| Soothing The Wild Beast |
[14 Oct 2004|01:23am] |
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The sun beat down over his skin as he moved his body across the sand. His t-shirt had been discarded to the side, leaving Devon in a dark pair of jeans and little else. His dark hair clung to his face as sweat trickled over his skin. The muscles tensed all over his body as his arms and hands cut through the air.
His eyes were focused on no clear destination, he wasn’t even there. He was in a strange meditative state. His only thoughts and his only actions were that of moving his body and exercising his muscles. He didn’t even see the people who had stopped to stare or to sneer.
As his body turned, the one necklace still around his neck swung around with his body and came to lie across one very tense bicep. The pendant glinted in the hot mid afternoon sun but had hardly any time to settle before Devon turned his body once more, cutting through the air as his entire body moved fluidly as one.
The beast was quiet as he did this exercise, it didn’t even make one sound in the back of his mind as he heard his own heart thudding in his head. It didn’t even stir as Devon caught the scent of blood from where a stone had cut open his foot.
He ignored the brief flash of pain and he simply lost himself to the motions.
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| Now Arriving in Searchlight |
[14 Oct 2004|08:13am] |
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When he had left Las Vegas and just started driving...it had seemed a very good idea. Do a show, then go see a show...get some money and then get back on the road. The brunette banged his head against his headrest and swore in French as he passed a sign so grumpily declaring that he had made his way into... Searchlight. Searchlight....what kind a name was that anyhow? Sunnydale was bad enough, but he avoided hellmouths so he never ventured there during his time in the States, but Searchlight? Stopping the black camero and putting it in reverse, he looked behind him to make sure no cars were coming before backing up slowly. No, he had seen right...the name of the city was Searchlight. And his conclusion that the person who had created the club must've been on crack...was reassured
( Emerian Rowe stayed there, flashing his hazard light and slipping out of the car... )
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| Viva Las Vegas |
[14 Oct 2004|01:04pm] |
Jason Toren awoke late on his first day in Las Vegas. He had gotten in the night before, and had found his room at one of Donald Trump's hotels waiting for him. In his time with the New York branch of Wolfram & Hart, he had worked with Trump and many of New York's other high rollers, and he found their style admirable. Say what you want about demons, but some of them have great taste.
He stretched out under the silk sheets, feeling the smooth fabric against his bare skin, but it was time to get up, and he had luxuriated enough. He rolled out of bed, and took a quick cold shower to shake away any of the remaining cobwebs. After drying himself off and shaving, he dressed in his normal clothes: expensive Italian suit, Gucci loafers, and a silk tie of the darkest black you have ever seen. He checked himself out in the mirror, smiled, grabbed his briefcase, and headed out.
He had the room in the casino/hotel until he found more permanent quarters here in Vegas. His transfer didn't make him a part of the Vegas office, but as an independent operator. He'd find a condo, and happily set up a small office here. And maybe another one in this flyspeck town he had to look into.
As he headed out of the hotel, Jason looked into the casino. He was tempted to plan an afternoon hand of poker or two, but figured he should get going. Searchlight awaited, and he had a lot of people to meet.
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| Of Drinking And the Dreams |
[14 Oct 2004|09:59pm] |
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Of these two things... It does tire me.
In Russia, yes, there were the dreams, but not so much like they are here. Here they are... Like shadow... Like death made more real.
I am thinking I will have to be like a horse and run past the people who walk like they have a plague. I miss drinks too much. At least if you have nightmare from that, then you have the good time before it while still being awake, yes?
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