Angel Precious McDaniel's

Favorite Parings: Angel/?
Pairings I'd Try: Probably anything
Pairings I Wouldn't Touch With a Ten Foot Pole: Nothing to strange
Topics I Like: Angst, tragedy, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, romance,
Smut?: HELL YESH! But I can write without

How I Write This Character (Sample and/or Description):
Angel sat in his room, on his knees beside his wall. His white rubber gloves adorned his hands as he scrubbed the wall his 'memaw' had touched earlier. Right now the man who claimed was his "memaw' sat on his bed and watched him curiously, worriedly because Angel had been at it for almost twenty minutes. His body was visibly shaking as his eyes darted around.
Mike was kinda scared of the small boy, he was mumbling to himself....
"This man has come here to take us back to that god damn ward." One of the harsher voices spoke, his tone raised and angry.
"You don't know that, maybe he has come to help." A lighter, much gentler voice suggested.
"Why? All anyone ever does it hurt us..."
"No, we have had help."
"No..."
"Yes...."
Angel mumbled with the voices, attempting to give his opinion but his neighbors wouldnt listen.
"SHUT UP!"
Mike jumped, falling off the bed and backing against the wall at the loud out burst from the small boy.
"Huh?" Mike swallowed hard as Angel put his hands on either side of his head, covering his ears.
"Go away...I want you all to GO AWAY!" The strange boy screamed, his hand turning to a fist and slamming against his temple.
"Oh baby! Dont hurt yourself!" Mike reached for him, flinching back as Angels head snapped to him and his blank grayish blue eyes stared him down.
"Just great....more to clean." He grumbled, wiping the wall once more before crawling over to Mike, pushing him out of the way and starting on the other wall Mike had dirtied with his outside germs.