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Leavin'.. [09 Oct 2004|12:47am] [ mood | guilty ] This place.. is just too much for me. I got everything set up for myself, and have met a few people. But Gods.. I saw the army of people marching off earlier, and some of the good guys following along. I think I need to just go back to New York and be done with this place. Now that I know what I am, and what my purpose in life is, I can do my work there and go back to teaching. I can be me, and do it somewhere I belong. That decided, she got online and purchaced a one way ticket back home. After that was done, she made a few calls and discovered her apartment hadn't been sold yet. This was good. She told the agent to take it off market, and promised to pay him for his time anyway. She made a few more calls, getting the place set back up for herself and then set to packing her belongings up. The truck.. what am I going to do with the truck?! I really like it, and I sold my car back east right away. Hm. A few more calls were made and it was arranged to have the truck shipped to New York along with the heavier items she was taking. A sigh as she thought of the people she'd be leaving behind. Such was life. She wrote a few notes out with numbers to reach her if it was so desired. One was labeled Rhiannon, one Aidan, Hayden and lastly, Dominick. She wandered out of the apartment and slipped them under the door of Unseen Insight. A nod, and she headed back to the place that would only be hers another half night. ( Rhiannon ) ( Aidan ) ( Hayden ) ( Dominick ) All that done, she collected the last things she'd be taking on the flight and left. That was that for her. reply

After the fight [09 Oct 2004|01:23am] [ mood | content ] ( crashing ) reply

Observation [09 Oct 2004|03:37am] Long past the gateway to unholy guarded home, the Bride of Leviathan came to relax and watch. A place where those who were summoned would pass through dimensional vortex and tests of entrance, before allowed to disturb. Smoke drifting over floor, the Corruptress laid where one bedded throne was made. An ethereal, ghostly palace, where Leviathan itself at times came to visit; gifting it with sickly presence and enriching amongst its Bride's vile own. Torso lifted, sensing through servant where attention was then required. As she rose, so the throne more properly came to be. Something was attracting her view... Or rather, something was. Another entity that was communicating with an individual whom she had yet to allocate a task. That quest was being endangered. Elfleda tended to work with religionists rather than against them. Some of the grandest corruptions in history were quite often done, if not on behalf of, then with religion playing a part in it. That in itself meant that she was well versed in how ignorance - an unwillingness to ask questions, tended to drive the 'faithful' to do as one they trusted may command. To ask questions was dangerous. Knowledge was power. This one, this advisor... 'Darian'. Would have to be made more agreeable. A lot more agreeable. reply

Ass Kickin' [09 Oct 2004|03:49am] [ mood | hurting ] [ music | Sarah McLachlan - Sweet Surrender ] Jo was in her patrolling gear, moving quietly through he evening. A lit cigarette gave her away with the scent of smoke, and the burning tip, but it was so quiet tonight. She knew something had taken place, there were no zombies or possessed types walking around, but also there were no vampires or demons for her to hunt. She grumbled to herself as she walked through the desert, headed back towards town. Tristan was feeling down. He had seen the horde headed for the mines, and had chosen to stay away. He knew Rhiannon was among them, but he knew she could take care of herself. The body still hung in the cemetery, putrid and swollen. Soon he'd have to cut it down. He decided to head to town and see what action he could find. ( When First We Meet ) ( You Pick On Me, I pick On You, We Both Face Concequences ) ( A Fight For Dominance ) ( Enter Claire ) ( Headed Home, and A Talk ) Later on, Jo woke and groaned softly. She swung from the bed, crying out when her feet hit the ground. She hadn't felt it at the time, but Tristan had gotten in a shot to her knee. It was killing her now. She limped to the bathroom and got another dose of ibuprofen, double what Claire had given her. She took it and made her way back to the bed after reilieving herself of the alcohol she'd ingested earlier. God wa sshe hurting, it was nasty. Her upper lip was covered in dried blood and her eyes were deeply purple and badly swollen, to where she could hardly see. Her nose was swollen as well and very painful. The ribs were compaining too.. she figured they were cracked, at least. She crawled back into bed and half curled up, trying to go back to sleep. Nightmares plagued her, half memories of the fight, half the typical Slayer dreams that told of nastiness to come. Regardless, Jo was NOT a happy camper. reply

Playing Catch Up [09 Oct 2004|02:23pm] [ mood | worried ] I haven't really written in here much. Life is busy and full of surprises. Some bad, some good. I don't get much time to just sit and think about how I'm feeling but I suppose, a person's got to make time for themselves at one time or another. My life's work is going well, my clients are happy and happy clients are usually good because it means I'm happy in more ways than one. Still getting information off Greg about "Heaven's Peak" it would seem Miss Richards has eased off on her extra curricular activities aside from that demon she had visiting. Greg said something about some sort of deal being made but he was hazy on the details. Not like I expect anything from him, he doesn't like me and I sure as hell don't like him. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this but Daniel; he deserves some kind of justice doesn't he? I mean I'm no saint. I turn a blind eye to many things that happen on these streets and I walk away when I really should stay but some things strike a chord with me. And my client being stuffed into a trashcan is definitely one of them. From the looks of things, she and the creatures that lurk in the dark have some kind of business arrangement going on. Rhiannon tells me she's a Slayer, which is interesting as most Slayers I know fight the creatures that live in the shadows. This one plays nice and kills for them. Very interesting. The whole subway/earthquake incident is going through my mind. I'm trying to work out if I was ever scared or worried but it wouldn't seem so. I don't know how I knew but I knew it would all work out. It's always been my way, I don't let things get to me because if you react, the situation escalates. I guess, someone needed to keep a cool head as no-one else was. Everyone was bickering and crying, I've never seen so many people scared in such a small space before. Maybe it's a good thing I happened to take the subway that day? The situation back home is worrying me. I know how bad the wars can get and my mother is stuck in the middle of the two sides. Alberto better take care of her or I'm going back there to kick his ass. Still heard nothing but momma promised she'd call me so I'm giving her a week, if I hear nothing. I'm calling my contacts and I'm finding out what I can. If it's bad, I'm going back. I just hope I can get back out if I go back in but it's worth the risk. I need to trust in Lady Luck, she's always looked out for me one way or another.  Maybe it's time I paid the church a visit and prayed? I haven't done that in a very long time. reply

Mosaic [09 Oct 2004|05:32pm] In the early hours of morning, Rhiannon keyed into the back door of Unseen Insight. She'd just returned from Cottonwood Cove, bringing William home from the hospital, and had since taken enough time to shower and eat before leaving for the bookshop. She approached the counter and let her book bag slip carefully from her shoulders. Rhiannon reached down to press against the bandages beneath her tank top. Several of her ribs had been cracked in the battle the night before. Expecting to be alone, she was startled when she heard someone moving behind her. She darted a look over her shoulder and found Hayden there. "Oh...hey," she acknowledged, noting the stack of books he held in his arms. "Didn't see you when I came in." Hayden paused behind the Slayer, observing the gash in her lower lip and the way she was holding her side. "Yeah, I was just returning some books." He lifted his eyebrows. "Rough night?" Rhiannon gave him a wry look and reached for the texts he held. "You could say that. Have you heard from Kris?" She turned to slide the books onto the counter and sort through them. Hayden shook his head and slipped his hands in his front pockets. "No. Is everything okay?" He followed Rhiannon towards the counter. ( The Short Version ) ( The Deceiver ) Rhiannon moved her hands from her temples to the back of her neck. She gave Hayden a determined look. "Maybe I'll ask him." reply

Far From Home [09 Oct 2004|07:41pm] [ mood | weird ] The air outside of Searchlight felt strange. Thinner, somehow, as if the distance put between Emmeline and the small desert town had made it all the more easy to breathe again. It might have been comforting to some, but to Emmy herself it seemed foreign and uneasy. In a few short months, Searchlight and all its strange inhabitants had become her world. Being so far away, even in a place she had called once called home, was like visiting another planet. The shop looked strange. Once a warm, cozy haven for Emmy, it now resembled nothing more than a skeleton of its formal self. Everything was scavenged away, the counters and furniture immediately taken by the owners of the building. Crystal had only been leasing the space; she owned only the merchandise. It was all Emmy's now. A burly man in a grungy blue jumpsuit tapped her on the shoulder. "Lady, we only got a street address. Need a city for all this stuff so we can give you a shipping estimate. And who's signing for it?" "Hmm?" Emmy replied, blinking twice to bring her thoughts back to the duty at hand. "Oh, yes, of course. Searchlight, Nevada, care of Rhiannon Lee at Unseen Insight. Got all that?" He nodded, scribbling her words down on a packing slip attached to a battered clipboard. "Searchlight... Ree-ann-un... how do you spell that?" Emmy smiled. "R-h-i-a-n-n-o-n," she told him. "Surname, Lee. At..." "Yeah, Unseen Insight, got it. You want a COD or gonna cut a check here?" he replied. "I can write you a check after everything is loaded in your truck," Emmy told him. "Do you know how much longer you and your men will be? I have a few appointments this afternoon." He shrugged. "Half-hour, tops." Emmy nodded and watched them go about their work. One last stop at the hospital, and perhaps a trip to meet the young Dr. Reeves before she retired to her hotel. She could fly back home - because Searchlight, in spite of what she may have felt in the beginning, truly was home now - in the morning. reply

[09 Oct 2004|10:45pm] [ mood | curious ] ( settling in? ) reply

[09 Oct 2004|11:36pm] Stretched out on the living room floor, one of Dingoes Ate My Baby's songs played softly on the laptop as Dawn smirked, checking out website links. It was addicting, ever since the start of her comment war with Connor, she felt the need to top whatever weirdness she'd found for the day...if such was possible. The rest of the house was otherwise quiet, and while Dawn wondered as to where everyone else was she could certainly handle being alone. The turbaned towel was just sliding off her just-dried hair, and she finally gave up, yanking it off. Fortunately it had remained in place just long enough so that her freshly changed outfit wasn't soaked. Kicking the floor lightly with her bare feet, she looked over the next item on the list before deeming it 'web weirdness for the day' worthy. *And then... whammo. Like a bomb going off, the door opened and SLAMMED shut, as the carefree slayer Gwen comes striding in, clad in camo cutoff shorts, black, oversized combat boots, and a black tank top emblazoned with the Punisher skull. Her long, dirty-blonde hair swayed lightly, and she had a mischevious grin on her face. Walking in, she noticed Dawn sitting there, deciding to make the introduction* "Hey... aint you the hottie that was sleepin' in Andi's bed a few nights ago?" ( Dawn, meet Gwen: this is a little time-warped to before Dawn's moving out. ) Dawn tilted her head, thoughtful. "I don't know, but that's why I'm here to find out. That's my reason for being here, trying to find out more about this hotspot. It's not a Hellmouth and yet it's just as active, so..." She grinned sheepishly. "I'll stop before I bore you with nerd-speak, I just find it really fascinating." "Well... we're all here together. So, far as I'm concerned, you can count on me for help. I'm gonna go patrol the area. See if I cant find any shit to kill. Don't wait up." *Gwen gave a saucy wink, grabbed her sword, and pranced happily out the door* reply

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