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Delivery Time [07 Oct 2004|12:11am] [ mood | satisfied ] [ music | Mandy, Barry Manilow ] Tristan stood underneath the crucified body. He scrunched up his nose and frowned. Interesting. For the most part, he was not pleased. He didn't want added attention. This was his neighborhood. His home. This display would bring unwanted visitors to his doorstep. On the other hand, perhaps it would bring Rhiannon his way again. Plus, it did take some talent, which he was always fond of. In the end, Tristan decided to leave it where it was. He had other plans for tonight. It didn't take him long to reach his destination. ( Delivery Time ) reply

A Night Out [07 Oct 2004|01:49am] [ mood | lonely ] Dominick took a seat at the Lighthouse bar and smiled at Jo behind the counter. "I'd love a pint of Guiness, if you think you can scrape one up?" He was feeling quite restless after his headache the day and night before. Now he was aching for some social activity. He was still feeling bad that he had missed the Watcher's gathering, and had yet to get caught up. Perhaps drowning a few sorrows in this place was just what he needed. Jo chuckled softly, nodding to Dominick and getting his pint for him. She left it on the bar to settle as she leaned lightly and watched him. "You look kinda down there, bud." She tipped her head a bit. "How goes?" Dominick shrugged as he watched the foam settle in the glass. "I guess I'm just feeling out of sorts lately. And to be honest, I'm a bit lonely." He thought of Hannah and wondered what she was up to. He hadn't forgotten their dinner date planned for later in the week. He hoped she was looking as forward to it as he was. "Well, out of sorts is never fun, out of sorts and lonely as a pair is even worse." She reached over the bar and patted his shoulder lightly. "Mich and Nyx might be here alittle later.. not too sure though." She smiled and popped a bottle of domestic open for herself. Slow nights, she bought her own product. Dominick perked up at that. "I would love to speak with Mich. There was a Watcher's gathering the other night, and unfortunately I missed it. I'd like to hear about what was discussed." He took a long draught from the pint and gave Jo a little smile. "Best beer in town." Jo tipped her bottle to Dominick and smiled before taking a sip as she listened to what he had to say. "She'll probably show. She's trying to make an effort to get out a little more.. she's way too cooped up, says Andi." She chuckled softly and tipped her bottle to him again, "It's just beer, my friend. It's the company that makes the difference." "So true. And how are you these days? Claire seems to be recovering nicely, thanks to you and Nyx." Dominick settled in on the stool, glad that he had decided to stop in after all. Jo smiled a bit. "I'm pretty well. I'm so happy we were able to get to Claire in time." Her lips twitched faintly, remembering the gift still shoved into her jacket pocket. "Matthew and I are getting closer, as well." She didn't ask about Dominick's personal life, some people didn't share. Dominick nodded and smiled. "Matthew is a fine man and a very intelligent Watcher. You two make a fine pair, if you don't mind my saying so." He blushed faintly, never easy with speaking of such things, and took another sip from his beer. "And how is business? I hope you didn't sustain too much damage from the earthquake?" Jo smiled, her own blush fairly evident in the full lighting. "Thank you, that's quite the compliment." She sipped her own beer and chewed her lower lip before answering the question, "It wasn't too bad. Connor cleaned it up for us, and the back room supplies were well secured, so there was no damage there at all." "That is good to hear. Starting a new business can be hard in itself, but I'm sure it's even more difficult in a town like this." He glanced around and saw that the place was populated with quite a few locals, however. He found that interesting and amusing. "I see that even the locals know a good thing when they see it, however." Jo snorted laughter and shook her head. "They'll take alcohol wherever they can get it.. though truly, they tip pretty well." She waved at Mich as the door opened to admit the other Watcher. "Look, a bookworm for you!" She grinned at the pair, very different from one another. ( Watcher Talk ) reply

Of Strangers, Spiritual Violation And An Agreement [07 Oct 2004|07:37am] ( Not A Journal Item ) reply

Interrogation [07 Oct 2004|01:39pm] [ mood | bouncy ] Claire had cajoled and whined her way out of bed. She was tired of being cooped up. Nyx had finally relented, with the right amount of kisses, and now Claire was propped up behind the bar at the Lighthouse. Nyx had ran off to do some shopping, and Jo was around somewhere, but for the moment, Claire was in charge. She smiled as she poured a local his beer. He gave her a wink, "Glad to have you back, sugar." Claire had decided some of the locals were decent folks. Jordan was not having a good day. She had spent most of her time on the phone to her superiors, trying to explain the fact she didn't have any answers and she had to listen as they warned her that they expected results and if they didn't get any, they would think about replacing her with a more "suitable" candidate. She was as always dressed in her black pant suit. The dark pants hugged her hips and fell neatly around her black heels. The white shirt and the black jacket completed the ensamble. Jordan shifted her blue shades to the top of her hair, this pushed stray strands of her hair back from her face and her eyes took in "The Lighthouse Bar" She smirked." A drink will do me good." With that said, Jordan entered the bar and wandered up towards the bar before she took a seat. Her leg crossed over one another and she pushed her jacket up so she avoided sitting on it. Her hands clasped together as she waited for one of the people behind the bar to notice her. ( Questioning ) reply

What The?! [07 Oct 2004|02:06pm] [ mood | indifferent ] I have the worst headache ever. I don't know what happened exactly. I was just standing up and taking care of a few things in my office when suddenly the ground and office shake around me and the ceiling falls in on me. According to Ralphael I was out for a few hours and they had to take me to a hospital to make sure nothing serious had happened. I have a concussion so I'm told, which means I can't go to sleep so I guess it's coffee for me. It would seem the whole of Las Vegas was hit by a tremendous earthquake. The streets are split apart, lava is still pouring down the street and I think the emergency services are trying to find a way to stop it. The subway system is at a complete halt, people are trapped in the tunnels and it would seem the entire city is panicking. Some are talking about the end of the world. I mean honestly, how dumb can you get? My only hope is that Bastion is successful and that Tristan is alright. I suppose it's time I cleaned up my office. reply

Leaving the Loft [07 Oct 2004|05:14pm] [ mood | accomplished ] ( moving out ) reply

No More Happy Fuzzy Bunny Land [07 Oct 2004|07:06pm] [ mood | anxious ] Emmy squinted in the bright light of the sun. After so many days of darkness, it was taking some getting used to. Still, it was nice to feel the warm wash of sunlight again. Aidan's book had arrived in a timely manner to the shop, but he had seemed very disinterested in it, which was strange, considering the price he had paid for it. Tossing it behind the counter, he had stalked out of the store in a cross mood, leaving Emmeline alone for the day. Curiosity overcame her, and she began pouring through the text while keeping vigil behind the counter. Connor stopped outside the book store, looking up at the sign and into the window. He wondered if they were going to have what he was looking for. He kind of doubted it, actually, but you never knew until you tried. Besides, William had mentioned the place, and the people who worked here, so what the hell. He pulled open the door and headed inside, looking around. ( William told me to stop by here ) (  Did you need something in particular, or just getting yourself acquainted with the town? ) ( The new stuff is just fluff ) ( The Big Bad in Town ) Connor smiled a genuine, little smile at her. "Thank you," he said honestly, obviously surprised but pleased. "It's appreciated. And Eight. Gotcha. I'll let you get back to work, it was nice to meet you." Emmy nodded and smiled, watching Connor leave. He was nice, and William seemed to trust him, so all was well. Funny that he should be the first she invited to her impromptu gathering. Others would need to be notified. Scribbling another note on the pad of paper already on the counter, Emmy folded it neatly in half and pinned it to the bulletin board behind the counter. She labeled it boldly in a permanent marker; RHIANNON ( Note to Rhiannon ) reply

Phone Call [07 Oct 2004|08:56pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton ] Tired after a long day at the shop, Emmy sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. When Aidan had found time to make a new one she had no idea, but it was gorgeous just the same. He had a real talent for it. She would have to thank him when she saw him again. She filled out a thank you card for Dr. Reeves, put it in an envelope and applied a stamp, and stuck it on the refrigerator with a magnet before going for the phone. Three rings and then an answering machine. It figured. Best to just leave a message and hope William got it in a timely manner. ( Message for William and Destiny ) reply

Good Heavens, Vote Devon. [07 Oct 2004|09:09pm] Devon had changed out of the clothes which had been ruined by his fall. His cut was already healing and his shoulder had been relocated by himself driving it into the ground and he was now pulling on a black tshirt over his head. He was determined to go help the people in Las Vegas. He needed something productive to do. To take his mind off the worry he felt for the people he knew. The door unlocked and Milly came in looking dusty and troubled. She spotted Devon and was relieved to see he was alive and well although there was a healing cut on his forehead that sprung some mild concern and curiosity. "Hey. What's the rush?" ( Vote Devon for 2005 ) reply

Something Rotten [07 Oct 2004|09:13pm] [ mood | Possessed ] Memories are interesting things. This one, he holds close to them. Like little treasures buried in his own mind. To visit in bad times... or in good. He is strong. There is power here that he doesn't understand himself. This is good. Good for me. I can use him. So much of him goes to the girl. She is... a nuisance. Fluttering about. Books of words, she thinks they can be the undoing of the Master. She doesn't understand. I would rid him of her... rid myself of her... but she is needed, for now. She takes his strength. He still gives it, willingly. This helps me to keep hold. He would be too strong for me, if not for the girl. A nuisance and helpful, at the same time. These humans are such a dichotomy. I rather like them. It moved in his body like liquid. Aidan was there, trapped, to watch what the creature did with his limbs, his lips. It searched for its kindred, using his eyes. And it set them free, using his hands. A rustic old shed, tucked behind an old house. They called out from within, without words. The only sounds emanating were growls and groans. New strength infused in his hands, he pulled away the door with little effort. The first went for him, unknowing that it attacked one of their own. A single slap of his palm sent it wheeling. "Look at you," he growled, shaking his head. "Disgusting. Vile. What is the matter with you? Do you forget who we serve? Get a hold of yourself!" They cowered, and he grinned. "Go. Cause more trouble. Just don't get caught again. Imbeciles." He sat back and watched as they ran, a slow grin forming on his face. Aidan's memories spoke volumes; he had released his friends behind the home of a Watcher and Slayer. reply

Good To See You [07 Oct 2004|11:29pm] [ mood | mellow ] ( Looking For Me? ) ( Her Own Personal Circle Of Hell ) ( Private Show ) What can I say about today? It’s been insane. It really has. Being trapped down there with those people, it was trying and taxing. I don’t know how many times I had to stop to listen to their complaints and deal with their opinions. Best thing about this day? I’m alive and I came home to find Rhiannon on my doorstep. But right now, I’m going to go pass out with her in my arms. So I’ll see you later. reply

An Open Window [07 Oct 2004|11:31pm] Matthew had decided he had had enough of this twentieth century way of researching and wanted books. Something he could hold in his own two hands and could read before he went to bed. He wandered the streets of Searchlight. His dark shoes caked in sand and his skin glistened slightly with sweat. One disadvantage of having the sun back. He got hot and his skin burned. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark navy shirt. His dark hair was dishevelled from the amount of times he had shoved his hand through it and his eyes were focused on the ground as he walked. He eventually neared the bookstore and pushed the door open. Rhiannon had given up on the idea of customers. She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the counter, her back leaning against the display case. On one knee, she balanced her sketchpad, and between her fingers she held a charcoal Her hand flew over the paper, outlining a female face from memory. As the door swung open, Rhiannon glanced up, revealing a smudge of gray on her temple. Her eyes settled on the Watcher, waiting for his approach. He wandered the bookstore, his eyes lifted to rest on a dark haired woman sat on the ground. One eyebrow twitched as he first saw a light shade of purple but it darkened the closer he got to her and then eventually when he was just in front of her, he saw a shade of grey almost black colour beneath the purple. He managed to pull his eyes away from inspecting the colours to look at her. "Hey there. You've got a bit of grey on you." He gestured to her temple with a slanted smile. Rhiannon's eyes reflected her brief confusion. "What...? Oh." She lifted the back of her hand to her temple and rubbed, then inspected her hand. "Happens every time," she mused, then glanced back up at the man standing beside her. She recognized his face. He'd been at The Lighthouse for the meeting. A Watcher. "Anything I can do for you?" Rhiannon glanced at her drawing and rubbed her thumb over a portion of the Slayer's hair. "Looking for a book or preferably books on a demon called Lilith." Matthew commented as he glanced around himself. As most Watchers before him, he was simply enjoying the sensation of being in a bookstore. God he needed to get out more. This thought caused him to smirk slightly. "Yeah?" Rhiannon climbed to her feet and stood beside him, tossing her art supplies by the register. "Well... I can help you look if you tell me a little more about it. Ancient thing? Regional thing? Incorporeal thing?" She lifted her shoulders and shrugged. "Three-headed, cross-eyed thing?" ( Biblical Proportions ) ( Watch Me ) reply

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