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Reflection [05 Oct 2004|01:38am] 'So he's gone. I knew the little fucker would run, I just knew it. He's been all jumpy and shit for days already and I knew he was going to take off. And still I can't fucking believe it! I mean this is Barnard. The guy who's been there forever. Every fucking day since this shit got dumped on me, he's been there.' The more Rhiannon read, the harder it was to breathe. And then there was nothing left to read, because Adrian's Watcher had left her to fight alone, and she died. Rhiannon dropped the journal on a table and stood, pacing towards the window that overlooked the street. Leaning her shoulder against the frame, Rhiannon wrapped her arms across her chest and gazed outside. She lifted the cigarette to her mouth, its red tip reflecting in the pane where she did not. She closed her eyes and let her forehead rest against the cool glass. ( Hard Lessons ) Rhiannon slowly opened her eyes. Why had he left her there? What had she done wrong? Had she disappointed him somehow? But there was no point searching for answers she'd never find. The only thing she knew was that she'd loved and trusted him, lived with him, had given her life over completely to his teachings, and in the end she'd been expendable. Rhiannon couldn't think of anything that would give her back the capacity to be so open. As it stood, the only person she'd let in was Joseph. She made a fist and ran her knuckles along her mouth. It didn't matter. Not really. Even if there was no one left to trust, she'd still be a Slayer. It had saved her three times-- When she was a dependent, self-doubting sixteen year old, when she'd gotten the call to Searchlight just after Collins left, and when Tristan had nearly killed her and made her what she hated most. Rhiannon crushed her cigarette and retrieved Adrian's journal. She'd been lucky when this girl hadn't. With or without her Watcher, a Slayer didn't quit at the end of the day. No matter how much it hurt, she kept moving. reply

Random Meet And Greet [05 Oct 2004|03:02am] [ mood | okay ] Kris was once again out hunting, well more like herding really. Mostly because she was using herself as bait and was luring the possessed locals towards her. In her hand she held rope and on her body were her various weapons. A dark strand of hair escaped from behind her ear and fell over her eyes as they tracked over the three people she had managed to get out of the centre of town and in the right direction for that abandoned building Connor had shown her." That's it, come on." She muttered, whistling occasionally as she continued to back up. Her head turned and she nodded as she spotted the building. Not much further to go. Tyler was headed back to the bar he had been in a few nights ago, just to check up on his new friend Jo.  She had seemed more than able to handle herself, and had mentioned having a few friends that ran the bar with her.  Tyler just wanted to make sure everything was ok, and he had nothing else to do anyways.  He wasn't even walking directly there, but still walking around the town, getting familiar with everything.  Knowing his environment could one day save his life, and it was a lesson he had been taught from an early age.  As he turned left and headed down a new road, he heard some whistling and decided to investigate for himself.  Cutting down an alley, he came upon a pretty girl with a rope and assortment of weapons that hung from her.  He watched her for a few moments, just taking in what she was trying to accomplish. Kris was now at the building itself. She then loosened the rope in her hands and quickly moved around the locals, looping the rope around all three of them. Once that had been accomplished, she tightened the rope and yanked quite hard which in turned force the locals together and she had in fact tied them into a nice little group. The rope was held in her hand and wrapped around her arm." Bingo." She muttered before pulling on the group, making the locals walk where she wanted them to walk. Tyler stepped out from where he was standing, clapping as he approached her.  "Bravo," he said with a grin on his face.  He looked like the guy from the movie Desperado, clothed in black pants and a white T-shirt with a black cargo vest on as well as his hair hanging down around his face.  Either the Desperado, or a guy from a SWAT team who needed a hair cut.  "Looks like ya got em tied up, but where are you taking your new friends?" he asked.  His affinity for asking questions he already knew the answers to was still going strong.  ( Hold Them For Me ) ( Your Idea Of Fun? ) ( Getting Into It ) ( No Rest For The Wicked ) Kris smirked." Not too much no. It's been interesting to meet you Tyler." She then offered him her own hand to shake. Tyler grasped her hand, and shook it briefly.  "You too, Kris.  Try to get some decent sleep," he said.  With that, he turned to walk away.  "You'll be seeing me again," he called over his shoulder, already disappearing into the night. " Mhm." Kris simply muttered before she turned on her heel and headed into her house. reply

Connor, Jo, shopping in Las Vegas, and an earthquake. [05 Oct 2004|03:28am] [ mood | worried ] [ music | Ballad for Dead Friends by Dashboard Prophets ] ( hello Jo ) ( vegas, weapons & sexy things ) ( jewelry and badness ) ...she'd better be ok. reply

Let There Be A Void - Oh, But There Is... [05 Oct 2004|07:17am] [ mood | aggravated ] Emmy, Emmy, Emmy... You took our shadows away. I thought you knew better than to interfere. reply

Sparking The Inferno [05 Oct 2004|07:53am] It had been not so long ago that the ground had shaked. That books had leapt from their shelves. That porcelain had fallen, cracked and splintered on the floor in many a home. In the Earth's crust, the soil was dark. And so were the shadows. One was running through it, moving through the very pores of the mother planet itself. Sinking, rushing, at different times. And when it was deep enough, when it was where it wanted to be, it began to push. To stretch... To exert. In some places of a more human dominion, there were machines. Some connected to things which printed what they monitored. For them, upon paper, needles began to quiver. Seismic irregularities, unpredicted, began to take place. The same thing was being recorded at each. The land began to shake - heavier, far more concentrated than the previous time. Dust was dancing upon itself, like mud on a gold prospecting seive. Layers of soil, sand, dirt and grime were becoming unstuck. The fabric of nature violently ungluing from itself. From Searchlight to Las Vegas, beneath ground, the Earth was splitting. Subway trains were screeching to a breaking halt, as their tunnels cracked, for fear of rails buckling. A veritable Christmas tree of lights were sparking red across the electronic boards of emergency planners and each one a potentially life-threatening hazard. This time, it was certain that far more than simple displays of flying crockery were in evidence. A massive, huge wailing scream vibrated across the countryside. For the Earth was in turmoil and life was endangered. In Las Vegas, from one manhole cover a burst of magma, hot and viscous, began to fountain up covering pedestrians and vehicles alike. Then, quickly as begun, it ultimately had come to end. New passageways had been created. New tunnels. New splits beneath the ground for certain things to exploit. That was what mattered. Human emergency services would cope. Or at least, cope with the mercifully limited form of natural disaster. It was the hidden one, escaping mortal attention, which might do the most damage yet to occur. Soon enough, Elfleda would be making use of what she had just caused to be. reply

The Quake [05 Oct 2004|10:44am] [ mood | content ] William had been peacefully reading in a lawn chair in the back yard, looking up at the lighted sky when he heard an unnatural shriek. And the ground began to shake. Can't have one quiet, happy day in this town, can you? He gritted his teeth and waited for the quake to pass. When things had settled down, he headed into the house. He heard noice upstairs, and was content in knowing Destiny was all right. The kitchen was in decent shape, with some things have fallen over, but nothing breakable. He gathered them up, and then thought of his lab. Skipping the first step, William headed downstairs. He looked at the walls, and it seemed there were no noticable cracks. Good Some of his beakers and the like had fallen and broken, and he swept them up and deposited the remnent in the trash. He then gathered a few weapons that had slipped from the racks, and put them back where they belonged. Content that things had settled, he headed back upstairs. The living room was fine, and so he flicked on the radio and listened to the news. And what he heard he did not like. The quake had hit Las Vegas much worse than it had hit Searchlight. Baal or Azazel had been focusing on this town, and with the dark lifted, he doubted they'd move into another city now. So this was either a new player, or Elfleda. Maybe she's jealous that we're not paying any attention to her. William laughed at his own little bit of gallows humour and shook his head. He wasn't going to let this ruin his mood. Earthquake or no, demon or demoness, there was light in the sky. Hope springs eternal, and with that light, even the realist that William was believed that there was no way they could lose. reply

Home [05 Oct 2004|12:37pm] [ mood | thankful ] I'm finally out of the clinic. Slayer healing has kicked in, and I'm healing well. I'm still incredibly sore and stiff, and my movements are limited, but thank goodness I'm safe and out of that hospital bed. Nyx has been my guardian angel. He's out there in the kitchen now, making me a cup of tea while I laze around in bed. He won't let me lift a finger. So far I'm taking advantage of that, but soon I'll grow restless. We haven't really talked about what happened yet. I know he was terrified. Heck, I was terrified. I know in my calling that death could come at any moment, but knowing that and then coming close to it are two different things. Death has never been real to me. I'm on the side of light and good. The good guys always win, right? But this time, I almost didn't. I shouldn't have snuck out like that without telling him where I was going. I'll never do that again. It's this crazy town. The darkness called to me, I couldn't sleep, I was restless. Next time, I'll grab one of Nyx's matts and meditate. Patrolling alone in this town is dangerous. I've also been debating about moving in here with Nyx on a permanent basis. I'm here all the time anyways, but...I don't want to upset Jo. She's my best friend. Too bad Connor lives over the bar, or all three of us could have moved in there. Though, this place is rather comfy. I think I'd be comfy anywhere with Nyx though. I've learned in our time together that he is my home now. The shoulder is beginning a dull ache. It's time for some pills and sleep. Hopefully I can stay awake long enough to enjoy Nyx's tea. reply

?! [05 Oct 2004|12:53pm] I don't even know where to begin. I'll start with the good news first, the stars came back out. Which means he sun came up. This is very good. But.. another quake. A bad one this time, and according to the news it wasn't just here that it hit. The damage in Las Vegas was worse by far, the subways are dead stopped due to damage in the tunnels and the streets are damaged by.. lava? I can't even begin to imagine what could be causing all this craziness. The locals have become possessed by whatever was causing the dead bodies to walk, and they've become glazed.. hungry for human flesh. One took a bite out of my arm before I could subdue her. God that's ugly. I went home and washed it out completely before I cleaned up the few things that had fallen and broken due to the shake up. I hope everyone else is ok. reply

Seeing The Light [05 Oct 2004|01:05pm] [ mood | exanimate ] Kris had gotten home from Las Vegas a few hours ago. Her mind still reeling from what she had seen and felt. How was that possible? She had gotten herself cleaned up but she couldn't help but notice how her Watcher had spent most of yesterday day in his room. She had heard him groaning for a while but then he had fallen silent, she would have checked on him but she knew he valued his privacy at times. To take her mind off everything and to help Dominick. Kris had set her mind to a few things. She had rummaged through many of his books, read a great deal of text and had discovered something. Something that may or may not help him with his current problem. Of course she had no idea if it would work but it was better than doing nothing at all. Matthew had let her rummage through his collection of herbs so that would explain how she had managed to get her hands on this particular herb. Feverfew. It was apparently very good for helping to relieve a migraine and Kris knew Dominick suffered from them and from the groans of pain she had heard, it couldn't have been anything else. She had spent the better part of thirty minutes grounding two leaves into nothing more than dust and had boiled the kettle for some hot water. Once the kettle clicked off, she rummaged out a cup and poured the water into the clear glass cup. She then simply dropped the teaspoon of ground up leaves into the bottom of the cup and began to stir it slowly. She watched as the dust infused itself with the water before it eventually dissolved totally and there was no trace that it had ever been there. Kris then wrapped her hand around the cup and threaded her way through the house. She paused beside Dominick's door and very quietly, she opened the door and slipped inside. ( Slayer Watching Over Her Watcher ) reply

One Thing After Another [05 Oct 2004|02:54pm] [ mood | rushed ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Joseph didn't know what happened exactly. One minute everything was fine and next the ground was shaking and the tunnels seemed to be screaming. He then let out a short cry as the sharp brake of the subway train forced him and several other people towards the ground. Joseph felt his chest hitting the cool metal of the subway train's floor before his head lifted and all his eyes could see as he gazed out of the window were large cracks splitting apart the surface above. " Jesus." He barely managed to mutter before the ground above began to fall down into the tunnel, chunks of rock pounded the top of the subway train and Joseph could hear only screaming and children crying. He pulled himself to his feet and looked at the people around him, their eyes wide with fear and he could practically taste their despair. The subway train began to shake as a result of the quake both above and below. Joseph ignored the shaking as he stalked through the train itself. He pressed the open button for the doors and as they opened. Everything just stopped. Nothing was moving. It was all over. Joseph's eyebrow arched as the entire train and the surrounding area fell silent, some were wishing it had all been a dream. Their eyes shut and their lips moving in prayer. Joseph left them to it as he jumped from out of the train and to the tracks below. His boots stepped carefully over the cracked ground beneath his feet. He was trying to make sense out of a totally messed up situation but as he looked around himself, he had to frown. They were trapped. The stairs to the surface has been destroyed in the brief quake and it would seem the only way in was from the surface and if this quake had been felt all through Las Vegas, he didn't think anyone would find them all that quickly. He pushed his hands through his hair as he thought over everything before he finally made his way back towards the train. Perhaps if they all pulled together they could get out of this mess. reply

I Don't Know Anymore [05 Oct 2004|03:33pm] [ mood | indescribable ] It's one thing after another in this place. First it's walking dead, then it's violent locals and now the sun is back but an earthquake also happened. Luckily enough for me, I happened to be inside and I stood in the doorway leading to my bathroom so I wasn't hurt by it but a few things were broken. I don't know which to report first or how to report them without looking insane. There's more going on in this town than people would ever care to admit, I'm not a strong believer in the supernatural but right now I don't know what else to put it down to. Head office has no idea what it's like to be here, to be in this town and not have any answers. I keep going through the cases trying to find links, as far as I can tell this killer has been doing it for over fifty odd years. The bites to the inner thighs are definitely a signature of some sort. They definitely play with their victims before they kill them and right now, I don't know what to think. The bites don't match any human being or animal on this planet. The only thing they come close to matching are the teeth of a vampire. But that's just make believe isn't it? Maybe it's time I checked out that graveyard. I remember from my old cases that the vampire worshipping cults often lived in graveyards so they could be closer to being vampiric, something like that anyways. I really wish I had some answers instead of all these questions. reply

Shaking The Ground Loose [05 Oct 2004|04:43pm] [ mood | shocked ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kris laughed as Ben talked over her shoulder as the both of them wandered through the casino in search of the exit. Her hand went to her tie and she slowly loosened it before unbuttoning the top two buttons of her white shirt. When they reached the Las Vegas strip, Ben went left whilst Kris went right. She had her car parked nearby, and she couldn't wait to get in and to get out of Las Vegas. She let her long dark hair down and slowly stroked it through her fingers as she continued to wander the sidewalk. As she neared her car, a sharp shift to the ground beneath her caused her to fall to one side. Kris let out a small sound as she hit the ground and then the ground seemed to shake beneath her, she could see cracks forming across the ground and she swallowed hard as the cracks seemed to grow in strength. Sharp screams drew her attention from the ground. Her head lifted and her eyes widened. Was that lava? She was frozen in one spot for a very long moment as she took in what was happening around her. People were running, everywhere she looked. People were running. They didn't even see her as they ran past her; the occasional limb caught Kris as she lay prone on the ground. Kris hissed in a breath for each time someone hit her before she stood slowly. Her eyes returned to the lava and she shook her head, this could not be happening, it just couldn't. Kris moved to her car, quickly unlocking the driver's side before she slipped inside to take her seat behind the wheel. Blood now trickled from her temple thanks to the panicking mass that littered Las Vegas' streets. The key went into her ignition and without even looking back, she pulled out from her parking space and accelerated towards the border of Las Vegas. She needed to get back to Searchlight. reply

The Day The Earth Screamed [05 Oct 2004|06:30pm] [ mood | working ] Where do I even start? First of all, I spoke with Hayden and it would seem Darian was telling the truth. He gave up six years of teachings for Kris’ health and she has no idea. I can’t say I agree with not telling Kris but Hayden has made his decision and I won’t force him either way. What I will do is help him where I can, lend him books and help him with whatever he needs help with. Secondly, I attended the Watcher’s meeting last night. It was good to see all of my fellow Watchers but I am troubled over Dominick’s absence. William said it was due to ill health and I just hope it’s nothing out of the ordinary. We discussed the events in town and I have been given Lilith to research. We were also able to bring the light back. Being able to see the stars after not seeing them for so long was something incredible. It was quite the productive evening and it felt good to touch base with all of the Watchers in town. For my research, I decided it was time to get into this 20th Century world. ( Research Links On Lilith ) And finally thirdly, there seemed to be an earthquake of some sort. I can only assume it isn't the doing of the demon whose eye is fixed on Searchlight. From the news reports, it would seem that Las Vegas was the worst hit. If it had been the demon whose been fixated on Searchlight then surely Searchlight would have taken more of a battering than it did. Perhaps this is the doing of Elfleda herself. It's interesting how she's been quiet until now, something must be happening. Some sort of reason to the quake and I don't think we'll like whatever it is. I'd better get back to researching. reply

Connor Meet Illyria, God-King of Ego. [05 Oct 2004|08:07pm] Connor was sitting on the only bit of furniture he really did have, that wasn't a pile of blankets in the corner, the window seat. He traded off from emailing his little sister to let her know he was alright, and looking out the window just in case Dawn showed. After he'd checked on her last night, he'd come back to the bar and cleaned up a little, sweeping up broken glass and mopping up spilled alcohol. Now he was just waiting for night to fall again, so he could go out and do what he did best. Illyria was drawn to the bar, some presence inside she felt like she knew through the memories of this shell. There was someone she felt that could be useful to her inside and a locked door wasn't going to keep her from finding this useful implement. Illyria's face was passive as she pushed her way into the bar, her senses in overdrive as she followed the instinct, climbing the stairs to the loft above. ( The Meetup ) reply

Here Comes the Sun, Little Darling [05 Oct 2004|08:37pm] Milly was on her lunch break at the Nugget, immersed in more leather cladded books and nutmeg-smelling pages, when she felt the tremor. The demoness looked up and around as plaster sprinkled onto her burger, the saltshaker cha-chaed across her table, and a woman screamed from the back of the diner. She quickly ducked under the table, crouching low and covering her head with her hands. As the earthquake grew stronger, a pair of shoes (one sock up and the other bunched at the ankle; boy did that bug Milly) disappeared and turned into a startled young waitress lying on the ground looking absolutely petrified. Milly pulled her underneath the table next to her and they waited it out, the waitress taking in rapid nervous pants, until the earth stopped moving and the screaming ceased to be. Milly coughed, waving away dusty plaster from the air, and slowly crawled out from under the table to inspect the scene before her. A man sprawled face-down on the ground. An older-looking woman bore an arm dangling at the wrong angle. A lot of dusty, scared-looking humans but otherwise, perfectly fine. Milly quickly brushed aside a piece of ceiling, unearthing her books. She made a grab for them and started towards the door to get out of there and back to the hotel. Maybe Devon was there. She hoped her car was all right. Was the shop still up? What an earthquake! Did anything happen in Vegas? Hopefully not. I should've never left there. This place is nothing but trouble. Once she reached the door, something stopped her from leaving and Milly looked back at a lot of dusty, scared-looking people. She set the books aside and went over to the man on the floor, already being looked at by another woman. "I think he's unconscious," said the woman. Now that Milly had a better look, she could see he was bleeding from a cut, how large or deep she didn't know, above his eyebrow. Probably struck by falling debris. "We better call an ambulance," said the woman. Milly got up. "You watch him. I'll check the phones." reply

The Long Way Home [05 Oct 2004|08:42pm] The sun had come back that morning, and as Hayden accelerated down the narrow highway out of Searchlight, the wind whipped through his long hair. He needed to be out. He needed to think. With a brow furrowed in thought, Hayden drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of the Jeep. Matthew knew. Darian hadn't settled for taking him down a peg... he'd poured salt in the wound by making the deed public. But what Darian hadn't counted on, apparently, was Matthew's decency. He could be trusted to let Hayden make his own decisions regarding Kris. It only made Hayden respect the Watcher more. And Matthew was right. Getting it all back would take time. Deep down, Hayden knew he couldn't hope to hide it all forever. Kris was smarter than that, and she understood what made him tick. He just hoped that he could hold her off longer, gain more of it back, so that it wouldn't seem so bad when she found out the truth. If she could ever forgive him for lying. Damn, he needed a cigarette. Hayden kept one hand on the wheel and pulled one from his pack, placing it between his lips. He reached down to depress the lighter in the console. Something shook the Jeep. Hayden's eyes went to the dashboard, searching for a reason why the vehicle had begun to vibrate. But then the sensation increased. In the distance, a cloud of dust began to form around the hillsides as rocks tumbled from their perches. The ground seemed to lurch beneath him, and though his hands held fast to the wheel, the Jeep seemed to have a mind of its own, veering towards the side of the road. Hayden jerked the wheel left, overcompensating in the adrenaline of the moment. As the tires crossed the other lane and met the sand, the vehicle began to flip. The roll bar crashed into the ground, sending a spray of sand into the air. Hayden's head slammed against the side of the Jeep. Two complete turns, and it came to rest upside down, tires still spinning. The lighter popped out of the console. In a daze, Hayden unfastened his seatbelt and slid through the open window. He maneuvered away from the Jeep on his back, elbows pulling him along. Once his legs were clear, he laid back and closed his eyes, a bit of blood running from his scalp towards his ear. "Shit..." he muttered, a ringing sound filling his head. Moments later, he pushed himself into a sitting position and looked around. The desert was deathly quiet. A quick glance at the hills confirmed what he'd thought he'd seen earlier. Piles of rock had settled in flat places. Earthquake. Hayden got to his feet and leaned into the overturned vehicle, eyes searching the sand. His cell phone was MIA. He pulled his tshirt over his head and balled the material, using it to stem the bleeding above his ear. He focused on one thought-- getting back to town and finding a phone to call Kris. With that image in his mind, he set off down the highway, the hills behind him and a long road ahead. reply

I Hate This Place [05 Oct 2004|09:27pm] [ mood | irritated ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon had been out walking and had been halfway between Las Vegas and Searchlight when the quake had hit. The ground had shook and split beneath his feet and he was soon free falling down as the ground continued to split apart around him and the screaming echoed in his ears. After a moment or two of falling, the quake and the screaming just stopped and ironically enough so did he. As he landed he made a distinct thud noise and he groaned as pain flared through his right arm. He blinked slowly as he took in his current surroundings before he spat out a large amount of blood to the side of him. He then braced himself on one hand and used it to push him to a sitting position. He bit back a wince of pain as his right arm hung loose and limp at his side." Great, dislocated." He muttered with a faint smirk, blood dripped from a cut to his head and he was aware of being light-headed. Very slowly, he raised himself to a standing position and his head tipped to one side as his eyes gazed upwards. He dug his boots into the ground on either side of him. His eyes flickered from green to gold and soon the beast within surfaced and with a cry, Devon leapt from where he was and after a short moment he landed back on the surface above the crack. As he hit down, his body crumpled to the right and he let loose a string of curse words as the pain in his right arm only intensified at this sudden impact. He managed to roll himself so he was now on his back and he felt the beast fighting him. He gritted his teeth and focused on his breathing, in-out-in-out. For the moment, Devon would remain where he was. This place was nothing but trouble. reply

Zaebis'! [05 Oct 2004|09:53pm] [ mood | annoyed ] There are still the angry people walking! And still they try to kill! And still there is the cursing and crying and the bad dreams!!! And still I cannot get of the food easy at all. There is the shaking from the ground as well. I understand nothing. And I hate it. reply

Quake [05 Oct 2004|10:18pm] --non journal-- Tyler had been in the middle of his backyard when the quake hit. He had been lost in his meditation for almost half of an hour, feeling as though if the sun where out, he should be in it. He had a special relationship with the light and the darkness, too long in either one could have adverse effects on his concentration levels. Balance was the key to maintaining proper function in his life, and if he got too much or too little of something, it had the potential to completely mess his world up. Long before the ground began to shake, Tyler could sense that something was about to happen. While he had no feelings of immediate threat to himself, he could sense the evil that hung in the air. It was as if nature around him and been poisoned and polluted with ill-intent. The sensations running through him made his meditation a time of inner-turmoil, the state of the affairs around him blending in with his spirit. When the quake finally hit, it was almost a feeling of relief. Tyler opened his eyes, wishing he knew who had been responsible. He couldn't hide the anger that grew inside him for the evil forces that obviously held human life in contempt. 'Soon,'he thought to himself,'I will find the origin of these strange supernatural activities, and make those responsible pay.' If he could find out who it was, he could hunt them down and take them out for good. Or so he thought. The quake didn't do any real damage to the house or the surrounding area, which was a lucky break for him. He would find out later just how much damage it did to other places on TV. Standing to his feet after it was over, he went into the house to see if any major damage had been done there. Nothing too bad, other than some broken glasses and dishes that had fallen. Easy to clean up, so Tyler went to find a broom and dustpan. Returning, he had the mess cleaned, and could once again feel safe to walk around the kitchen in his bare feet.discarding the rubbish, Ty moved onto the living room area, picking up coffee tables and such. Soon, the whole house was in proper order. Ty decided he should head into town, to see if any help was needed. reply

Need to Know [05 Oct 2004|10:52pm] Rhiannon entered the bookshop through the back door, sunglasses on her face and the hood of her jacket over her hair. The sunlight was back with a vengeance, and already a headache was throbbing behind her eyes. Briefly, she wondered if Tristan had been caught outside in it. The image was at once highly appealing and very disturbing. She moved to the counter and placed a pad of paper on the surface. Rhiannon uncapped a pen with her teeth and wrote Aidan a quick note: 'Aidan, can I talk to you? Not an emergency, but important. Let me know. -R' Just as she turned to leave, a strange sensation washed over her, as though someone had walked over her grave. The fine hair on her arms stood on end. She stopped where she stood, eyes scanning her surroundings for the cause. A faint tremor was felt beneath the soles of her shoes, as though a heavy truck had driven by. She glanced towards the window just as the ground shuddered beneath her. In an instant, the entire bookstore was shaking. Rhiannon stumbled towards the door of Emmy's office, pressing her back against one side and bracing her hands and feet against the other. She held on tight, flinching as shelves of crystals tossed their contents to the floor and books slid from their high stacks. A picture to her left leapt from the wall, the glass shattering near her feet. Rhiannon remained in place for a few seconds after the trembling ended. Somewhere on the street, a car alarm blared loudly. She moved out of the doorway, boots crunching in the remnants of the picture frame. "What the hell was that?" she murmured, a look of concern on her features. The obvious answer didn't hold a lot of water. Not in Searchlight, Nevada. As she headed for the back door, her fingers slipped into her pocket, reaching for her cellphone. She flipped it open and dialed Joseph's number. The line continued to ring as she stepped into the bright light, a hand above her forehead. "Come on...." she whispered, needing to know he was okay. But he didn't answer. Okay... one minute after an earthquake, he's not worried about his cell phone ringing. But somehow, her mind wasn't soothed by that reasoning, and it did nothing to ease the knot of worry forming in her stomach. Rhiannon slipped inside her car and put the key in the ignition. She searched through the static for a local station in hopes of finding a news bulletin. What she heard had her fumbling to get the car in reverse. Catastrophic damage being reported in Las Vegas. The tires of her Nissan gave a plaintive squeal as she took off down the road, weaving around any debris that got in her way. She turned onto the highway, dialing his number again as she went. It rang relentlessly as the needle on her speedometer began to climb. reply

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