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Company [23 Oct 2004|12:28am] Kris paused as she came to a stop in front of Hayden's door. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was dressed in a pair of casual blue jeans, a black tanktop and a denim jacket. Her sword was sheathed on her back and her knives littered her belt. Her stakes were stowed away in the jacket's pockets. She had walked all the way to Hayden's home, she figured it would be good for her to warm up before the main hunt took place. She pressed the tip of her index finger over the door bell before she glanced around herself as she waited for Hayden to open the door. Maybe she should have called first? Hayden looked up at the sound of the bell. Tucking his hair behind his ears, he stood up from the couch and dropped his notebook onto the table. He headed down the stairs towards the door, dressed in his faded jeans and a loose-fitting, navy blue hoodie. He pulled open the door and smiled at the sight of his girlfriend, one hand lifting to the back of his head. "Hey, it's good to see you." Kris smiled as Hayden opened the door. "Good to see you too." She affirmed before she stood up on her tip toes to brush a light kiss over his lips. She drew back just a little and asked with a slight glint in her eyes. "Want to come hunting?" Her smile turned into a small grin. He lifted his eyebrows and the smile widened. He leaned out the door a bit and glanced towards the west, confirming that the sun had just dipped beneath the horizon. "You don't miss a beat, do you? Come on, I'll get my stuff." Hayden held the door open wide. ( On Her Mind ) ( To the Streets ) reply

[23 Oct 2004|12:31am] [ mood | sad ] [ music | Bleeding Through - "Love Lost In A Hail of Gunfire" ] ( The Sound... of Violence ) reply

[23 Oct 2004|12:46am] [ mood | rushed ] Alright, I'm alive, home is getting there.  Bed and all amenities aside.  Matt's moved in, seems to like the place.  Gonna go get food, haven't eaten in a while. ( And Corpses! ) Wow...that about covers that.  She's interesting to say the least.  She seems to be very honest with those around her, not one to just let things be onesided in any situation.  She has a kind heart, that's for sure. reply

Bring out the Gimp [23 Oct 2004|01:16am] Rhiannon pushed open the door of the diner with one hand, the long sleeve of her black sweatshirt covering her fingers. It was empty this late at night, which suited her fine. She wanted to be alone, wanted to prolong seeing the people who'd fought against Azazel with her. It was an effort to pretend her insides didn't ache, that everything was fine. Her stomach ached from over-working the muscles. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in the last booth with a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes, which is exactly what she did. Jon spent far too long at the hospital for his check-up. He'd spent weeks barely wandering from the main office at the Kay to the various rooms, always in daylight. His movements were hampered by the cane. Avoiding this appointment had become an art form but he finally caved. He walked as quickly as he could, the night holding terrors he'd rather not face again. Blonde ones. With teeth. He hobbled with all speed past the alley beside the diner, glancing inside to see the girl he'd met once before, sitting alone in a booth. Against his better judgement, Jon stopped, turned and entered. ( Things that go bump in the night ) Rhiannon lifted her eyes to his. "Good," she said quietly. "You shouldn't be. I'm as human as you are. There's just a toy surprise inside the box." She didn't comment about her Watcher. Matthew was new in her life, and their relationship was just beginning. He'd find out soon enough, and either deal with it or attempt to behead her to save trouble. "Cracker Jack, huh?" Jon drained the last of the coffee from his cup. "Well CJ, you wanna walk a gimp home and save him from the bumps in the night?" Rhiannon smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah, I could do that." She reached for her wallet and dropped some cash on the table, then slid from the booth to stand beside him. "C'mon, Gimpy. Let's cheat death one more time." reply

group social scene [23 Oct 2004|01:38am] [ mood | weird ] Connor headed back up to his, Dawn's, and Illyria's place, a bag of rented movies in his hand. He glanced over his shoulder at Nyx. "We'll have a phone soon." he said, "How's the loft?" Nyx trailed along with Connor and shrugged. "The loft is fine, things have been a little rough with Jo a little slower than usual." His mouth twitched into a slight smile as they came up to the place the other man shared. "Well, this is it. Dawn's kinda hurt so," he raised the movies. "Entertainment. Don't mind the ghosts." he half-joked, opening the door and walking in. "Dawn?" he called. Finally roused from the deep medicated sleep that lasted quite a while, Dawn took advantage of the quiet and slipped into something besides that nightgown. Stepping around the bloodstained clothing from the other night, she pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, not bothering with more fashionable attire since she wasn't going anywhere. Running a comb through her hair, she frowned, moving the shirt aside enough to inspect the bandaged shoulder and stitched/bandaged side. Ouch. At hearing Connor's voice, she ceased inspecting herself and called out from their bedroom. "Be out in a minute!" At least she sounded a good deal more coherent than before. Nyx gave Connor's back a strange look and followed him inside. He heard a car though and turned to see Michie pulling up in the Impala with someone else in the passenger seat. Huh. He waited there to see if they were coming here. Connor heard Dawn and peeked back outside, also hearing the car, and he waited, wondering who was here. Mich parked and got out of the car, seeing the two men hanging out in the doorway. She wavedm heading up the walk at a slow pace, sort of waiting for Gwen. Gwen walked at a lax pace behind Mich, wearing leather pants, clunky combat boots, and a beat-up Boba Fett t-shirt, a leather choker around her neck. "So.. whats going on again?" Connor knew Gwen, and gave a wave. "Hi," he said, leaning in the doorframe. ( movies, nerves, weirdness ) reply

after the movies [23 Oct 2004|01:51am] [ mood | loved ] [ music | wussypuff, by Dynamite Hack ] As soon as everyone had been effectively kicked out after the movies, Dawn closed the door and fixed her stare on Connor as she leaned against it. "Okay, out with it." Connor inwardly winced. Damnit. That was fast.. "Out with what?" he asked, moving out of her view to go stack the movies by the television, and gather empty pop cans, and the popcorn bowl... Dawn fell silent, just keeping that eyebrow raised as she crossed her arm and....stared at him. Dun dun dun. Connor felt her gaze following him around. "What?!" he asked, rabbit in the headlights for a moment. "I'm fine. Really. It's nothing. Shouldn't you be due for some pain meds about now and be heading to bed?" he asked weakly, ducking into the kitchen to put the stuff away. Dawn shook her head, pushing herself away from the door as she strode over to the kitchen, letting him feel her gaze whether he like it or not. Connor squirmed as he kept glancing at her over his shoulder. "Dawn..." he said, hating how his voice sounded. Like he was pleading. Maybe he was. He stuck the bowl in the sink, and tossed the cans, then drew a glass of water, setting it on the counter. He went in search of her pills. Damnit, they were around here somewhere. She was still staring. "It's nothing?" he suggested again, chancing a glance her way. ( what you say? ) ( hold still ) ( no uncertain terms ) reply

Doing What He Must [23 Oct 2004|05:15pm] [ mood | predatory ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Joseph's eyes were shut and his hands were closed around his cross. His body was hunched over on the bed and his mouth moved in a quiet, whispered prayer. He knew what he had to do and he would do it. He would do it for her and then he would leave and he would take her with him or send her to a safe place. After a few more sentences of spoken prayer, his eyes snapped open and Joseph moved away from the bed. His hands captured the holster holding his two guns and that same holster went around his shoulders and he locked it into place. He scooped up his leather jacket before that went over his holster and black shirt. His jeans hung loose around his hips and fell in folds over his dark boots. His ringed fingers slid a belt through the loops and finally he secured the belt into place. He drummed his index finger against the silver buckle for a few moments. He didn't have that many second thoughts about what he was going to do. They weren't nice people and deserved everything they got. He picked up his wallet and slipped it into the back pocket of his jeans before he raked a hand through his dark hair. His thoughts went to Rhiannon and his eyes dropped to the ring on his thumb. He had promised to be safe and he would do what he could but sometimes safe wasn't the right way to go. He raised his thumb to his lips and briefly kissed the silver that rested against his skin. He smirked as his eyes came to rest on his Stetson, he hadn't worn it in a while but tonight seemed like a good night for it. His right hand grabbed the top before he flipped it through the air to rest against the top of his head, the brim tilted down across his eyes. Without a single look back, Joseph moved out of his motel room and he walked towards the car that waited for him. He glanced up only once and that was when Alberto looked his way, a smirk resided on his face and sooner or later. Joseph would wipe the smirk from his face. As the door to the black car opened, Joseph slipped inside and he made himself comfortable against the leather interior. ( Ready? ) ( One Down, Only One To Go ) Joseph pulled open the door and he slipped into the driver's seat before he reversed rather quickly. The car spun slightly before he managed to right it and he shifted the gears before he accelerated away. His next stop was Alberto's and then it was to get out of this place. He continued to drive through the alleys and roads until he drew the car to a stop. He needed to catch his breath, he needed to slow everything down. He rested his forehead down against the steering wheel and he took in very deep gulping breaths. He let silence fall over the car and over himself. As he did, his eyebrow twitched as he heard something beeping. Very slowly, he sat up and glanced around the car. He shifted slowly before he peered beneath the steering wheel and as he did, his eyes widened. His gaze now rested on a very live and ticking bomb. A bomb with a timer that had five seconds left." Shit." He muttered quickly before he yanked open the door and sprung out of the car. The timer counted down from five to one before the explosion ripped through the still night. reply

Quality Time [23 Oct 2004|09:26pm] [ mood | rejuvenated ] Matthew was aware it was early but he had just finished a six hour night shift at the bar and by the time he had gotten back to Searchlight. Rhiannon had been on his mind. He drew the truck to a stop outside of her home and he made a mental note to check on his bike at some point. Whilst he appreciated the use of Jo's truck, he missed his bike. He leaned across the seat and snatched up the bag of doughnuts and coffee he had bought earlier on. Matthew slipped out of the truck and shut the door behind him before he walked to where Rhiannon's door was. He raised a hand to knock lightly against the door. He hoped his black t-shirt and blue jeans didn't smell too much like the bar, he hadn't bothered to go home and get changed. The knock came as Rhiannon was finishing a set of push-ups in the middle of the living room.  She glanced up at the door in curiosity before pushing herself to her feet.  It was early, but that didn't matter--  She hadn't been to sleep the night before.  She was dressed in a pair of cotton pants tied low around her hips and a cut-off tank top.  As she moved towards the door, she reached up to tighten the knot of hair on top of her head.  Rhiannon pulled the door open a crack, squinting against the bright light that slanted through.  "Matthew, hey." " Hey." Matthew commented before he simply held up the doughnuts and coffee." I thought you might appreciate breakfast." He tipped his head to one side and eyed her. He noted the sheen of sweat on her forehead and he arched an eyebrow. Obviously she hadn't been taking it easy. But then again, he was known for disobeying doctors orders so who was he to talk about that sort of thing? "Oh yeah?" she asked, placing one hand on the back of her hip.  A bare foot rested on top of the other.  "I don't know if I can handle the donut, but the coffee smells great.  Come in."  Rhiannon stepped back to allow him room to pass through before closing the door behind him.  Her free hand lifted to brush a bit of fallen hair behind her ear. Matthew smirked slowly." Best kind of food I can get at this time. I usually eat them after a long night shift at the bar." He turned to face her before he rested the doughnuts and coffee on the nearby table." I'll be pretty fat if I keep it up." He ran his eyes over her. Noting the changes in the colour of her aura." How are you?" ( Dying For A Workout ) ( Let The Sparring Begin ) ( A Little Slice Of Teaching ) ( Do Me A Favour? ) She laughed and looked up to meet his eyes.  "No worries, I've been there myself."  She lifted the slip of paper between two fingers.  "I'll call you if I decide to go out.  Thanks for coming." " No worries." Matthew answered with an easy smile before he slipped his shoes back on and he tied up the laces." I'll probably be dropping in a lot more often and you're welcome around mine at any time." He glanced up at her and really looked at her." It's been good seeing you." With that said, he wandered over towards the door. Pulling the truck keys from his pocket. "Thanks for the open invite," Rhiannon said, watching him head for the door.  She lifted a hand to the back of her hair and played with a few strands.  "See you around." Matthew nodded his head." See you soon." He flipped the keys in his hand before he pulled open the door and he vanished outside. reply

The Saddle [23 Oct 2004|10:22pm] Rhiannon gasped sharply as she woke from the nightmare, sitting upright so quickly that pain shot across her abdomen. A hand went to her waist, rubbing lightly over the ache as she fought for breath. After sparring with Matthew, she'd read for most of the day. Finally, she'd downed a handful of sleeping pills just to get some rest, but her sleep was fitful, constantly interrupted by strange dreams. A side effect of the pills, maybe, or that feeling of hanging on the edge of wakefulness but unable to open her eyes. "Shit," she whispered, shoving her hair off her forehead and pushing the covers back. Rhiannon turned to hang her legs over the side of the bed, the soles of her feet just grazing the carpet. She reached for the alarm clock. 10pm. Nowhere near the time she needed it to be. Rhiannon knew she was not getting back to sleep. She lifted her eyes to the window and chewed her lip. It was a conundrum. The surest way to stay alive was to stop this. Stop being a Slayer. Just pack it in and have a normal life, one in which she wasn't constantly throwing herself in harm's way, daring death to look at her twice. But to her, that was no life, and it was never going to happen. She'd sooner be crippled than stop fighting. It would be a risk. It always had been. But nothing, not even the promise of art or a family or old age, could make her doubt her place in the world. She was meant to be here, no matter the consequence. The world was dark beyond her window. Out there, things made more sense. She needed to be out there. Right then. Five minutes ago. Two days ago. Rhiannon stood and went to her closet, pulling a pair of loose pants from a hanger and slipping them over her bare legs. She zipped them and pulled her tshirt over her head, opting instead for the close-fitting tank top she preferred for a hunt. Socks came next, followed by boots and her more useful accessories. Knives, stakes, and the silver charm bracelet he'd given her for luck. She slammed the front door behind her and stepped onto the porch, pulling her hair into a high ponytail. Belatedly, she thought about calling Matthew or Kris, but decided against it. This first time back, she needed to be on her own. ( The Hunter ) She pulled the stake back and stabbed it through his body, so hard that the tip flattened as it cleared his chest and collided with the rock face. She released him just before he turned to dust and went in search of her knife. As she located it, she slid it into its sheath and continued on her way. "Worth every goddamn minute." reply

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