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Decisions [08 Oct 2004|12:06am] [ mood | determined ] [ music | Story Of The Year - Until The Day I Die ] Finally back at my motel room. No sign of Milly and that worries me. From the looks of things, the earthquake hit here. I hope she’s okay and she’s somewhere safe. I wonder how Emmeline’s dealing with this quake. I can’t imagine anyone would have been prepared for it. I wonder what or who could have caused it. I don’t believe it’s a natural phenomena especially with the news reports I’ve been hearing over the radio. Looks like Las Vegas took the brunt of it, lava pouring down its streets and people trapped underground. Maybe it's time I went and offered help. I can move more rock than any human can not to mention the fact I can move fast and I heal quick. Decision made. I'm going to Las Vegas. reply

Follow the Signs [08 Oct 2004|12:37am] [ mood | worried ] Oz sat on the concrete steps facing the hotel. Assessing the damage, he saw that the place was no less safe than it had been before the quake. There were a couple of rooms that could no longer be used due to structural damage, but he hadn't heard about any deaths in the building. There were some injuries reported. Oz wasn't injured, though he found a slight pounding in his head to be somewhat of a hindrance. He touched his temple and squinted in the sunlight. An earthquake appearing shortly after the sun did. It cast a large shadow of doubt in his mind as to the likelihood of it being a coincidence. Someone wasn't happy with the return of the light. The question was, who? The other day when he ran into Dawn and her friend, Connor, they both seemed to be drawn here, to Searchlight, Nevada, too. It wasn't as comforting as he thought it should be to find a familiar face here. The circumstances probably had something to do with that. He was glad to see Dawn, but didn't want any of his friends, old or new, in such a dangerous place. Still, he knew she could take care of herself. As for her friend, Connor, he wasn't sure what that guy's story was, but he trusted Dawn's judgment. He had met Destiny before running into Dawn and Connor, at the book store. They talked a bit and he found out she was a Slayer. All of these people, Slayers, Watchers, people who knew about the kinds of things most people were better off not knowing about, the darkness that had finally cleared, it all pointed to the same conclusion for Oz. The monks were right. All of the signs pointed here. This is where he felt he was needed. Something big was happening and somehow this place was at the center of it. The quake further confirmed his suspicions. Natural disasters were always a sign of a greater disturbance. Oz didn't believe things would completely crumble at these observations. However, he was aware that he needed to be prepared for virtually anything to occur now. Maybe someone around town knew something about what was going on. If not, there was always someone, somewhere, that needed help. Oz rose to his feet, letting his hand drop from his face. He turned away from the hotel and started walking. reply

Clash Of Personalities And Belief Systems [08 Oct 2004|01:32am] [ mood | bitchy ] [ music | Stealers Wheel - Stuck In The Middle With You ] Jordan had taken a "day off" from her research and her case especially after that quake. She had spent most of her time indoors, reading and trying to make sense out of everything and had decided enough was enough. She had left her smart clothes in their case and had thrown on a pair of blue jeans and a simple v-neck sleeveless black top. She had a beaded choker around her neck and beaded bracelets around her wrists. On her feet, she wore simple dark flip-flops. Her long dark hair was still wet from her shower and tucked behind her ears. Her blue shades covered her eyes; she could wear them at last thank God for that. She wandered out of her motel room and went to assess the damage done to her car, well not her car. The government's car but it was the same thing at the end of the day. Tyler had risen with the sun that morning, thankful to have its presence back in his life. Having gone for an early morning run, he had returned home to do various chores around the house. Finding himself bored after a few hours, he decided that a drive around town was necessary. After a quick shower and a change into a clean white shirt and some dark jeans, he was ready to go. Jumping in his truck and rolling down the windows, he roared out of his driveway, set off for no place in particular. Jordan lifted her shades and rested them on top of her head. Her now green eyes raked across the car and she took in the damage. It wasn't anything too bad, which was always a good sign. She wondered what could have caused the quake. She didn't think this region was known for earthquakes. She did have a flat though which meant she needed to change it. She wandered around to the boot and pulled it open before rummaging in the back for her spare, the jack and the lug wrench. ( An Offer Of Help ) ( Do You Believe In The Supernatural? ) ( Insert Foot In Mouth ) ( Spitfire ) ( Hard Work ) Jordan slipped her shades back on before she wandered out of McDonalds." Busy lives equal busy people." She commented over her shoulder as she strode out of there. Musing quietly at what she said, he slowly nodded as he walked to the car, hands in his pockets. "They also equal lonely people," he said quietly, probably too quiet for her to hear. She had in fact heard it and she felt a distinct tug on her heart. No truer words have ever been spoken But she didn't voice her thoughts. Instead she unlocked her side before slipping in and unlocking his side. He got in quickly, again fastening the dreaded belt across himself. If he didnt wear it, he could die in a crash, if he did wear it, he would die of strangulation. Lose lose situation to him , "Thanks for having dinner with me." he said, looking up at her after clicking the seat belt into the...other seat belt part. reply

Giving Them Mercy [08 Oct 2004|02:17am] ( Not A Journal Item ) reply

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Last Minute Decision [08 Oct 2004|11:42am] [ mood | crazy ] Emmeline listened to the message on the answering machine three times before it really sunk in. She had to go. She had to leave Searchlight, at least for a few days. She packed in a hurry, tossing in things she might never need and forgetting the things she would. She'd drive to the airport in Las Vegas and catch the first flight to Chicago she could find; there was no time for another cross-country drive. Aidan wasn't around for a quick farewell, and she didn't try to find him. No time. She dropped a book and a stack of papers on the kitchen table, with a note for William. It was all the information she had on Azazel; her own research had led her to believe that he was the one terrorizing the town. She taped a note to the front door, for whomever might find it first. ( Note on the Door ) reply

[08 Oct 2004|11:49am] [ mood | amused ] How impolite. She didn't even say where she was going. Just run off in a rush. Didn't even leave a note. And this one thinks she cares about him. It looked at the papers on the table; an aged book about the demon Azazel and faxed sheets of paper regarding him as well. That just wouldn't do. In a few seconds, they were replaced with the easiest materials at hand - books on Baal. It smirked with Aidan's lips. Baal was long dead. Of course, they had know way of knowing that. reply

I could count myself a king of infinite space... [08 Oct 2004|02:02pm] [ mood | nervous ] William awoke from his nightmare with a silent scream on his lips. He didn't scream, though. He didn't want to tell Desiny about this. Another nightmare, the same one he'd been having for the past few nights, since he had started researching, only even more real. The things that populated the town now, falling on him, hurting him, eating him. His bare chest felt cool, and was covered in cold sweat. He rose slowly from the bed and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of khakis. He walked into his study and grabbed his diaries. He spent the next couple of hours filling them up with everything that had happened in Searchlight. He needed there to be a record of what had happened. Finishing that, he gathered all his research on Azazel. He wrote a note to Destiny and Emmeline, and laid it on the pillow of his bed. With that done, his heart felt a little lighter. William began to make phone calls. There was no answer at each of the places he called, and he didn't leave messages the first time. No need to worry people unduly. But he decided that, if worse came to worst, he needed to leave one. And if better came to best, he needed to leave another. He picked up his cell and dialed a number. ( Voice Mail to Matthew ) William set the cell down, and steeled himself to make a call that was, in its way, even harder. He picked it up, swallowed, and dialed. ( Voice Mail to Jordan ) William shut the phone and shook his head. Fighting ancient demons, no problem. Asking out a perfectly nice woman, you stumble over your tongue like a drunk. He still had quite a few hours until he was due to leave with Destiny for Emmeline's, and he chose to relax. He picked up the first edition of The Stand that Emmeline had found for him, and he settled in to read it. 1 comment | reply

Watcher Research [08 Oct 2004|02:20pm] [ mood | busy ] Dominick had been pouring over his books ever since he spoke with Mitch at the Lighthouse. He had found some interesting facts on Legion: ( Legion ) Dominick recorded everything in his journal and was intent on showing his findings to Matthew and William. He didn't know how helpful it would all be, but you never knew. Even the bible mentioned Legion: ( Bible ) Dominick scribbled everything down furiously in his journal. He hoped he was making progress and would be helpful to his fellow Watchers and Slayers. reply

Walking In Circles [08 Oct 2004|04:28pm] [ mood | numb ] ( Private ) ( Voicemail Left For Mich ) ( Voicemail Left For Dominick ) Went to the bookstore the other day. Talked with a Slayer by the name of Rhiannon. Interesting woman. Very interesting aura. We discussed Slayers and Watchers, the old versions of what I am today. The things they dress in and the behavioural traits they all seem to have. I can tell by the way she talks, she hasn't had a good experience with a Watcher. What is it with the Slayers and bad experiences with the people who hold the title of Watcher? It would seem I have a Slayer. A Slayer who I do intend on proving wrong, a Slayer I intend to be there for. Through whatever happens and whatever comes to be. Alas the day job is calling. It's time I got ready for work. reply

[08 Oct 2004|06:38pm] [ mood | bouncy ] ( Roomies? ) Well, I'm finally going to stop being a homeless ninja.  Oh, I'll have my own kitchen, Yata!  Hehe, sorry...I get too happy sometimes. Matt's a nice guy, I hope lliving together will work out.  I want to stay near a resource for the weird and wacky also so I can stay near Kris in some way shape or form.  I'm not about to just say all is well and done after she saved my ass.  Much to do, not much else is happening. reply

Back Up On Her Feet [08 Oct 2004|10:20pm] [ mood | crazy ] It's been a wild couple of days. Been rounding locals up like cattle and trying to keep them from eating one another not to mention hunting and killing vamps. Met a guy called Tyler, new to town. A little cocky but good in a fight. Maybe I'll see him again and maybe I won't. I've learnt that in this town anything is possible. Had a visit from her with information about Hayden. Stuff I didn't know, stuff about my recovery. I can't describe how everything she told me made me feel but it was like everything came crashing down around me and I was powerless to stop it. Worse feeling in the world. Well second worse to knowing you caused someone you love to lose almost everything because of you. We talked about it. Well, he talked and I cried. Same difference. He says everything he lost was worth it because I'm alive and I believe him. I'm not even angry at him for lying to me about it. I know why he did it and it only makes me love him more. I'm a lucky woman, a very lucky woman. ( Voice Mail For Rhiannon ) I guess I need to get back up off the ground and brush myself off. There's still a lot of work that needs to be done and this town isn't big enough for Slayers and the creatures which lurk in its shadows. I'm not quitting until I have at least a few kills under my belt. reply

Hidden Motivation [08 Oct 2004|11:11pm] Trying to block out the pain that was shooting down his left calf, Tyler continued running down the road at the fastest pace his body would allow. He wasn't sure why he had been running so long, but it wasn't fixing anything. The frustration, the confusion, and the wild thoughts of what the future could hold still plagued his mind, and no amount of physical exhaustion or pain was doing any good at relieving him. That didn't mean he was going to let himself stop. He bitterly cursed himself over and over again at the recent mess he had made of things. 'I should have known better than to jump in with both feet like that,' he thought over and over again. He had no idea how long he'd been running in the desert heat, but his leg had been screaming for him to stop for at least ten minutes. Since he had no one to yell at him, the pain catered to his desire to be punished for such a stupid mistake. Tyler looked up, gasping for breath. Speaking of mistakes, he didn't even know where he was at the moment. Darian stood in profile in the center of the highway, hands folded behind his back. The lines of his black suit were sharp, his hair slicked back into an impossibly neat style. His stared, expressionless, at the sun lowering on the horizon. As the young man approached, Darian's face turned towards him. Not a drop of sweat dotted his features as he watched, cold eyes scanning the length of the running figure with something akin to mild disdain. That odd feeling at the base of his stomach flaring up, and Tyler suddenly realized he was not alone. He slowed his run, looking around and balling his fists, fearing the worst. But the feeling didn't remind him of Elfleda. It was something different…not nearly as evil. He wasn't even sure if the feeling WAS evil, it was just…something. Looking ahead, he realized he was approaching a man dressed sharply in a black suit, looking like he was ready for a business meeting. He had a different feel to him, and Tyler was on his guard immediately. He continued to walk the distance until they were closer to each other, but thoughts in his mind continued to fly. Who was this guy? What did he want? "Hello," Tyler said, looking the man in the eye. The feeling in his stomach had definitely been caused by this being. Darian lifted his gaze from the young man's shoes, moving over the form in a simply assessing manner. Upon eye contact, one brow twitched upward. "Good evening." Humans can be such commiserable creatures, Darian thought with contempt. So easily they allowed themselves to be tainted, and so pitifully they lamented their choices later. "I trust the Lady found you quite amenable to her schemes." Darian turned fully to face Tyler, lifting a hand to adjust the silk in his breast pocket. ( Elusive ) She had said this guy was a hindrance to Slayers. Tyler knew better than to say it. He contemplated if he should say anything at all. He looked up at Darian sharply, a sudden thought crossing his mind. "Why were you here?" Tyler asked. "Where you waiting for me?" "I go where there is need. And you are in desperate need. Good evening." Without further clarification, Darian walked away from the confusion on Tyler's face. reply

The Demon Revealed [08 Oct 2004|11:55pm] William had arrived at Emmeline’s shortly before 8 and found her note. Destiny had opened the door, and then gone out on patrol, leaving William to tend the empty house. He waited for the doorbell to ring. Connor strolled up to the door, eyeing the address in his hand, and he glanced to Dawn. "Ready for this?" he asked. Dawn walked alongside Connor, though she was eyeing their surroundings more than the slip of paper. It was quiet so far, but no reason to let her guard down. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's see what this is about, then if it's not too late after I can get the rest of my stuff moved in." "Technically it is moved in. It just needs putting away." Connor said, heading for the front door and knocking. He nodded to everyone else. "Yeah, that's the fun part." Dawn said wryly as she followed him to the front door, waving to Rhiannon. Rhiannon approached Emmeline's house with her hands in her hip pockets, unsure what to expect. Up ahead she recognized Connor and Dawn and lifted an eyebrow. Interesting group assembling. Kris drew her car to a stop outside of the house Dominick had given her directions for. Her eyes looked the place up and down before she looked to her Watcher sat in the passenger seat. "Right place?" She asked with a slight grin before she turned and grabbed her sheathed sword from her back seat. She had brought it, for what reason? She didn't know. With that she stepped out of her car and smoothed down her dark tank top and took to locking up her car before she made for the front door. Dominick squinted at the piece of paper he held with the directions written down. "Seems so." He grabbed his own weapons bag, complete with his favorite crossbow and followed Kris. ( The Big Bad is Who? ) ( March of the Possessed ) ( Plans and Battles ) ( Retreat ) Connor's eyes were also on the car ahead of them, though his head was screaming in pain. He leaned further back into the seat. "...was anyone else seriously hurt? We're following to the hospital, right?" "I don't really know." Dominick reckoned he had a concussion himself. "Right now, getting out of here is foremost in my mind." Dawn closed her eyes, though her voice was as strong as normal. "Getting out of here I don't have a problem with but I want to see if William will be alright." Dominick sighed heavily. That's all he wanted too, but the details would have to wait. Connor fell silent, concerned eyes on the other car. Rhiannon lifted her forearm to wipe the red stain from beneath her lip. In the distance, the lights of Cottonwood Cove became visible. "Almost there." William looked at the Slayers, looked and saw the lights of the town in the distance, and he forced himself awake. He had friends to live for now, and a demon that was going to pay for hurting him. Pay dearly. reply

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