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Moving, Planning, Loving [12 Oct 2004|12:42am] [ mood | satisfied ] Claire backed the truck up into the parking lot with the bed facing the back of the bar, and the entrance to her new home. She was very excited. She'd be living with her two favorite people in the entire world! Hopefully Jo got better soon. Claire had a seething anger for the vampire that had hurt her best friend. As soon as Jo was feeling better, she planned on asking her to team up for a hunting expedition. That was one vampire that needed eliminated with no mercy. Jo waited on the landing, leaning against the rail with her weight on her good leg. She watched as Nyx moved stuff around, carrying it down the stairs like a good man ought to. She smiled to herself, her eyes already less swollen, and her nose feeling a little better. Nyx grumbled softly to himself as he hauled items down for Claire to load into the truck, feeling bad for Jo being hurt so that she couldn't really help. "Remind me to buy Andi a beer for lending us the truck." Claire smiled at Nyx and then sidled up beside Jo. "Can I get you anything? Maybe a director's chair or something?" She hated seeing her friend like this. She had first hand knowledge of what it was like to be laid up. It sucked royally. ( Packing Up ) ( Discussion Of Retribution ) ( Unpacking And A Discovery ) ( Playing With The Discovery (NC-17 for sexual content) ) reply

An Open Book [12 Oct 2004|01:30am] The harsh light of the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the streets surrounding the bookstore. Rhiannon stood within the shadows cast by the building, her shoulder blades resting against the brick. One hand was placed within the pockets of her low-slung jeans, and in the other, she held a lit clove. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head, and a pair of sunglasses covered her eyes. The corner of her mouth was swollen from sparring with Tristan the night before, and a slight redness showed on her throat. If one looked closely, the bandages around her broken ribs could be seen outlined through her black tank top. She stared down at the toes of her boots, side by side on the pavement. Tyler had been coming up to the bookstore, intent on finding out some more information about a few individuals if possible. The bookstore seemed like a much better place to start than the town library. If there even was a town library. Has he approached, he saw a familiar face leaning against he building. She looked like hell, too. Regardless, he approached her, forcing a half-smile, though he didn't feel like it at the time. "Hey," he said, feeling glad to see her. Rhiannon looked up from her shoes to find the voice. Her eyes registered a bit of surprise at the sight of Tyler, and she smiled. "Hey, there...." She watched him approach, and as he came to a halt before her, she lifted an amused eyebrow. "What, no battle-cry entry?" The clove was lifted to her lips. A grin widened across Tyler's face, as even he could appreciate the humor in that one. "I'm saving it for my good bye exit." he replied. Even beat up as she was, she still retained a certain glow about her that Tyler just liked. It was as if her personality radiated from around her, making him comfortable. That was a feeling Searchlight didn't offer too often. "What did I say about smoking? " he queried with a lifted eyebrow, crossing his arms across his black shirt. It was clear he was returning the teasing. "It'll keep me pretty?" she offered, turning to blow the smoke in the opposite direction. She crossed her ankles and resettled her bare shoulders against the wall. Her fingers flicked the end of the cigarette, sending a cluster of ashes to the ground. Tired, or just emotionally drained, Tyler needed to lean up against something, so he chose the wall next to the slayer. "Exactly. Doing a hell of a job so far," he commented, after hearing what she said. He chuckled softly to himself, his grin never disappearing. "Just stepping outside of somewhere for a smoke?" Tyler asked her. Her mouth lifted in a half-smile and she shook her head, looking down at her cigarette and back up at him. "You just flirt so I won't beat you up. Nice strategy," she teased. Her left hand lifted from her pocket and tapped against the wall behind her. "I work here." Grabbing at his chest where his heart would be, Tyler faked an injured look. "Flirt? " He said the word as though he was shocked that she would even suggest it. "I think you misunderstand me." His teeth flashed from under his smile, but only for a moment. He looked at her more seriously when she tapped the building, but not too much more seriously. "The slayer works at a bookstore by day? Sounds like someone has Clark Kent Syndrome, if you ask me," he commented. Seemed like slayers worked everywhere around here. Maybe his next confession would be to the catholic slayer priest or something. Eeesh. “Yeah, well... the vampires don't pay me to stake them. Though that'd be a neat change of pace." Rhiannon tossed her cigarette on the ground just in front of Tyler's shoes, just to spite him. She pushed herself away from the wall and extended a boot to crush it, eyes on his, with a barely suppressed smirk making its way to the surface. "Coming in?" ( Know Your Enemy ) ( The Shit List ) "You too, Rhiannon. And I will stop by sometime. So we can go hunting together," Ty said. Eeeesh. He turned and headed for the door, to let the girl get to work. "By the way, thanks for the info. Tell your boss I will be in to see her sometime when it is most convenient for her." he added, and then turned to walk out the door. reply

date? [12 Oct 2004|01:40am] [ mood | ecstatic ] ( waking up from nightmares ) ( is this a date? ) ( shrunken head ) ( one more gift ) reply

An Afternoon at the Park [12 Oct 2004|02:05am] [ mood | distressed ] Thinking an afternoon of walking and enjoying nature would be a relaxing way to spend the rest of his day, Oz headed out of his hotel room, double checking the locks. The last time he didn't bother to check them, someone broke in. He hadn't left anything for them to steal, but they did take the sheets and blanket from the bed. The hotel replaced those. Oz didn't bother to worry about thieves. He rarely left anything important behind when he went out. He ignored the screaming from his neighbors and the banging of a hammer someone was using to repair some of the damage from the quake, he walked out to the street. Had he known what was in store for him, he would have put more thought into adding a couple of items to his person. Like clothes and weapons. He headed for the park. ( Meeting Hannah ) ( Beware of friendly strangers with scary eyes ) ( Unusual Talents ) ( Life and Death ) ( Lack of clothing and...proper introductions? ) reply

[12 Oct 2004|06:03pm] [ mood | intent ] ( Making An Appearance ) ( Play It Again, Sam ) ( And In Other News ) ( Just Talking ) ( A Moment and A Meeting ) I'm surrounded by sweet guys. I feel so much better than I have been.. this is ok. Now I just have to figure out who that vampire is, and nail him to the wall. reply

Family Ties [12 Oct 2004|06:05pm] [ mood | cynical ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Joseph hadn't moved from his apartment in days, he hadn't slept and he hadn't eaten. His eyes had been locked on his phone for the entire time, why wasn't it ringing? Momma would ring, he knew she would. But what would he do if something had happened to her? The cold sensation that spread through his limbs answered his question well enough. He had already lost his father to that life, he didn't want to lose his mother as well. He let out an aggravated breath as he got to his feet and paced his apartment once more. His shirt and tank top lay discarded on his bed and his necklaces hung down around his bare chest. His jeans had slipped to his hips and each bone peeked out from the top. A few cigarette burns littered his fingers from the many cigarettes he had allowed to burn all the way down. Rings as always decorated his fingers. Rings he played with as he continued to pace. His dark hair was drawn back into a ponytail but a few strands had escaped the brown band and now draped across his eyes. Finally Joseph snatched up his phone and dialled another number. For a person he wanted and needed to say. He waited for the beep and spoke." Hey Rhiannon. It's Joseph, I really want ...." He paused for a moment and exhaled a shaky breath." Scratch that, I need to see you. I miss you and to be perfectly honest, I'm sort of freaking out..anyways, hope you're okay." He sighed once more before he flipped the phone shut and tossed it onto the nearest chair. Joseph leaned back against the nearby wall and slowly sunk to the floor. His dark eyes then lifted to rest on that phone once more. Just ring already. reply

[12 Oct 2004|06:35pm] I had called Gwen last night; I wanted to get, well, an escort back to my old hotel. It wasn't really a matter of fear so much as...okay, so I didn't want to get killed. Is there anything wrong with that? So she got here, (on this motorcycle, which was quite an entrance), and proceded to tell me that all this time I was holed up, I could have made my way back home by myself without incident. Well, whatever. I was planning on getting together with Gwen again anyway. Speaking of, she filled me in on her little extended leave of absence. Turns out she had to go through some deal with her ex... ( Nighttime Confessional ) reply

[12 Oct 2004|10:50pm] Andi had just gotten out of the shower after a shift at the shop. She'd been working on Matthew's bike for a few days now and it was really frustrating her. She got it all apart and there didn't really seem to be a reason for the problem. She tied her robe shut and exited the upstairs bathroom, intent on going downstairs to study those demonology texts Mich had given her. Dawn was sprawled out on the floor, kicking it absently with her bare feet while typing away at her laptop. Since she was going to try sleeping again soon, casual was the way to go; white tank top and white pajama pants with black skulls and crossbones on them. A small smirk lingered on her lips as she tossed in tonight's selection of weird web sites, contributing to the email war with Connor as best she could. A window blinked for her attention and Dawn temporarily deviated from that, noticing the demonology website she was directed to finally loaded. Yay. ( Andi and Dawn talk. This takes place before Dawn moves out. ) Dawn followed her gaze, frowning as well. She took the scrap of paper and nodded, making a mental note to do so. "And I need to try this thing called sleep, I heard it's good for you..." "Yeah, it really is." Andi chuckled softly, getting herself up off the floor and moving towards the stairs. "I'll be around, just give me a holler if you need anything.. sleep well." She smiled again before heading downstairs to the books her cousin had loaned her. reply

... [12 Oct 2004|10:56pm] [ mood | giddy ] [ music | Bif Naked-Lucky ] Wonderful title, isn't it? Though I'm not sure I have one that could do yesterday justice. It's strange how the day ended so completely different from what I was expecting. Actually, I wasn't holding any expectations on it, since I'd forgotten about my birthday entirely. It's just...weird to celebrate it, knowing what I do about myself. //firewall, except to people who already know//And that if you get technical, it's really only my eighth. Yeah, I've been incarnate and all human-like for eight years. Of course, it still doesn't seem that way to me so it makes my head spin.//end firewall// It took Connor of all people to remind me of it, which shocked me all to hell since I didn't know he'd even bothered to find out. Not that I'm complaining...hardly, since he was such a sweetheart. Of course I loved both those presents, though honestly the best part was just spending the day with him. I appreciated that anyway, though even more so since I know that couldn't have been easy for him on foot. Oh sure, he'll brush it off but I know better. And yes, I also know those comments likely cost him severe amounts of badass points, but it probably won't be the only time. Live with it. So if I seem unusually hyper for a while, that's part of why. That snogging on the bench in Vegas being responsible for the rest. We probably drove away everyone else from that area, but do I care? No. Busy with the sweetest (not to mention dead sexy) guy in the universe. Go away. That, and due to things that didn't get said due to lack of oxygen but no time like the present to fix that. I'm laying claim, deal with it. Like I didn't make that obvious the night before, but....well, yeah. Just did again. ...no, this so isn't how I was expecting things to be when I first arrived here. I figured I'd have housing in Las Vegas, make day trips here to do thesis-stuff and be a T.A. I knew Connor was here but other than knowing -of- him that was pretty much it. It's weird to think about how much expectation and reality didn't measure up to each other. But a good weird. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now excuse me, I need to find out where that human pillow went. //firewalled from everyone// I love my sister more than anything, but I hope to the PTB that her relationship issues don't pass on to me. Maybe that's why I've shied away from all that until now. Well, for the most part. Dates here and there that don't count as real relationships. But I had my studies, no time for a social life and besides....I saw what happened to Buffy at the end of each of hers. No thanks, I'll pass. But...something about Connor makes me want to risk it anyway. Besides, who can pass up an adorable smile like that? //end firewall// reply

[12 Oct 2004|11:25pm] ( An interesting night... ) reply

Straight To You [12 Oct 2004|11:35pm] Rhiannon slid a boxcutter through the packaging tape before pulling the flaps of the box open. Inside, Emmeline had carefully wrapped merchandise from a closing bookstore in her hometown. Rhiannon closed the boxcutter and held it between her teeth, then pulled the first item from the box and began to unroll the bubble sheet. Aidan pushed the door to the store open with his elbow, his cat sleeping atop a heavy cardboard box full of small, breakable glassware that Emmy had been to leery to ship and had taken on the plane with her from Chicago. Sam had been at his side nonstop since Emmy's spell, as if guilty for having been avoiding Aidan while he was possessed. Aidan spotted Rhiannon going through some boxes as he stepped in the door, and gave her a slight nod in greeting. "Hey," he called simply. ( Better Left With You ) After the long day at the bookstore, Rhiannon stopped by her apartment to grab a few extra weapons and head out for an early patrol. On her way out the door, the flashing light on the answering machine caught her eye. She reached out and pressed the button, leaning down to secure the weapons on her legs. But as soon as she heard Joseph's phone message, Rhiannon knew something was wrong. 'Freaking out'? Joseph never freaked out, and the only thing that came to mind was the recent news from his mother. Patrol immediately forgotten, she headed for her car and took the long road to Las Vegas. ( The Waiting Game ) reply

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