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[19 Oct 2004|12:20am] |
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One, two, three and away we go.
I'm here. I'm back in the one place I've been running from for so many years. It hasn't changed much, people are still people and I still know how to talk to them and I still know how to work things. Everyone knows me here, I'm known as "Lucky Seven" mostly because of the ability I have with dice and my gambling skills in general. I made them and myself a lot of money back in the day when money and fame had meant everything to me. When family honor even if it was misplaced always came first, before everything. By family I mean "family" if you catch my drift?
It's time to hit the ground running. There's no time to rest, it's time to find my mother and Alberto in the process.
God help anyone whose laid a finger on her. These guns haven't killed anyone in the last four or five years but I'll quite willingly put a bullet between anyone's eyes if they hurt her. If Alberto didn't protect her, he's going to answer to me and I'll show him no mercy. Snap, crackle and pop. It's amazing how many sounds a body is capable of making if the right pressure is placed upon joints or limbs.
I'm the man to do it and I will. I made a promise, I'll do whatever it takes to get her back and if anyone gets in my way. They'll answer to these guns. I think it's simple enough for anyone to understand. I've spent a lot of time seeking redemption for the things I've done but redemption be damned, this is family, this is my blood. I would kill and die for family and I intend to do just that, if I have to.
Joseph Tropiano is back in town. You can run but you can't hide.
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[19 Oct 2004|03:34am] |
The hospital was a public place, so Tristan could waltz right in. He hesitated at the gift shop. Should he get her something? What the hell would he get? She didn't use the knife, and he knew she liked that. Flowers? He scrunched up his nose. Then he saw it out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed it and walked to the cashier. Normally he just took things, killed for them. But this wasn't the time nor the place. He handed the lady money without a word and tucked the little stuffed Count Dracula under his elbow.
For the last few hours, Rhiannon had been alone, Matthew and Kris having taken much-needed breaks from the hospital environment. She'd been lying in that bed for two days. The smallest movements of her stomach muscles were excruciating, but she'd insisted on climbing out of bed to change into her loose clothing, take brief trips to the bathroom, or walk down the hall a bit to stretch her legs. Still, the inactivity was maddening. With a sound of frustration, Rhiannon slid the covers aside and gingerly bent her knees upward. She leaned to the side to grab her sketchpad and a pencil from the rolling table. Balancing the pad on her knees, her right hand began to move over the paper. Her left arm curled across her waist.
Tristan had no need to ask which room Rhiannon was in. He could feel her. She pulled him along a taut string, so it only took moments before he darkened her door. He pulled the privacy curtain back from around her bed and held the stuffed Count up over his face. In a horrible accent, he shook the toy as if it was speaking. "Veeling better me pet?"
At the sound of footsteps, Rhiannon had looked up from her sketch, expecting Matthew had returned. She opened her mouth to scold him as the curtain was pulled back. "Matthew, I told you to --" With lips still parted, she froze mid-sentence. There could be no mistaking that voice, or the physique of the man who held it, face visible or not. An eyebrow lifted in astonishment. "...Tristan?"
( Invisible Strings )
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| A Relaxed Confusion |
[19 Oct 2004|12:09pm] |
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I've heard that Azazel is dead. Rhiannon was severly injured, but will be okay. I'm relieved. I wasn't asked to join the contigency this time. I'm bothered by that, and not sure what to think. On the other hand, it was the same night as my dinner with Hannah, and I have to say, I wouldn't have traded that for anything.
I like who I am when I'm with her. I'm relaxed, and the barriers seem to float away. I don't even mind that I lost some self control, with the wine and the food fight, and the kissing. I won't forget the kissing for a long time to come.
She is a bright ball of sunshine in this otherwise gloomy place.
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| Prepared |
[19 Oct 2004|04:22pm] |
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Apparently my slayer aided in Rhiannon's escape from the hospital. Can't say I blame either one of them. I'm preparing myself for an angry phone call from Matthew, however.
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| Break-Out |
[19 Oct 2004|06:49pm] |
Rhiannon flipped through the magazine for a fourth time, her fingers moving too quickly to even qualify it as 'browsing.' With a sigh, she closed the magazine and tossed it on the table. She lifted the heel of her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. "Christ, this is worse than the waiting room at DMV."
Kris trailed through the halls and winced at how squeaky her boots sounded against the ground. They didn't squeak anywhere else, just in this hospital. Did they put a special kind of wax on the floor or something? She shifted her shades to the top of her hair and pushed her dark hair away from her face as she turned the corner which led to Rhiannon's room. As she neared it, she lifted an eyebrow as she watched Rhiannon and she simply asked. "Bored?" She offered the other a teasing smile before she slipped into the room and grabbed herself a seat beside the bed.
Rhiannon moaned piteously. Placing her hands on the side rail, she turned her body towards Kris and peered at her through the slats like a prisoner. "I need a Get Out of Jail Free card. I swear my IQ's dropping a point every fifteen minutes." She pushed her hair behind one ear. "The doctor keeps talking about letting me out Friday. He's lucky I haven't used my bed sheets as a noose yet."
"Friday?" Kris asked, her eyebrow lifting as she spoke. She tipped her head to one side. "A Get Out Of Jail Free card.." She seemed to be thinking about something and her eyes looked back to the door and she gave a passing nurse a sweet, very innocent smile. "Can you walk?" She asked Rhiannon. That sweet, innocent expression gone from her face and a mischievious glint shone in both of her eyes.
( Escape Artists )
Rhiannon opened the door and dropped her bag on the pavement before climbing out. With her hand on the roof, she leaned down a bit. "You know it. Bye, Kris." She closed the door and reached for her bag before making her way up the sidewalk.
Kris nodded her head before she patted the passenger seat and Eddy jumped on through to settle down. She turned the radio back up before she drew away and headed for home.
( Voicemail for Matthew )
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| Absence |
[19 Oct 2004|06:58pm] |
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Just taking a small break from the hospital.
Rhiannon's looking better and those walls were beginning to get to me. Like Matthew said, they're just too white. It's good to be home and especially nice to wash all the dirt, blood and grime away. The big bad is finally gone and it's over for now. A breather is always nice. We all got hurt but none of us got killed, I would say that this is a good thing. Wouldn't you?
I wonder if Hayden wants to come out with me to hunt one of these nights? Hm, whilst I'm thinking of it.
( Voicemail for Hayden )
Ever since we killed Azazel, my dreams have been better. They're not as horrible as they were.
Things seem to be okay but I can't help but wait for the next thing to happen. Call me paranoid if you want, I just prefer to be ready than not ready at all. I think I'm going to give the people back home a call, check in with them and see what's happening. Hopefully it'll be good news, I don't think I'm ready for anymore bad news.
Hm, on a totally random note. Have I ever mentioned how much I love chocolate mousse?
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| Ding Dong, The Demon Is Dead |
[19 Oct 2004|07:12pm] |
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Azazel is dead.
At last, this town and its people are free of his influence. Unfortunately a lot of people were hurt in the process. My Slayer was one of them but no-one was killed which if I am going to be totally honest was one of my fears. I feared it from the moment I set foot in William's house and I feared it until the end of the battle but I fought anyways because I believed in what we were doing out there. You have nothing to fear but fear itself. A very good quote to remember when your heart is beating so loud, you can't hear your own thoughts or when adrenaline is pumping through your veins at the rate of knots.
The battle was intense and very confusing. They swarmed from every side and their only intent was to kill us but we fought them back and we ended Azazel's life. For now, good has won. We have won one battle but we have not yet won the war. The war continues to rage on, there will always be a war. Where there is light, there will always be darkness and where there is darkness, there will always be light. The two sides are drawn to one another like a magnet, they repell one another and yet are drawn to the opposing side like a moth is to a flame.
It's funny how these things work.
For now I need to rest. I've spent the last few days in the hospital, in those very uncomfortable plastic seats so my bed is looking pretty good right about now. I'll check on Rhiannon later before my night shift at work begins.
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| Looking Back |
[19 Oct 2004|07:31pm] |
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Had quite the interesting visitor just the other day.
A tall handsome man who goes by the name of Jason Toren he seems to be a Lawyer of some sort and works for a Wolfram and Hart. He offered me a very tantalising business opportunity when we met. I really should call him back to discuss the arrangement. He seemed very sure of himself and at several points during our conversation. His eyes roamed over me and he did it with expert skill. I can tell he's used to getting his way especially with women, this should be fun.
He told me, his firm has taken an avid interest in the little town of Searchlight. And he approached me due to my interest in it, not to mention all my connections. It would seem, his firm wishes to set up shop and I can't say I'm totally against making "new friends" It's always good to have friends, to have people there to take the fall help you when you need help.
( Voicemail for Jason )
( Email to Tristan )
I need to finish supervising the workmen who are fixing up my club after the little incident a few days ago. I need to chase up my sources, to see if they can find names to the faces which are branded in my mind.
The club should be open for business very soon. I do love when things come together.
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| Homecoming |
[19 Oct 2004|08:22pm] |
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Aidan crept quietly through the house. It was dark and there were no sounds emanating from anywhere within; Emmy was either out or asleep, and if she was sleeping, he didn't want to disturb her.
Directly following one of the most physically exhausting events of his life, he had driven to Las Vegas to experience one of the most emotionally exhausting. It was just too much.
Climbing up the back stairs, he made his way to his bedroom and ignored the annoyed mew from Sam when he swept the tubby feline off of his pillow and fell onto his bed.
Pausing a moment, before letting himself drift into sleep, he made a quick phone call with his cell. The other end was picked up immediately by voicemail, so he left a message;
( Voicemail For Rhiannon )
Turning off his phone, he turned his face into his pillow and tried to sleep.
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| Doing What He Does Best |
[19 Oct 2004|09:16pm] |
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------ Non Journal Entry -------
He had been chasing this man for five hours now. His skin was soaked with sweat, his heart was thudding in his head and his entire body felt like it was on fire. His guns were tightly gripped in his hands and the muzzles still burnt bright red from the previous rounds he had fired off a few moments before. Joseph cursed faintly as a shot hit the side of the car he had taken cover behind. Blood ran from a cut to his temple and from a deep gash that stretched from the top of his collarbone to the centre of his chest.
The man had been hiding a butterfly knife on his person and when Joseph had turned his eyes away for a second, the other had cut him up. Which had resulted in him, having a bullet lodged in his shoulder as he had turned to run away, Joseph didn’t appreciate it when people cut him. This altercation had been a while ago and neither man had given up. Joseph wanted information and this man had it, he was going to get it one way or another.
He spat out the hard, flavourless gum to the ground as he disengaged his empty clips from his guns and he slipped a new one into each gun before he locked them into place. The clicks echoed in the night and Joseph’s head snapped to the side as something in the shadows moved. His right arm raised and in turn, the gun was levelled at the shadows and with one squeeze of the trigger, a bullet was forced from its chamber. The blast was loud and very definite but the cry of pain that followed beat it in terms of volume.
" Bingo." Joseph muttered before he shifted from around the car, he kept low as a twinge in his stomach advised him against standing up. And it would seem, this feeling was proven right, yet again as three shots, one after another impacted on the car and shattered its windows. Joseph cracked his neck before he sprung from where he was crouched.
His entire body twisted and both arms lifted before two consecutive shots were fired off. As Joseph landed and rolled. The bullets hit and the man cried in pain before he cursed Joseph in various tongues. Joseph simply lifted himself to his feet and walked to where the man lay, one booted foot went over the man’s hand and pressed until the man had no other choice but to let go of the gun. The other foot then lifted to press down against the man’s forehead and Joseph leaned down. His silver cross hung from his neck and swayed in the air as Joseph observed the man beneath his foot.
One gun lifted and tipped forward until the still hot muzzle pressed against the other’s forehead right alongside his boot." You have information I want and I have your life. I’d say we have a fair trade, wouldn’t you?" The man simply spat out a few crude words and Joseph shook his head.” Wrong answer.” He moved his gun to the man’s shoulder and fired off a single shot. The man writhed on the ground and Joseph simply eyed the blood as it trickled into cracks and found a smooth surface to slide across.
" You ready to talk?" Joseph asked in a weary, almost bored tone. His head turned back to the man’s face and he arched an eyebrow. The man merely nodded his own head before he started to talk quietly. Joseph leaned in and he caught every word but what he heard didn’t sit very well and a very dark expression flickered across Joseph’s handsome features. Joseph pulled his foot back and he turned to walk away but the man muttered something, something under his breath about Joseph and about his mother, which caused Joseph to pause.
Joseph's head turned and his eyes ran over the other before he simply lifted one of his guns and fired off a round. It hit the man straight between the eyes. The same eyes that had widened in shock at the sudden attack now slid shut as the former informant fell back against the ground, his own blood making him a makeshift carpet against the dirt ridden ground.
Joseph didn’t look back even as he left bloody footprints on the dark street
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