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[06 Nov 2004|12:48am] |
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Devon's tired green eyes raked over the ceiling and across the walls and his mind wandered onto mundane thoughts of, why is everything so white? He exhaled a ragged breath as his entire body ached from head to foot, the wounds weren't healing as fast as they should and he was fully aware that this wasn't natural. He felt a twinge of guilt as he thought to Milly and about everything he had put her through. He hadn't wanted it to be this way but in this town, nothing ever seemed to go the way it was supposed to.
The thought pulled the corner of his lips upwards and he let out a short very pained laugh. Eventually his laugh faded and Devon's eyes slid shut. As the world turned black. He felt a sudden wave of nausea and the same scream which had haunted him for days, now echoed in his ears. With the screams came the memories, the same memories Devon had spent days trying to recover and now feared.
( Haunting )
And this was when Devon's eyes snapped open. He took a sharp breath in as he sat up rather abruptly. He only registered the pain in his right side after he had taken a few moments to clear his head. His hand went to the side that hurt and rested lightly against it. Devon wasn't any clearer on anything. The side that hurt was exactly the same side that had the silver in it.
What had happened after that? Who had used silver on him?
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| Making Nice |
[06 Nov 2004|02:21am] |
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( A New Face )
( Light Reading )
( Rules And Regulations )
( Non-Humans )
So, I made a new acquaintance in this place.
Seems like an interesting character. A lot more going on beneath the surface and he seemed very interested in my work and about my book I was reading. Makes me wonder if he knows more than he's letting on.
You know what? I really miss the days when I could just talk to people and not suspect their motives.
I miss those days.
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| Watcher to Slayer |
[06 Nov 2004|11:28am] |
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Dominick hadn't slept a wink. He had tried, lying down after his hot shower, but sleep wouldn't come. Now his hair was sticking on end, as it tended to do when put to bed wet. He pulled on some black jeans and a white shirt. He had heard Kris moving about the house and after last night's confrontation with Emily, he now knew what had to be done. After combing his hair down as best he could he opened his bedroom door. "Kris? Are you here?"
Kris appeared from around a corner and she soon rested against the doorway. She was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt. A bubble popped before she chewed the strawberry flavoured gum again." Yeah, I'm here." Kris commented as she regarded Dominick before she simply focused on tying her hair back.
He smiled, noting that her attire was just like his. "Is the new Searchlight plague effecting our clothing?" He crossed his arms in from of him, copying her position against his door.
" These were the only things that were clean." Kris commented with a nonchalant shrug and she slipped another piece of gum into her mouth. She bit down into the hard covering first and shortly after, she tasted the strawberry flavoured juice from within it." You trying out a new hairstyle?" She asked before pointing at his head.
Dominick blushed and moved his hands through his hair, trying to pat it down. "Went to bed with a wet head." He stood up and took a step down the hall. "Can we sit and have a little chat?" He led them towards the more comfortable sitting room, taking a seat in a brown leather lounge chair.
( Issues )
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| Another One Clued In |
[06 Nov 2004|03:55pm] |
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( Visiting A Friend )
( Revealing The Truth )
( In The Clear )
I'm very glad I told Jackson the truth.
He took it well and didn't freak out which is always good. We're all in this town for some reason and if I can help Jackson figure a few things out, I'm more than happy to. At the end of the day, the more you know, the safer you are but ironically enough. The more you know, the more trouble you'll find yourself in, simply because you're no longer ignorant to it.
Got Eddy back which is another plus but right now, I have a certain Watcher's door to camp outside of.
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| Visceral |
[06 Nov 2004|11:30pm] |
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William got out of his car and walked across the street. Leaning on his cane, he approached the Unseen Insight. He hadn't heard from Emmeline in a few days, and was getting a bit worried. He figured stopping by the store to pick up some manuscripts she had asked him to translate was a good excuse to check up on her.
It was quiet, again. Aidan thought it strange that he often found himself alone in the shop, working away at whatever it was he was supposed to be doing. He wasn't counter help; he didn't think it fair that he often pulled double duty because Emmeline hadn't been bothering to make a permanent schedule for the shop's other employees.
That day, he had begun putting in the new counter. It had taken him all morning to remove the ancient, hulking old counter and he was almost certain he had pulled something in his lower back, but it was an occupational hazard. Just like the splinters in his fingertips and the nice, deep cut he had given himself with a nail gun days before.
( Shatter )
( Old Man )
( Useless )
( Last Blows )
The bells above the door tinkled upon their own accord, as if agreeing with his sentiment.
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