It's certainly not like he spent his days on Earth, as a fallen angel, doing nothing but gambling, coveting a human body, lusting after women, and generally acting in a way that is considered disgusting by human standards, let alone what angels would judge by. And all without really feeling remorse, might I add. In a book written by a better author, I could see a character who spent his days like Patch did being forgiven and regaining wings or heavenly powers or something, but only after s/he truly repented and felt truly sorry for what they'd done/how they'd acted. Patch, on the other hand, shows none of that, so I can't blame the other archangels for being at the very least suspicious of him.
ZeldaQueen: All I will say is this - thus far, Marcie has been as seductive and persuasive as a dump truck. Second of all, let's just pretend for a second that Marcie has been flirting with Patch. In what universe would that make his standing in her driveway and watching her through her window okay?! GOD DAMN IT, NORA. GOD DAMN IT, FITZPATRICK.
High schools tend to make announcements about when the teams have games, to encourage students to attend! They have sections devoted to them in the yearbooks! Hell, Nora works for the school paper, which ought to run something on school sports! Like, four times a year, our school would actually put up posters advertising various clubs and teams to encourage people to join! It's hard not to know there's a wrestling team when you're on your way to Chemistry and there's a big honkin' poster showing a bunch of guys in unitards, grinning and putting each other in headlocks.
Mini-spitefic time: ----- Nora's mother kept her smile up, though it was a struggle, as she saw the Parnells to their car. Lynn let her son get in first, then turned to her friend, frowning slightly. "Hon," she said, adopting the nickname in hopes it would make the other woman feel better. "Don't feel too bad about what happened tonight. I guess part of it is my own fault; I'm not the best conversationalist, and once we started talking..." She trailed off, shaking her head and covering her eyes with a shaking hand.
Mrs Grey put a hand on her shoulder. "No, no, it's fine...I don't blame you." Well, that was partially true. She didn't blame Lynn for the overall mood of the night, but Lynn had only wanted to show interest in her friend and her daughter's lives. "I'll talk to Nora tonight. You drive safely, okay?"
Lynn nodded, stealthily wiping the beginnings of tears from her eyes. Mrs Grey watched them go, making sure Lynn wasn't swerving on her way back. Then she turned around and stormed back into the house, actually slamming the door shut. Nora didn't react, just sitting there at the table, arms folded as she pouted.
"NORA GREY."
Now Nora reacted, startling and looking at her mother with wide eyes. That expression only lasted a moment, though, before she started putting on the 'woefully-put-upon teenager" face. "What?"
"Don't you 'what' me," Mrs Grey hissed, stalking over to her. Nora made to rise from her chair, but her mother swiftly put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down. No. No, Mrs Grey was going to stand over for this. "Listen to me," she said sternly. "I know it's hard to be a teenager these days. I know you're feeling lousy over something or other, but I can't help you with that if you don't tell me what the problem is. Not now!" she snapped as Nora opened her mouth to say something. "But..." Nora could feel a vein bulging in her forehead. "But you are not going to take it out on Lynn and her son, during a nice dinner and in front of me and expect to get away with it."
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Date: 2012-03-02 08:04 pm (UTC)And all without really feeling remorse, might I add.
In a book written by a better author, I could see a character who spent his days like Patch did being forgiven and regaining wings or heavenly powers or something, but only after s/he truly repented and felt truly sorry for what they'd done/how they'd acted. Patch, on the other hand, shows none of that, so I can't blame the other archangels for being at the very least suspicious of him.
ZeldaQueen: All I will say is this - thus far, Marcie has been as seductive and persuasive as a dump truck.
Second of all, let's just pretend for a second that Marcie has been flirting with Patch. In what universe would that make his standing in her driveway and watching her through her window okay?! GOD DAMN IT, NORA. GOD DAMN IT, FITZPATRICK.
High schools tend to make announcements about when the teams have games, to encourage students to attend! They have sections devoted to them in the yearbooks! Hell, Nora works for the school paper, which ought to run something on school sports!
Like, four times a year, our school would actually put up posters advertising various clubs and teams to encourage people to join! It's hard not to know there's a wrestling team when you're on your way to Chemistry and there's a big honkin' poster showing a bunch of guys in unitards, grinning and putting each other in headlocks.
Mini-spitefic time:
-----
Nora's mother kept her smile up, though it was a struggle, as she saw the Parnells to their car. Lynn let her son get in first, then turned to her friend, frowning slightly. "Hon," she said, adopting the nickname in hopes it would make the other woman feel better. "Don't feel too bad about what happened tonight. I guess part of it is my own fault; I'm not the best conversationalist, and once we started talking..." She trailed off, shaking her head and covering her eyes with a shaking hand.
Mrs Grey put a hand on her shoulder. "No, no, it's fine...I don't blame you." Well, that was partially true. She didn't blame Lynn for the overall mood of the night, but Lynn had only wanted to show interest in her friend and her daughter's lives. "I'll talk to Nora tonight. You drive safely, okay?"
Lynn nodded, stealthily wiping the beginnings of tears from her eyes. Mrs Grey watched them go, making sure Lynn wasn't swerving on her way back. Then she turned around and stormed back into the house, actually slamming the door shut. Nora didn't react, just sitting there at the table, arms folded as she pouted.
"NORA GREY."
Now Nora reacted, startling and looking at her mother with wide eyes. That expression only lasted a moment, though, before she started putting on the 'woefully-put-upon teenager" face. "What?"
"Don't you 'what' me," Mrs Grey hissed, stalking over to her. Nora made to rise from her chair, but her mother swiftly put a hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down. No. No, Mrs Grey was going to stand over for this. "Listen to me," she said sternly. "I know it's hard to be a teenager these days. I know you're feeling lousy over something or other, but I can't help you with that if you don't tell me what the problem is. Not now!" she snapped as Nora opened her mouth to say something. "But..." Nora could feel a vein bulging in her forehead. "But you are not going to take it out on Lynn and her son, during a nice dinner and in front of me and expect to get away with it."