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Slipping Beneath the Radar [02 Oct 2004|12:21am] Kris wandered through the house with Eddy hot on her heels; the towel she held in her hands was being worked over her wet hair. She had just come out of the shower and was dressed in a white pair of cotton pants and a white tank top. Her neck had been bandaged up, along with the other injuries from last night. She had a bruise on her forehead from where she had head butted that vampire. It had worked at the time but it hurt right now. She flopped down onto the nearby couch, her legs curled up alongside her and Eddy hopped up to rest his head on her thigh as she flicked through the various TV channels. The towel she had been using on her hair was now wrapped around her neck as she simply rested her chin down into her arms. She wasn't a Slayer today; she was just a normal woman enjoying some really bad daytime TV. Hayden headed up the sidewalk towards Dominick's house, a sword at his side from an early hunt in the unnatural darkness. He was wearing faded jeans and a navy button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair had been secured at the back of his neck, one lock escaping and tucked behind his ear. A faint line of bruises marked the side of his neck, a leftover from the surprisingly strong headlock of a possessed local. He raised his hand to knock on the door. Eddy's head instantly snapped up and he bounded towards the door barking excitedly. Kris rolled her eyes and hauled herself to her feet." For all you know, it could be one of those zombies and then what would you do?" She asked the dog which just earnt her a wagging tail and a tongue hanging out one side of his mouth. Kris smiled and simply went to freeing up the various locks on the door before she finally pulled open the door and smiled. "Hayden.." "Hey, beautiful," he said in his quiet voice, a smile of greeting on his face. His eyes dropped over her casual attire. Somehow she managed to be alluring in anything she put on. His attention went to the bandage at her neck. "You okay?" A worried look crossed his face. She took a moment to look him over, appreciating what she saw before she answered his question. "It's nothing. A vampire got a little cocky last night." Kris shrugged her shoulders before her eyes narrowed in on his neck. She raised a hand to lightly trace the bruises on the side of his neck. Her eyes then lifted to rest on his. "You okay?" "Yeah," he said, nodding and glancing down towards her hand automatically. "So apparently the rotting corpse guys are sharing their gifts with the locals. I knew I felt something strange the other night. I hacked into a couple of them and something came out. I guess I'm lucky all it did was touch me." "Touched you?" Kris' eyes widened just a little before she simply let her hand fall away so she could grip at one of his. She gave him a little tug just to pull him over the threshold so she could shut the door. She locked it quickly with her free hand before she turned her attention back to Hayden. "So you're sure you're okay?" Hayden followed her inside. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, lifting his shoulders slightly and smiling. "No violent behavior, no glazed eyes, see?" He pointed at his face. Kris arched an eyebrow before she placed her hands on either side of his face to look him in the eye. She was on her tiptoes as she did this. "Definitely no violent behavior and no glazed eyes. Yep, you're fine." She commented with a slight grin. An arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. "Better than fine." Hayden dropped a kiss to her mouth. "You look incredible, by the way," he murmured. She laughed softly to that. Her own arms wrapped around his neck. "You sure about that? I'm all bandaged up." Kris let her fingers play over the hair band which kept his hair back before she simply smiled up at him. Hayden reached up to run careful fingers over the bruise on her forehead. He studied that mark and the rest of her bandages, seeming to consider her question. He winced and shook his head. "... You know, you're right. You don't look so good." ( Low-Down, Dirty Secrets ) ( Transferable Skills ) ( Did Someone Say Beanie Babies? ) reply

Backwards [02 Oct 2004|11:39am] I approach the couch slowly, a can of soda in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. As I sit, I place the can on a low table and curl my legs beneath me. My fingers slide under the tape, freeing the top of the bag. My bracelet makes a silvery sound as the charms sway back and forth. I pull a purple journal from within the bag. It's beginning to show its age-- twenty years and counting, according to Aidan. Something happens to me when I take that book between my hands and study the cover. It's different than with a Watcher's journal, which tend to be written with forced detachment because they're meant for the Council's eyes. This is much more personal. Visceral. What's left of her life rests between my hands. I open the cover. She's doodled all over the journal. I flip through the thick pages, watching as the drawings become less about her crushes ('Adrian loves John') and more about the world she knew at night. A rough sketch of a Slayer and a vampire catches my eye, and I run my index finger over the grooved page. It reminds me of my own art. I look up, my gaze finding the framed picture above my weapons chest. A slayer frozen in the moment just before a kill. The most incredible part of any fight. I bite my lip, recalling the way that feels. The elation in your chest, a bit of arrogance even as you flip the stake in your palm. I return to the first page and begin to read. 'That weird guy was following me again today. He looks kind of old. I don't know what he was doing at the arcade, he didn't belong there.' Her Watcher. With a faint smile, I remember Whistler pulling me out of a club, the lectures already beginning. 'Jesus, this one's a winner. What were you doing back there, kid? That's no way to live. Do we need to go back and get your retainer from that guy's tonsils?' For a few hours, I lose myself in her, and in the process, begin to feel as though I've gotten lost in myself. When it's time to find Destiny for patrol, I have to tear my eyes from the page. reply

Too Many Words [02 Oct 2004|01:56pm] Rhiannon wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. The pale skin came away stained with her blood. She eyed the substance before lifting angry eyes to the man standing before her, swinging a chain in his fist. In his late forties, she'd guess, and built like a truck. His eyes were focused on her and yet not, a sheen of rage seeming to blind him to all reason. She'd found him bent over a small animal, gorging himself on the meat. "Lucky shot," she murmured, lifting her fingers. "Come on." As he barreled towards her, Rhiannon stooped low and rammed her shoulder into his abdomen, sending him over her back. He hit the ground hard, a cloud of dust stirring around him. He sat up and she crouched behind him, taking his head in the crook of her arm and choking him until he passed out. As his body went limp, she was about to grab a length of rope from her cargo pocket when she heard a sound from down the street. ( Meanwhile, in the Cemetery... ) ( Runaway ) ( Keep Your Enemies Closer ) reply

[02 Oct 2004|05:12pm] [ mood | discontent ] ( Wounds that are deeper than any knife could cut ) The drug lord's getting a visit.  My sister is near...information in the weirdest places. ( Private ) reply

So Tired [02 Oct 2004|06:18pm] [ mood | cranky ] I've taken to knocking the local possessed people out if I can. I hope that whenever this comes to an end, the people will return to normal. But it's slightly aggravating to go out onto the streets and have to watch your back all the time. Though I did meet someone of interest the other night. A young woman by the name of Dawn Summers it would seem the Slayer's sister is in town for the same reasons as we all are. She seemed to be out on "zombie" patrol and seemed eager for answers. I gave her as many as I could offer but until I can meet with the other Watchers, I can't know anything for certain. I tire of this endless night. I want to see the sun and I want to feel it burning my skin again. I'm tired of going to bed under the cover of darkness and I hate waking up to it. Work has been hard and tiring, people are fighting more and are more restless than they have been. There have been more and more chaotic nights but I suppose I should expect this especially during this time. I wonder how Jo is, I haven't seen her in a couple days but we're both busy people so I guess that's normal. I just hope she's okay. I really need to get out of this motel. First thing on my to-do list? Find a place to live. reply

Grocery Store Subterfuge [02 Oct 2004|06:33pm] Devon found himself in the town's shop. He and Milly needed some food and it would seem, out of the two of them. He was the more domestic one but that could come from the fact, he ate enough for four people. He was clothed in a dark hoody and a pair of faded blue jeans. His dark boots squeaked just a little as he continued down one of the shop's aisles and he did his best to ignore it. A shopping basket hung from his right arm, with an assortment of food. All the way from fresh vegetables to steak. He paused in front of the snacks and ran his green eyes over the various choices. Why was it when he was faced with a wide choice, he had such a hard time choosing? The refrigerator in Hannah's trailer was completely bare, with the notable exception of a block of cheese that had seen better days. She'd left the place in a hurry, not bothering to change from her tank top and shorts. In typical fashion, she headed straight for the junk food section. Hannah turned the corner slowly, clasping the handles of her basket between both hands. A stranger stood directly in front of the cookie selection. Her sandals tapped lightly on the floor as she approached, chewing on her lip as she paused beside him. After a few seconds, she cut her eyes in his direction and reached tentatively across him for the Oreos. Devon was instantly aware of a young woman stood beside him. His nose twitched slightly, she didn't have the normal smell of most humans. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. She simply smelt of the earth. Of the actual ground beneath his feet but he also noted, her scent was lightly fragranced with perfume. He noticed where her hand was moving to before he himself reached out and grabbed the Oreos. He then turned his head to rest his eyes on her face as he offered her the packet." One packet of Oreos." He remarked with a slanted smile. Hannah looked up, big brown eyes meeting his. "Sorry... it's rude to reach, I know." She extended her hand towards the packet and smiled a little. "But there was no way I was leaving this store without 'em." Her fingers brushed his hand as she took the Oreos, a little shock of energy traveling through her palm and up towards her elbow. Hannah held the pack to her chest, a slight look of confusion on her face. He felt like the current that ran through the earth, almost like an animal would. She blinked and dropped the cookies in her basket. "Thanks..." Her eyes turned back to the selection. ( Oreo Addicts ) ( Unregular ) ( Someone Else's Sheets ) reply

[02 Oct 2004|09:10pm] Unnerved by the relentless darkness and feeling restless overall, Dawn stepped outside of the house. It just wasn't in her nature to stay couped up, and though Andi offered training (which Dawn would accept), the young woman just needed to be outside on her own for a little while. She wasn't that afraid of zombies. As long as they weren't in any great numbers, she'd be okay. And as for vamps...well, if it was just one, that she could probably handle. Anything more and she'd just head back. Convinced that her train of thought was sound, Dawn walked at a slow pace, alert to her surroundings. Connor's machete was in one hand, a stake up her jacket sleeve of the other. Alexis had wove her way carefully through Searchlight in the pitch black dark. She sighed, tired of the same old sights, passing everything by. She had a lit cigarette in hand, and it at least served to produce a little bit of light, and a switchblade handily ready in her pocket. She had no set destination in mind. ( Dawn runs into Alexis -or vice versa, depending on your point of view- while out patrolling ) Alexis grimaced. "Actually, that's exactly where it is. Do you know if there's one around here I can stay at for the night?" Dawn hesistated, thinking. "There was a place I was staying at just on the edge of town, but I wouldn't recommend that to anyone. It pretty much had that crack motel feel to it, about as scuzzy as you could get. Actually, I think there's a place on the way to where I'm staying. I can't say anything about what it's like inside but I haven't run into as many things around there." Alexis nodded. "Oh, okay. Can you show me where it is?" "Sure." Dawn smiled, straightening once she'd wiped her machete on the nearest downed zombie. "I wouldn't wish the roach motel on anyone, or staying in the center of town." She gestured behind after checking that the coast was clear. "So...thataway." Alexis followed Dawn in the direction she had pointed in. reply

Homecoming [02 Oct 2004|10:34pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Megadeth - "Hook in Mouth" ] The sound of a motorcycle loudly filled the previously quiet night sky as Gwen roared up to Mich's house on a brand-new black Harley Davidson. Clad in black vinyl slacks and a self-cropped Megadeth shirt which now bared her tummy, she silently walked in, not wanting to wake anyone. Sighing at the late hour, she thought to herself: "Damn... Mich needs her sleep, but I'm ACHING for a little action...." And then it hit her. And a mischevious smile crept onto her face. "Dude. I am SO gonna pull Andi out of bed for a late-night sparring session." With that grin still plastered to her face, she quietly opened Andi's door, intent on spring on her suddenly, just to scare the shit out of her. She was just about to pounce, when she noticed something strange. That WASNT Andi in the bed. Gwen blinked rather cutely, scratching her head lightly as she whispered to herself. "...what the shit?" So... quietly, she pranced back into the kitchen, and grabbed a pen and piece of paper, writing a note for Mich. "Yo, Mich, I'm back. Sorry for vanishing. I had to go 'home' to clear up a debt with an old boyfriend. He owed me money, but settled for giving me his kick-ass chopper. I came back, and was gonna wake up Andi, but there's some wicked hot girl laying there. If Andi's fucking her, tell her I said "GO GIRL!", and if not, keep her there for me! Anyway, I didnt want to disturb anything, so I'm gonna go ride for the night. I'll be back in the morning. Try not to miss me too much or anything. Gwen" reply

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