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Meeting New Faces [04 Oct 2004|01:10am] [ mood | confused ] My night has been....tiring. The shift at the bar was very long and arduous. I can't count how many people were less than pleasant and then the trip home was ...irritating and yet eventful at the same time. My bike is in bad shape, it's leaking oil and I can't count the many times there's been a problem with it. This town seems to be having a poor effect on not just the people but my bike as well. I need to take it into Andi for a tune up and an overhaul; perhaps she can work her magic. But getting back to my trip home. I met a man, but I doubt he was a man at all. Goes by the name of Darian and he mentioned something about Hayden that was both interesting and distressing at the same time. Seems Hayden exchanged a large amount of knowledge/memory for Kris' health and Kris doesn't know of this transaction as Darian put it. What do I do now? Do I confront Hayden with the truth? Or do I not say anything and lie? I think perhaps talking with Hayden is the best way to go, this is his situation after all, it's only right I tell him what I know and then he can deal with it as he sees fit. reply

Snappy With the Blade [04 Oct 2004|01:53am] On the eastern outskirts of town, near a rock outcrop, Rhiannon kelt close to the ground. Through dark eyes, she watched the pair of demons in silence, one knee on the sand beneath her and a forearm resting on the other. She glanced over her shoulder, searching the darkness for a third. Finding none, she remained stooped and began to circle them. Waiting for just the right moment of attack. Her fingers flicked near the knife at her ankle. Unbeknownst to all of them, Tyler crouched behind a boulder about 20 yards upwind, also taking in the scene that unfolded. He watched in the darkness, waiting for the right time to spring and drop the closest of the pair, leaving him to battle the second one-on-one. He was just about to move when his sharp eyes caught the faintest of movements in the dark. Not sure if it was a third demon, or something all together different, he held his ground, but kept his sword unsheathed at his side. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, he thought to himself. Rhiannon circled until she was behind the pair. They were tall, maybe six inches above her height, and powerfully built. She scanned their bodies, looking for talons or claws, but found none, though there were impressive sets of teeth on both of them as well as unusual spines on their foreheads and backs. She crept behind the demon closest to her and raised herself to her full height. A hand reached out to touch his shoulder. As he turned towards her, she spun around and leapt in the air, first one and then the other boot connecting with his head before she hit the ground again. Still not sure of what he was seeing, Tyler held his ground, but found it hard to stay still. The only thing that kept him glued to his spot was the fact that he didn't know if he would run out to fight one set of enemies with an ally at his side, or two sets of foes. Tyler's body was completely tense now, and he was ready to spring at any second. He watched the solitary figure fight, and was impressed with the skills being displayed. He hoped that he would not have to test them himself. As she hit the ground, the demon stumbled backwards a pace, covering its face with its hands. Her leg curled around the back of its legs and swept them from beneath the demon. He hit the ground hard. By that time, the second of the pair had roared in outrage and charged towards her. She began to get to her feet just as he swung, catching her across the jaw. Rhiannon flew to the right, her side ramming into the sharp rocks. That was enough for Tyler. Whomever was out there fighting the demons, they could use a hand, and Tyler could not just sit by and watch a potential ally get beat. Tyler went from being stone still to full out sprint in under a second. Hoping to distract the demon from doing further damage to the stranger, Tyler let out a war-cry that would have made the natives jealous. Using the demon that was on the ground as a spring board, Tyler launched himself in the air, and his blade cut through the darkness, the very tip finding its way across the demon's chest. Tyler made sure his momentum carried him past the stranger, so he wouldn't get attacked from behind. Landing, he held the blade toward the standing demon. "You alright?" he called over his shoulder to the stranger, trying to eye them both at the same time, and wondering if he had bit off more than he could chew. ( What Mama Likes ) "I think so. Can't begin to tell you how many times that's saved my ass." Rhiannon pushed herself away from the rocks and slipped her fingers into her hip pockets. "I gotta get back." She walked in his direction and extended a finger to tap the blade at his side and offer him a smile. "Thanks for earlier." With that, Rhiannon stepped around him and headed towards town. "Any time," he said over his shoulder, not quite ready to leave the scene of the fight just yet. He smiled to himself as she walked away. What a girl. He'd keep a lookout for her reply

From the Watcher's Diaries of William Carruthers [04 Oct 2004|11:44am] I have grown lax in keeping these up since my arrival in Searchlight, and feel I should return to recording what has happened to me for posterity. I have not discussed my adventures in Columbia, and have decided it's best to start there before discussing this town. Just about two months ago, my plane dropped me off in Colombia. According to Amnesty International, one of the drug czars, a man known only as El Jefe, had a personal prison called Pena Duro, or simply "The Rock" in the mountains here, and he held those who stood against his petty regime. What drew my attention was the tale of a fourteen year old girl who had been imprisoned there for the past three months and had somehow survived. My assumption, which proved correct, was that she was a Slayer. ( The Lay of the Land ) ( The Dekkaree Tribe ) ( Escape from Pena Duro ) ( The Flight Home ) William closed the journal he had been writing in and slipped it onto a shelf in his study. He looked outside at the still dark town, and shook his head. He decided he needed to do anything. He picked up his cell phone and the paper he had written the phone numbers of the people he’d encountered in town, and began calling a few numbers. reply

And Life Continues [04 Oct 2004|01:48pm] [ mood | pensive ] I'm just sat here watching the town go by. Most of the locals have been rounded up; I have about two tied up in my motel bathroom. They're hungry too; I can see it in their eyes. I should warn Milly before she comes back from wherever she is. I guess I should think about getting a more stable home, it seems I'm in this town for the long haul. Things aren't as simple as they used to be, I've made friends, made connections and I can't just walk away from them. I have a duty to my pack first, my duty is to avenge Isiah and I intend to do that. It's just going to take more time than I originally thought it would. The rain we've had has washed away the vampire's scent. So for the moment, I'll have to rely on faith. If only there was one vampire, it would make life a lot simpler if that was so. But in this place, it isn't that way and it'll never be that way. I met a young woman the other day. Goes by the name of Hannah, she's different from the people I'm used to. She smells like the earth, it's not a bad smell, it's just unique. Unique to her. It would seem my nose didn't lead me wrong; she isn't as "normal" as she first appears to be. She can manipulate energy, how she can do this and what she uses it for, I don't know. But it was definitely interesting and I hope I run into her again. Time to go, I need to feed my guests. reply

Anguish [04 Oct 2004|02:00pm] [ mood | sick ] Sometimes a hot shower helped. Sometimes. He'd turn sideways in the shower and let the boiling hot water blast against his temple. Sometimes it helped to soothe the pain away. Sometimes. This was not one of those times. Next he used the blow dryer. Circular motions with the hot, massaging air again against his right temple. Every centimeter he moved his head caused Dominick a searing pain. It ripped through his frontal lobe, pressing behind his eyelids until he thought they'd explode out of his head. He needed complete darkness, complete silence, and sleep. When a migraine like this one struck, time was the only thing that would be healing. He'd have to miss the Watcher's meeting held by William. That pained him severely, but he couldn't function like this. Even taking one step caused his stomach to lurch. He fell into his bed, shoved the pillow over his head, and moaned in pain until relief finally came in losing consciousness to the world. reply

It's Only Business [04 Oct 2004|02:43pm] [ mood | mischievous ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Bethany tapped her fingers against the wall as she thought back to her meeting with Azure. What had she been thinking? Helping the Ninja? Her hand curled into a fist and she hit it hard against the wall, leaving a slight dent. Why did the word family always weaken her? She was stronger than this, she had come so far. With a deep breath, she shut her eyes and smoothed her hands down over the black silk of her suit. At the sound of her door opening, her head snapped around and her lips curled into a pleased smile. There stood in her office was a rather large green skinned demon with red horns in his forehead and yellow claws protruding from the ends of his fingers. Razor sharp black teeth flashed against the dark brown of his lips as they curled into a hideous smile." Bethany!" He purred from deep within his chest, the scales on his skin rattling as he did. " Bastion!" She exclaimed before walking over to give the rather large demon a hug. A hug he returned happily in kind before he eventually pulled away and gave her a look." And why do I get the feeling there's a reason you called me here today?" Bethany laughed gently." You always were too sharp for me Bastion. Drink?" Bastion merely nodded his head and settled into the nearby chair. Bethany then wandered over to where she kept her private stash of alcohol and soon set to making Bastion's favourite drink. A bloody mary, making sure to place a celery stick within the glass. She then turned back to Bastion and offered him the drink. Bastion continued to smile in that way of his as he accepted the drink. He instantly devoured the celery stick before he lifted his black eyes to Bethany." Talk Bethany. Tell me what you want." She rested back against her desk and laid her hands on either side of her as she looked at Bastion." Do you know of the town called Searchlight?" " I've heard stories." Bastion answered as he took a long sip from his drink. " There's a mine to the east of the town itself. I would like to ask you to look into it for me. To go to this mine and see if there is more to it than meets the eye." She continued on, her dark brown eyes remained fixed on his face. Bastion finished his drink." Tell me why this mine is of interest to you Bethany and also tell me what I'll get out of the deal." Bethany smirked slowly before she walked around to the other side of her desk. She unlocked one drawer and pulled out what seemed to be an access card." The mine's importance to me is of no relevance to you. You do this for me and I'll give you all the babies you can eat. Newborn ones at that." She then flicked the access card through her fingers. It showed an emblem for one of the local hospitals and her eyebrow arched slowly as Bastion's eyes lit up." Do we have a deal, old friend?" Bastion nodded his head, setting his glass down on the nearby table." We have a deal." With that said, he rose to his great height and extended his hand out for the card. Bethany rested it down into the palm of his large hand but she didn't release it just yet." You screw me over Bastion and I will find you and I will kill you." Once she had said these words, she released her hold on the card. He laughed to that, pulling the card into his hand before he slipped it into the pocket of his jacket." Duly noted Bethany. Duly noted." He then simply turned and left the office and Bethany watched him leave. Business deal made and sealed. reply

New friends, old feelings [04 Oct 2004|03:06pm] Event: So, this desert town isn't as empty as I first thought it may be. I've ran into a few of people the past few days (or nights, since there isn't really ever any day here.) The ones I have met that weren't zombies, possessed locals, or demons turned out to be alright. I think it would be in my best interest to try and develop good relations with both Jo and Rhiannon, two slayers that seem to be as different as night and day to me. I met Jo in the bar that I passed on a patrol/extended evening walk. She had been fixing up a window that the possessed locals had managed to break through. While it is was obvious that they had given her a hard time, and landed a few good shots, she easily had the upper hand. We sat and talked a while, nothing really interesting, but at the same time it was quite informative. I guess I'll just have to work on my people skills. I think I may swing by and she how everything's going there later today. Rhiannon, however, was a little more interesting. Last night I was stalking some demons on the Eastern edge of town, when she and I got to have a little fun together. I was glad I got to watch her fighting style. While she plays off as tough, the way she moves and the look in her eye suggests there is more to her than what she puts out for people to see. Either way, it's a good thing that I've made some contacts with people who have been here for a while, I get the feeling they will prove valuable tools later on. While I'm not any closer to discovering the source of all this yet, I can tell that Searchlight it going to be a key location in helping me understand what is going on here. reply

[04 Oct 2004|06:28pm] Milly sat on the stool behind the cash register wondering why she even bothered coming into work anymore as the pale bodies drifted listlessly by the double-paned glass; haunted citizens for an ever growing dark town. She pulled her hands into the sleeves of her sweater for warmth, tore her eyes from the window down at the book opened out in front of her. Milly decided to do some of her own research into the absence of the sun and an explanation for the feverish energy in the air. Milly looked down at her hand where random stranger bit her and ran her fingertips gently over the healing puncture wounds. Damn locals. Dyan walked among the possessed locals, wishing for more of a challenge. Unfortunately, there was none to be had. She came upon the book store labeled Unseen Insight and smiled faintly to herself. That looked like it might be interesting. She stopped in front of the door, unsure of her ability to enter the building. It was supposedly public, but one never knew what sort of spells may have been done to keep out the so called bad guys. She pushed the door experimentally. ( Awkward Meeting ) reply

A fax, a fax, my kingdom for a fax [04 Oct 2004|06:50pm] [ mood | relieved ] It seemed much later than it was. The dark could only account for part of it. The deep shades of twilight, seemingly permanently painted across the sky, obscured the passage of time. Emmy kept glancing at the clock, surprise each instance to note the real time. It would seem only moments since her last check, but more than an hour had passed. Other times it would drag, and she'd be startled to see only minutes since her last glance. The silence in Searchlight often frightened her. Alone in the shop with naught more than the muted ticking of the battered old clock on the wall, it seemed an unearthly stillness had fallen over the town. The calm before the storm. But the storm itself... that left an even deeper feeling of dread. No one really knew what was coming. Only that it was coming... and it was bad. The sudden beep and hum of the fax machine in her office springing to life gave Emmy quite a start. She jumped and spilled the coffee in her hand all over the counter. Hastily wiping up the mess with a dustrag she kept beneath the counter, she hurried to the fax. She picked up the cover letter and briefly scanned it; sixteen pages, from a number in Chicago. There was a short, scribbled note: "Miss Keddle; here is a comprehensive listing on Biblical demons fitting your description. There are seven in total, the two fitting most with your requirements being Baal and Azazel. Hope this helps. Please let me know how it turns out. DNR" Emmy smiled. The young Dr. Reeves had come through for her; she'd have to show the pages to William as soon as possible. reply

Goodnight, Sweet Prince [04 Oct 2004|07:20pm] [ mood | crappy ] [ music | The Postal Service - Nothing Better ] Sleep was no longer just an enjoyable past time for Aidan – it was rapidly becoming a hobby. Each passing day had him feeling a little more under the weather as Emmeline's worries grew. His moods changed with hers; the worse she felt, the more he gave her. The more he gave her, the worse he felt, and the better Emmy fared. And each time Aidan hit a personal low, he'd contract some virus that would put him in bed for days. It was early evening and already he was fast asleep, looking to stay that way well into the next morning. The window was open, allowing in the cool air. Without the constant beating of desert sun, Searchlight had cooled down quite a bit from its usual arid climate. A simple lack of forethought... a brief, tired slip of the mind... these little things added up, leading straight for disaster, one by one. Each small mistake, each tiny indiscretion, one more stepping stone along the path to misfortune. So many disembodied spirits, roaming the permanent darkness, looking for new homes. So few willing, so few weak enough to let them take hold. In his waking hours, Aidan might have resisted. On a stronger day, most definitely. He'd seen too much, been through too much, in his few years on Earth that he would know better. He'd know how to fight. But not then. Not when he was so tired, so ill... not then. It slipped in quietly, through the open window. Screens were no barrier for a demon spirit. If it had form, it would have smiled when it saw him. Sleeping soundly, so weak and worn. Ripe for the picking. It passed into him slowly, seeping through his pores and permeating the very core of his being. Deep inside, the small, sentient part of his brain fought. Who are you? What are you? it shouted to the intruder, making no visible sign on his sleeping countenance as it fought. You don't belong here. The demon would not give. It had found its new home, slipping through the tired form, providing fresh energy and new life to every cell. The bit of him protesting was soon silenced. Aidan was not in control, not anymore. The demon had taken hold. And it looked to stay a while. When he awoke, he felt tired. Cranky. As though he hadn't slept at all. And still, there was new energy. Something different. Benign. He didn't know what it was... and couldn't bring himself to care. He would be himself... for a day or two, until the demon had his motions, his idiosyncracies and speech patterns memorized. Then the real fun would begin. reply

Dancing Queen Turned Cleaning Queen [04 Oct 2004|08:46pm] Destiny danced around the house, using the feather duster to cleanse every part of the house. Bopping around, she cleaned every square inch of the table in the den. As she passed the kitchen, she made a mental list of the menu for tonight's Watcher gathering. William is making tea, scones, and coffee cake. And added to the peanut butter cookies and coffee, it looked likt this would be a pleasant soiree, She giggled. I used the word soiree in an actual sentence. Go me. Will was upstairs organizing his notes for the meeting, so she was straightening up the downstairs. Hiding chick flicks was a definite task to accomplish and she made sure to hide her copy of 10 Things I Hate About You. Although taken from Shakespeare's play Taming of the Shrew, she hardly thought it would look good for W.C. to be all girly movie watching. Watchers were supposed to be manly evil fighters, right? At least the male ones, she thought with a smirk. Destiny had gone patrolling earlier after working the morning shift at the shop. She had stowed three more zombies in the abandoned shed behind their house. Note to self: Tell Will. Taking a final look at the now-immaculate room, she heard the timer go off and she went to finish preparing the food. reply

Going Back In Town [04 Oct 2004|09:53pm] [ mood | dirty ] There has been much of the hurting when finding the sleep in that place. Mines do not give beds to sleep in. They do not give water to wash in. And Sonya is filthy. I hurt and give stench and do not like it! But not so many nightmares... That is something better. But peaceful sleep does not bathe me or give enough food. There are not so many of the walking people with disease now. It is safer perhaps. reply

The Searchlight Watcher's Concil Inaugural Meeting [04 Oct 2004|11:36pm] William sat down in his chair in the living room of his house, and looked around. He had placed calls to all the Watchers in town earlier, and most had been able to come and have a little meeting. Destiny and he prepared the house, and he gathered some of his books, and now he was waiting Destiny poked her head out of the kitchen and looked out into the living room. "Hey Will! The cookies are done. Want one? And I put the tea on, as well as put a pot of coffee to start.” William smiled at her, "No, I'm fine thank you. We'll save them for the guests." ( Arrivals and Greetings ) ( Discussions of the Possessed, Zombies, and More ) ( The Coming of the Light ) ( Party ) ( Demon Talk with William and Emmy ) Emmy nodded, fighting of a yawn. "I'd really appreciate it if you could teach me. I'm terrible, really. The only way I have to defend myself is magick." The yawn broke through and she glanced at her watch. "Oh, dear. I should go. I want to wake Aidan before sunrise, so he can see the stars." "I understand. I'll do some research, as I'm not at all tired. And I have a feeling I should wake Destiny so she can see the sunrise." William stood up and headed for the door, so he could see Em out. reply

Watcher Reunites With Slayer [04 Oct 2004|11:39pm] Gwen sat in the living room, sprawled out on the couch, as a porn video played on the TV. Loudly. Grinning and laughing at it, she casually tossed a ahndful of popcorn in her mouth, from the bowl of it sitting in her lap. Mich came in from her meeting with the other Watchers, gwen's note in her pocket, already well creased. She heard very loud sex noise coming from.. the living room? What in the world? She was of course curious, so she went in and on seeing the tv and her Slayer she shook her head. She smirked then and snuck up behind the couch, tapping Gwen on the shoulder and yelling "Boo!" in her ear. ( Yeah, That Worked ) ( Explaining ) ( Listen, Now ) ( She is NOT A Piece Of Ass ) ( What's The Meet'n'Greet? ) ( G'night ) reply

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