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(Ohh funnage, may I joineth!?)

I am an Angel. I don't know what you're thinking when I say that, but I bet it's not very believing. But I am an Angel. From Heaven, although it's not all fluffy clouds and Halo's as you may think. We're not particulary innocent and pure, either. Although it's true that we try and help people. We do our best to guide and protect, although we do have our own fun too.

Well, that was until I got stuck on Earth. I now have a small apartment, in the middle of a city, and I've only retained one power - Healing. I can heal people. If I see a child hurt, an eldery woman fallen, I can heal them. That's the only power I still have though.

I'm still confused about the situation. I don't know what to do, or how to get back.

Oh yeah, the name is Felicia. It's a Roman name, it means 'Lucky'. I guess I am lucky, for other people anyway. I don't look very angelic, but neither do I look dark. I am actually a pretty average looking girl - slim, dark brown hair, dark eyes, and quite fair skin.

All I know is...I'm stuck here...for now.

((Off Course Lets see if anyone else wants to join first *Gets out pop-corn to wate with))

(is it ok if I join? )

I always wondered what it would be like if this day was to ever happen. True, I don't think I imagined it to be quite like this, maybe I expected a mass killing of some sort... Just the pure thought of that makes my hands shake, my breath shiver ever so slightly in excitement.
Now I realise the torture of it all.
I observe the dark, damp, pathetic excuse for an apartment I am living in, the curtains hang lifeless from the railings, the emerald green faded almost to a shade of grey. There's a lonely chair in the corner, it has a kind of personality to it, one that stares, one that's always watching.
I remain next to the window, as always in deep thought, my attempt to contain that need to kill getting weaker by the day. In such light, however, I can just see my reflection in the window, the slim figure, wavy black hair hanging loosely, skin so smooth and pale it looks almost silky in the window, those red lips soft and those grey eyes staring back at me as if I were a stranger. Those eyes are saying to me, right now, 'you're not Scarlett. What have you done with her?'.
The reflection was right, my existence had seemed to somehow faded into nothingness, then again maybe being stuck here was just driving me insane. I needed to kill, I needed that rush and excitement. Though since trapped here I found the only power that remained with me was that of manipulation. I suppose it was alright, I mean I could tell any human what I wanted and they'd do it for me. It could work well for me... And I bet you're asking right now, why am I in such a grotty apartment if I could easily be living in luxury?

Maybe I needed it this way.
Maybe I needed a sense of isolation until I found others out there like me, Daemon's, trapped.. Maybe even forever.