole thing fascinated; drawing the conclusion that death en masse drew these creatures indroves.
That day she had returned home and starting searching the most war-torn places on earth, figuring that if it was death that attracted these things then it stood to reason that they would be more commonly sighted in parts of the world where humanity could be found at its most depraved. What followed was travelling, a fair bit of it.
It is not uncommon for Angela to spend her vacation travelling abroad. A steady income from her work as well as a few choice investments allow her to live comfortably and pursue the hobby. Over the coming years Angela would make an effort to travel to Sudan, Afghanistan and the Philippines to see if her hypothesis was correct, and much to her delight, it was. She has tried communicating with this dark, shapeless, masked creatures but never without any success. In her travels, she has also seen something eerily familiar, something she remembers a long time ago from when her mother had that unfortunate fall and her unborn sibling had died. The thing still scares her.
