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New Hire [26 Oct 2004|12:00am] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Guster - Careful ] Nathan walked down the street towards the Lighthouse bar. Just as he thought, the sign for wanted help still hung in the window. He smiled to himself as he pushed the door open and walked in. No one would expect an Angel working in a bar. That is if he got the job. He strolled up to the bar, the warm smile still on his face. "I was passing by, and noticed the sign in the window. Are you still seeking employee's? " His voice spoke evenly and soft. Jo looked up from her paper, wincing just slightly as the movement jarred her freshly reinjured ribs. Her eyes swept the man in front of her with a knowing look and when she met his eyes, she was surprised. There was a look of eternal knowledge in them, and she knew he was an outsider, despite the fact that he looked just like any of the local men wandering around every day. Her voice was quiet as she addressed the question, "Yeah, you have experience?" ( Interview? ) ( Testing 1.. 2.. 3.. ) ( Welcome To The Crew ) reply

Close Encounters of the First Kind [26 Oct 2004|12:13am] Tyler had to admit, he was definately preferring eating at the diner, as opposed to cooking at home. His whole body still hurt from his run in with Elfleda, even though it had been a few days. Tyler didn't want to admit it, but right now he was licking his wounds like a beaten pup. And things weren't getting any easier. However, the cheeseburger and fries he was working on offered a small solace in the middle of the struggle. He grinned wryly as he took another bite of this burger, and sat by himself at the counter, chewing thoughtfully. The bell above the door jangled loudly as she entered. She paused in the doorway, looking around and running a hand through the blonde hair that fell loose over her shoulders. From behind, a man cleared his throat in annoyance, but she paid him no mind. Star would move when she was ready. Brown eyes scanned the length of the counter, stalling only momentarily on a dark-haired man with his back to her before they settled on an empty stool. She took her time approaching the counter, lifting the strap of her shoulder bag over her head before tossing it on the surface. She slid a hip onto the stool and crossed her legs, digging through the bag for a moment. Tyler swallowed, and ran his hands through his dark hair that hung loosely from his head. As he did so, he noticed the blonde woman to his side, searching through her purse. Tyler's eyes lingered on her for a brief moment, quickly taking her in. He turned back to his plate, taking a drink from the cup in front of him. The straw lay beside his plate; Tyler never trusted them. It was a childhood thing. He contemplated saying something to the young woman, but then thought of his recent luck, and thought better of it. Star paused in her search and glanced over at the man. He'd just been looking at her-- she was sure of it. She watched him devour his cheeseburger like a man half-starved. With one thin eyebrow arched, she smiled and returned her attention to the bag. At last, her fingers wrapped around the object in question. "Ah ha," she murmured, pulling her wallet from the depths. She grabbed the bag and dropped it to the floor, unphased by the clanging sounds made as things shifted upon impact. Without looking at him, she asked, "So what's good here?" It never occurred to her that he might not answer. People always answered. ( Under the Radar ) reply

sanctuary [26 Oct 2004|01:50am] [ mood | thoughtful ] [ music | Bother, by Stone Sour ] The hand was broken alright. The X-rays had showed that he'd busted his middle knuckle, and two of the long bones on the back of his hand. They were cracked and hadn't needed to be reset, but they indeed broken. He'd managed to insist that his hand not be plaster casted, and they'd set him up with a sturdy splint type thing. Connor was just walking up the steps to the house when he caught the scent of Dawn on the breeze. He turned, and looked around, spotting her...well, not inside like she should be. Dawn made her way back after returning from the bookstore, her step light though she made sure not to move in any way that would aggravate her tender side. In one hand, she carried a brown paper bag, hefting it up on her hip for balance. She tilted her head up, enjoying a rare cool breeze as she turned onto the street where the duplex was, humming softly to herself. Connor leaned on the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He gave her a Look, and waited for her to notice him there in the shadows. Making her way over to the stairs leading up to the duplex porch, it didn't take long for Dawn to notice Connor there. She paused, noting the Look and returned it with one of her own, after deliberately staring at that hand of his. The one he neglected to get looked at before. Connor stared at Dawn for a long moment. "You know you shouldn't be out." he finally said. "Not alone, not in your condition." ( grr ) ( Gwen tries the friend thing ) ( sanctuary spell and tests ) ( exit the boy for girl talk ) Connor chose that moment to come back, bag in his semi-good arm, and he eyed something outside before coming in. "...there's a cat outside. And...I think it hates me." Gwen stood, blowing Dawn and Connor each a dramatic kiss, and grabbed her bag, heading to bed. Dawn raised an eyebrow at that odd remark, tilting her head. "Well, cats are weird like that. I don't pretend to understand them." She smiled and waved to Gwen, watching her head upstairs. "Told her it was alright if she used the other room, she didn't seem in any mood to deal with Andi and Mich. Poor girl..." "Night..." Connor said, giving her a wave and shaking his head. He nodded. "I ain't usin it." Dawn yawned and headed over to Connor, leaning against him a touch. "Though she has the right idea, could use some more sleep..." He set the bag down and wrapped his arms around her. "Sleep is good. C'mon." he said, and without another word, he scooped her up into his arms, smiling. Dawn made a surprised noise as Connor scooped her up like that but she didn't seem to mind by that smile, nuzzling him with a comfortable sigh as she rested her head on his uninjured shoulder. Connor carried Dawn off to their room, kicking the door shut behind them. reply

Opening Time [26 Oct 2004|01:06pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Claire came downstairs and into the bar. This was her favorite part of the work day. Opening time. It was quiet and peaceful. It was clean, because the janitors had just left. She was alone, lost in her thoughts. Normally on mornings such as this, as she cut the garnishes for the various drinks, made batch mixes, and set up the bar, she'd either turn on the cd juke box and dance around merrily, singing along to the tunes, or just hum her own cheerful tunes under her breath. Not this morning, however. Claire had not done a thing since reading Warren's letter. It still sat buried in her weapons chest. She had only read it the one time, but the words still flashed over her mind, continuously. She hadn't seen much of Nyx lately. They'd been working opposite shifts in the bar. (They really needed to hire some more workers. So far Jo's sign had brought in one, which was promising!) She missed him. Her knife slipped just then, going through the lemon slice and into her thumb. "Ow!" She pulled her thumb up, blood bubbling out of the meat of the thumb, a long gash across the fingertip. As it mingled with the lemon juice, the wound sung with pain. Claire hissed and sucked on her thumb, trying to soothe the pain. Soothing the pain...she had to tell Nyx. She had to. He meant everything to her now. That wasn't the issue. The issue was, did she want to face her past, face Warren? Or let him fade away back into history where he belonged? reply

Another Glimpse Into The Past [26 Oct 2004|01:38pm] [ mood | depressed ] Dominick almost fell out of his chair as the yell was exclaimed. "Emily!?" He shouted, flying out from behind his desk. His shin connected with the leg of his chair and he sprawled down upon the ground, costing him precious seconds. His own heart almost stopped as he pulled himself back up to his feet, only to realize he could no longer hear his sister's scream. He ran out into the living room. The stuffed animals encircled the toy table, a play tea party interrupted. The front door stood open. Dominick ran out the door into the night. But it was too late. He tripped over Emily as she lay on the wet grass. He grabbed her into his arms, pulling her into his lap. Her throat was ripped out. His little sister, Emily, was gone. Dominick moaned in his sleep. The sun was just beginning to peek through his bedroom window, falling on the foot of his bed until it slowly crept it's way up towards his face. "But Daddy, why do I have to leave for school today!" Dominick cried at his father. Emily's funeral was supposed to be that evening. He wanted to attend. He had to say goodbye, and beg for forgiveness. But his father was resolute. "Your train leaves in one hour, Dominick. Mother has already packed your bags. You've known forever that you would be going to Watcher's school." (But I'm only ten,) he thought. "But..." tears coarsed down his face. "No buts, Dominick." His father's face was stern and cold. There would be no funeral for Dominick to miss. Emily no longer existed. The Council had informed Mr. Young to send his son immediately. It would keep him safe. It was his destiny, afterall. Although Dominick might not feel it from his father, he was loved. His father wished to protect him. He wanted him safe and oblivious to what had newly befallen them all. No, there would be no funeral, because there was no body. It was missing. The sun graced Dominick's face, bathing him in morning light. He awakened quickly and abruptly, sitting up and throwing the blankets off of himself. He hung his head. Would the nightmares never end? This town, this place called Searchlight, sunk into his soul and found the darkness and pain inside. He was ten again, lost and lonely and scared, and blaming himself for his sister's death. reply

[26 Oct 2004|02:30pm] I was downright convinced it would work. I thought seein' my boys would erase it from my mind. As inspirational as their little faces may be, it's not enough. Everything was fine for the first week. We laughed together, read stories, watched Lord knows how many Pokemon movies, and it was picture perfect. Until her birthday. Dwight wanted to know why she wouldn't want to come home so he could give her the card he'd made. I tried to explain, best I could, as I had before, that she wasn't comin' home. He full of why's and why not's and more why's, which I tried my best to answer. But I didn't really know. 'Round late September, Dwight finally understood, at least a little, when Mr. Lizard Pet met his untimely demise in an encounter with a Hoover upright. His questions met their answers, the best someone just over half a decade old can understand. But I didn't, more than ever. When I'd first set out across the country, I wanted revenge. It was anger fuelin' me. And I don't deny that there's still a quiet rage beneath the surface, but more than anything… I need to know. At least this time, I have a place to start. reply

Prodigal Blues [26 Oct 2004|02:37pm] Ellis Island. Give me your tired, your poor, and your souvenir-hungry tourists. And go ahead and give me your few who are looking for answers. Who am I? Where do I come from? What's my purpose? Why am I here? As I watch the cattle-like masses move through the partitioned areas, not so unlike their ancestors a hundred years ago, I know my resolution isn't here. It's west. New York's not far enough away to get it out of my mind. I don't even really know why I ran in the first place. Somebody finally lets me in on the secrets of my own life and offers to help me get a grip on it and I tear outta town like they wanna infect me with the plague. Twice. It's insane. Except that's what I do. Run Away Ray. Got a nice ring to it. But Saves the Day Ray sounds even better. She wanted to believe that was the only reason she was ready to hop in the Bago and drive back to Nevada. Who doesn't want to be a superhero? But that wasn't the full lure of going back. There was something else, calling to her, pulling her, tugging at her insides, promising clarity and resolution if she returned. Some people want what they know they can't have. Ray needed the very thing she was designed to destroy.

Files and Records [26 Oct 2004|02:45pm] [ mood | amused ] Jason looked out the window of his office at the Las Vegas skyline. He had been looking around Searchlight the past few days, avoiding contact with the visitors, and using his charms on the locals. They had been friendly enough, with a wink, a smile, and a little money. Oh, yes. His office was not in the Las Vegas branch of Wolfram & Hart, but in one of the other business high rises. It was comfortable, spacious, and decked in the trendiest executive styles. He had hired two secretaries: one who was in her late fifties, and could type eighty words a minute, and one is was 22 and could barely read, but she looked great in those little suits. He smiled at the thought of this evenings plans with her. ( The Offices of Wolfram & Hart ) Jason sat at his desk now, with twilight falling, having divided the files into four piles: Vampires and Demons, Slayers, Watchers, and Other. He could have had the secretaries do it, but this was part of his job he loved, the plotting, the preparing to bring down his target. He looked at the top record in the Slayers pile, and smiled. He had left her stewing long enough, he thought. He reached for the phone and called the number for Bethany's office at the bar and got her voicemail. ( Voice Mail for Bethany ) Satisfied with that message, he turned around and opened an oak filing cabinet (no tacky metal for Jason Toren, oh no), and slid the files into the first of the three drawers. Quickly going through the files, he separated a few out of each pile, and placed the remainder in the third drawer. There were nine files left in front of him, and he paged through each of them before placing them into the second drawer, his "To-do" list drawer. The files were each thick, and contained far more than the subjects would have liked. ( To-Do List ) Placing them in, Jason held the last one for a monet, scowling at it before he placed it in. "Carruthers, William," it read. You might have screwed me over in Colombia, Carruthers, but you're on my turf now, and we'll see who comes out ahead. Dropping the folder into the drawer, he slammed it shut and rose from his desk. Putting on his jacket, he opened the door to the reception area. "Mrs. Dalrymple, you can go for the evening. Holly, I need you to take some... dictation." Smiling, he shut the door and headed back to his desk, putting his feet up on it and waiting. 1 comment | reply

Truths Untold [26 Oct 2004|03:41pm] [ mood | shocked ] Dominick double and triple checked his weapons bag, and then secured the crossbow over his shoulder. He was wearing black jeans and a black henley shirt. He glanced at himself in the mirror and chuckled. When had he turned into the establishment? He looked like some SWAT team member. All he needed was some black face paint. Kris chewed slowly on a piece of gum. She had been ready for a while now but as per Dominick's request, she had waited for him before she went hunting. Her sword strapped to her back, her stakes in her pockets and her knives on her belt. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was clothes in a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. Dark boots were on her feet. Dominick emerged from his room and found Kris waiting for him. "Sorry, was I that slow?" She looked ready to go. He glanced at his watch. Had he really been that long? "Where shall we patrol tonight?" She shrugged her shoulders." The graveyard?" She suggested before she blew a bubble and popped it. Kris glanced back over to Dominick before she stepped out of the house. "You lead the way." He adjusted the crossbow, and picked up the weapons bag in his other hand. Kris was the slayer and he did his best to support her and be back up. But she was always the leader. ( An Unexpected Encounter ) ( Silence Between Them ) ( A Story Of The Past ) reply

Losing Himself [26 Oct 2004|04:01pm] [ mood | worried ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon woke up very slowly, his head already thudding and his body protested the moving by sending a sharp shiver of pain up his one side. He groaned faint before he tossed back the covers and he placed his bare feet against the ground. His hands went to either side of his head and his fingers tightened there almost as if it would stop his head from exploding. The night before was hazy, it was reminiscent of a drunken night but brief flashes of blood and pain were what stopped it from being fun. His green eyes tightened into small slits and his breathing was ragged and very harsh. He could barely remember what had happened but the screams echoed in his head, they kept repeating. One after another. After a long moment, the screams stopped and his head was quiet. His eyes opened and he turned his head to the side as a stream of sunlight hit his eyes. As his gaze dropped, his eyes widened at the wound on his right side. It was a dark shade of purple and long blue veins stood out against his skin." What the.." He muttered before his fingers dropped to run across the wound. As he did that, he felt another sharp jab of pain and he released a string of curse words as his entire body seemed to be on fire and before he knew it, he had fallen to the ground. His hand was lightly clasped on his one side. Devon raised his head before he blinked, as his vision seemed to swim. Whatever this injury was, it had to have been caused by silver but why would anyone use it against him? Had he been unaware of his actions? Had the beast taken control? A million thoughts raced through his head but the most dominant was the need to get this wound clean. Devon growled in pain as he forced himself to his feet, his entire body shook and he felt weak and lethargic. A state very uncommon for Devon. He was known for strength. He lifted his feet and he staggered across the ground before he finally made it to the bathroom. His hand sought the cupboards for anything he could use to remove the silver he knew rested within his wound. It was the only thing that burnt this way; it was the only thing that made Devon feel as weak as he did. As he found a pair of scissors and tweezers. Devon gasped as he fell back against the wall and he sunk to the ground. He gritted his teeth as he twisted the scissors in his hand and he plunged the sharp blades into his wound. He cried out for a brief moment as he moved the scissors within the wound. He was searching for the metal and as he found it, he exhaled slowly. The tweezers were turned and the tips touched the top of the metal. Devon let out another cry as the tweezers gripped and he pulled the infection from the wound. As he pulled the silver, his wound gushed blood but Devon wasn't even paying attention to that. His attention was more focused on the silver slice of metal that had been in his wound, where had it come from? How had the person known they needed silver? Devon grabbed a towel and he placed it to his side in the attempt to staunch the bleeding just until his own body kicked in and began to heal it. Which it could do. Now that he had removed the silver but he didn't care about the pain, he didn't care about the blood. All he cared about was the fact someone had used silver on him and he couldn't remember being anywhere but in the motel room. Very slowly, he picked himself off the ground and as his eyes refocused. The words "morning sunshine! have a good day-milly" scribbled in pink lipstick across the mirror got a genuine smile out of him before his mind turned to other things. He tossed the towel away towards the ground, its white material was now stained a vibrant shade of scarlet. Devon left the bathroom and started to get dressed, he needed to know what had happened last night. If something bad had happened, someone would know. Someone always knew. Once he was dressed, Devon left the motel room. He couldn't ignore this, if he, if it had done something. He needed and wanted to know. reply

...... [26 Oct 2004|04:09pm] [ mood | nauseated ] I have never ever thrown up on a job ever before and I've prided myself on that. But this new job, I couldn't stop myself. Three bodies all cut up beyond belief. It's like some wild animal cut into them, ripping limbs from their bodies and I swear there are huge teeth marks in their flesh. It's like something made a meal out of them, I have never seen any animal attack like it. It has to be something else, it's the only explanation. I wish there was another way to explain it but I can't. I don't know what could have done this but whatever it is, it's big and very ferocious. God, this is the worse case I have ever worked. I had to look at those three bodies, I had to try and identify them but when their faces, most of the teeth and hands are missing, it's very difficult. I don't even know where to begin, how to place this kind of killing in a file. I haven't even explained the other deaths I've been dealing with. This killing is definitely not vampiric. It's something else and I shiver when I think of what could have done this. All three victims were local, that much I know. If that is indeed true then that means. This thing, this killer is living somewhere in town. Am I the only one whose going to be getting extra locks for my door? reply

Hunting [26 Oct 2004|04:35pm] [ mood | working ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ His footsteps thudded against the ground as he ran, he was fleeing from four vampires. The other two of their group lay dead, nothing more than a pile of dust each. It was his fault. The Watcher was told he would pay but little did these vampires know but this Watcher had done this before, he was no stranger to combat or to being outnumbered. Matthew may only be human but he had brains, he had brawn and he had years of knowledge. Knowledge he put to good use when it mattered. Matthew turned and ran through a dark alleyway. He could hear the vampires behind them, they screamed and they made noise in the hopes of scaring him. Only the young ones did that, the older ones knew better. They knew how to truly scare their victims. Young ones were easy even for a simple man like Matthew. He turned and crouched as his trap was set and as he saw the vampires walk down the length of the alleyway, he reached out and he pulled the wire. The wire then pulled the triggers on three crossbows and those crossbows fired off three arrows. The first two struck at the heart of two vampires and they cried out before they disintegrated into dust and the arrows simply fell to the ground. He heard the deep guttural growls from the other two." Looks like I managed to piss them off again." He muttered to himself before he got up from his crouch and peered around the corner. His blue eyes took in the sudden flash of red around both vampires. Both were very mad that was for sure but anger was good. Anger blinded people, made them careless and he could use that to his advantage. He stepped out from his hiding place and he didn't move to take his weapons, he simply watched his enemy and gauged them and decided how to deal with them from that. One lunged towards him and he simply side stepped him and slammed his boot into the vampire's ankles. The vampire landed on its face and lay sprawled on the ground for a moment before it moved to attack again. As it did, Matthew caught its arm. Found the pressure points and twisted until he had the vampire's arm right around its back and even with its strength, it couldn't do anything. The other moved to help his friend and Matthew caught a fist to the side of his face. That punch forced him towards the ground but as he hit, he moved his leg across the ground and pulled the other vampire's legs out from under it. His hands hadn't released the other and that vampire's face was pulled into a grimace of pain. Matthew released his grip with one hand and barely managed to avoid the snap of the vampire's teeth. That free hand sought his pockets and it found a stake before it twisted it and he thrust it down towards the vampire's chest. A brief sigh of relief escaped Matthew's lips as the vampire exploded into a cloud of dust but his relief was short lived as the other vampire hit Matthew's side with the toe of his boot. Matthew groaned softly as the pain from the kick crept up his side and another kick to the side of his head caused his entire word to spin. He felt hands grabbing a hold of his collar and lifting him to his feet. He didn't fight the motion but as the vampire came closer. Its fangs extended to take a bite from Matthew's neck, he brought his forehead forward and smashed it into the vampire's. The pain was enough to seperate them and Matthew was able to cross line the vampire right off its feet. He wouldn't have been able to do that if he hadn't stunned it first. Blood ran down over the side of his face but Matthew didn't notice, he was more focused on pinning the vampire to the ground so he could stake him. It took him several tries before he finally got the stake through the heart and the vampire screamed before it was no more. Matthew turned and leaned back against his elbows and looked upwards towards the sky. He took a moment to gather his breath before he pulled himself to his feet and he went about collecting the crossbows and the arrows that lay scattered on the ground. No point in wasting them after all. It had been a good night for the Watcher. It really had. reply

Inquisition [26 Oct 2004|06:53pm] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Handel's Messiah ] Even out walking alone in the night, Mercy saw much. The easiest was to watch the little shop in town, where they gathered and traded supplies. Those who blasphemed by playing with magick congregated there on occasion. Of course, not all of them were witches. Some were just afraid, or people of learning. They bought books and little charms and that was well enough. Sinners, of course, but not on the level of the others. Mercy had seen many of their kindred tortured, burned or hanged. She wished to see it once again. Her congregation were of great use as well. They told her what they heard, what they saw in the daylight hours when Mercy remained prisoner of her church. They knew what was right and wrong. They knew the witches should burn. Brianna was a small, rounded redheaded girl. There weren't many young men and women in Searchlight, at least not many locals. Those who were under middle-age were greatly numbered among the outsiders who had began a sudden influx into town months before. Brianna was a girl of sixteen, and one of the few young people who could truly call Searchlight home. She was a penitent in Mercy's church. "Brianna... please, stay behind a moment, would you?" Mercy called as the girl turned to leave, following morning services. Mercy held Mass every morning, careful to stay out of the sunlight that streamed in when the door was opened for each parishioner to enter. A look of both slight fear and unending adulation crossed the girl's plump face as she turned back to her teacher, nodding the affirmative. "Yes," she said. "Do you need me?" Mercy smiled. "Of course, dear, of course. I have a very special task I want you to perform for me. It must be done this morning... and you mustn't be seen." Brianna's eyes widened and she nodded eagerly. "Anything," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. Mercy's smile grew. "Here we are then, dear," she said, pulling a small stack of parchment envelopes from a deep pocket in her white lace dress. Each was written with a calligraphic script in heavy dark ink; names and addresses, with no stamp or return address. "I need you to play postmistress for me and deliver each of these, without being seen. Can you do this for me?" Brianna's tangle of red curls bobbed as she nodded, and Mercy's thoughts wandered for a moment; she remembered when red hair was a sure sign of the devil. How times have changed. "Of course, I'll do it right now!" Brianna said excitedly, reaching out for the envelopes. "Ah ah ah," Mercy replied, quickly pulling them from her reach and extended her other hand, which held a pair of latex gloves. "There will be some who wish to thwart our ministry, Brianna. And we can't have that. I will keep my faithful safe. Wear these, so they cannot know it was you. And, Brianna... be careful." Brianna nodded happily, donned her gloves and left with flourish. She was excited. Mercy had chosen her for a very special task. She would not fail. The letters were all the same, addressed to many Searchlight outsiders, and written in formal hand and tone; Mr. Aidan Revere Miss Emmeline Keddle Miss Dawn Summers Ms. Michie Grant Inside, each held a sheet of the same thick parchment, written in the same flourished script, in scarlet hues of blood: Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. reply

Clearing his head [26 Oct 2004|08:55pm] [ mood | annoyed ]      In the twilight of the evening, Nathan stood atop a hill to the North of Searchlight.  He watched, silent and alone, as the sun began to find its way home on the Western horizon.  He sat brooding silently for a moment, his arms folded across his chest.  A few questions played at his mind, but for the most part, he had it figured out.      Someone was using the a church in town to mislead a following of people.  And if there was one thing that got Nathan's blood pressure up, it was those who used clerical positions to control people.  People, in general, were all just looking for something to fill the void that is inside them.  When they don't find good things, he knew that they would turn to anything: Drugs, alcohol, other people, any sort of faith is better than faith in nothing.  There were a few who tried not to believe or trust in anything, and Nathan would be the first to admit it.  But, for the most part, everyone wanted something to believe in.      His eyes narrowed a bit as he thought back over the day.  At first, Nathan had just over heard random thoughts of the people around him.  It wasn't until mid-afternoon that he had pieced together enough information from their thoughts, and therefor learned the truth of what has happening.      Nathan was frustrated to say the least.  His orders where to stay under cover as long as possible, and three days into the mission hardly counted as "as long as possible."  He needed to think.  Thoughts and plans already formed in his head, and sorting them out was taking up all his concentration.  And suddenly, the perfect idea came to him.  For the first time that afternoon, a smile came to his face.   reply

Finally, a GUY friend. [26 Oct 2004|09:58pm] [ mood | weird ] I had a dream, Aidan, that you died. His mother's words continued to repeat in his mind, spinning around like a carousel horse gone out of control. Aidan sighed and pretended he couldn't hear the echo of his encounter with his mother in Las Vegas, focusing instead on his coffee and untouched toast on the sticky diner tabletop before him. He hadn't had much of an appetite in days. The waitress who kept refilling his cup was giving him a perpetual glare, but she was the kindest of the lot and he had already decided on leaving her an overly large tip. It was only polite, since he had ordered so little and already spent the better part of an hour just staring into the murky depths of his coffee. Connor was out, oddly enough, stopping by the Diner he mostly avoided on principal, but the fact of the matter was--he couldn't cook. He'd never picked up the skill, not counting 'kill something and roast it for dinner over an open fire in a hell dimension'. And he was pretty positive Dawn wasn't going to want to have anything to do with that sort of meal. So the Diner it was. Just pick up some food. Simple enough. He headed in, what he wanted already written down on a slip of paper, and he handed it to the woman behind the counter. He leaned on it a moment while he waited, but spotted a familiar face...well, a sort of familiar face. He'd never really gotten to talk to the guy...who looked vaguely like someone'd just ran over his puppy. Briefly, Connor wondered if there was more trouble that he hadn't gotten wind of yet. So he started over. "Hey," he greeted. ( Connor, right? ) ( I'm the kid of two vampires. ) ( Avoiding Fate? Was that even possible? ) ( Hell, around here? Nothing shocks me anymore. ) Aidan laughed and nodded, digging in his pocket for his wallet and dropped some cash onto the table, standing up. "I will," he said, nodding. "Thanks. I should duck out. Em wants me to take measurements to build her a new headboard and I should have been home an hour ago. Nice seein' ya. Tell Dawn I said ‘hey'." Connor nodded, getting up as well and he saw his order was up as well. "I will. Tell Em I say hi too, see you around." he said, going to pay for his food and giving Aidan a wave. reply

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