Welcome to Gaia! ::

Angel downed several more drinks, succesfully getting herself quite tipsy. Her head was spinning in a million circles and it didn't feel good. She got up off the bar stool and made her way to the bathroom where she proceeded to a stall, offering her lunch to the porcelain goddess (props to Kacy!). She got up, cleaned herself up and went out the back door. Zeine would never know she was gone.

She continued to walk, eventually falling to her knees in the middle of an alleyway. Her world went black and she fell to the ground.

::Walks in with a steaming cup of some strange smelling tea and smacks the boy upside the head. He then says to the boy in a soft voice:: Shhh! She hungover, dumbass. Pounding nails into her head would be less painful than yelling like that. Here, go on out. I'd like to talk to her.

::Turns to Angel, ignoring the boy's grumbling and gives her the tea:: Here, drink this. It'll help get rid of your hangover. ::pauses for respect... or maybe effect:: Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Angel Donatelli. Believe me, I've heard a lot of things about you. You should be more careful of where you pass out, especially in this town. Seems like there are a lot of people in this town who would like to see you harmed... or at least they think they would. Good thing I spotted you lying there in the gutter.

He walked along the sidewalk, have aware of his surroundings. There was something... bothering him, and he couldn't seem to understand it. A constant feeling that had no end, no solution. He stopped and pondered to himself, recalling his intentions of joining the Donetelli's.

Every day, he had walked the streets, alone. No one had ever watched his back, and he never had anyone to return the favor to. There were no worries about anyone, but himself. But constantly, there was always something missing, something he didn't have but eagerly desired. To belong, perhaps, but where did he belong? Ever quality he had screamed 'Gang' at him, so he followed what he was best at and joined. Though he is a Donetelli, he still has the feeling he doesn't belong. It seems that being alone in this world is something that will never change...

He hesitated to move, knowing that he was going to make a mistake. With this in his mind, he couldn't think properly, he would be vulnerable. This thought made him abandon his need to belong somewhere, and stared coldy infront of him. A man glanced at him and seemed to drift to the side as he passed him. He began walking forward once more, waiting for something...

::chuckles softly:: Easy now. I put it away so that you wouldn't accidentally harm anyone, especially yourself. And let's be serious, if I wanted you dead I would have shot you between the eyes while you were passed out in the gutter. No, I want you alive. I have come across some important information about you and your past that might cause you to reevaluate your current perception of your nemesis, Carter Capallera.

You might want to drink some of that tea, honestly. It'll help your head.