| Tying Loose Strings |
[18 Nov 2004|07:51pm] |
Milly suppressed a yawn as she pulled her car into its usual spot adjacent to the store. She grabbed her coffee from out of the cup holder and started across the street, taking a minute to glance up at the weather which proved to be another clear and potentially beautiful day. The normality of heading into the shop and heading up towards her desk contrasted oddly with the events of the past couple of days. Just another day in Searchlight, she thought to herself and smiled wryly.
A man in polished, black shoes made his way down the center of the narrow sidewalk, never side-stepping as other pedestrians approached. His eyes were focused beyond them, on a bookstore with a green front. The corners of his mouth lifted as the dark-haired clerk hurried inside, a cup of coffee in her hand. He'd known that she would be there at just that moment, and had timed his appearance accordingly. A pale hand reached for the handle and he stepped inside, pausing to run his eyes over the interior before let them rest on the woman. "Good morning, Milly."
( Darian )
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| High Efficiency |
[18 Nov 2004|09:00pm] |
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( Voicemail For Rhiannon )
( Voicemail For William )
( Email Back To Dominick )
( Voicemail For Hayden )
( Voicemail For Jo )
Finally, all those things are done and my mind feels better. Less fogged up.
I should get ready for yet another long shift at the bar but who am I to complain? It pays my way in this world.
Not getting along with the council means I get very little for being a Watcher but it's not about the money.
It never was.
I'm going to take a shower but why I bother, I do not know. I'll come back smelling like cigarettes and smoke, it's always the way.
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| Enter December |
[18 Nov 2004|11:30pm] |
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Nutshell by Alice in Chains |
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( December in Vegas )
Journal Entry:
I think I'm going to like Las Vegas. It's perfect. Legal prostitution, a neverending stream of morons willing to take anyone home if they think they're going to get laid out of it. That and drifters. It's one of those places where most of the people you see are from out of town. So I'm not going to be noticed overly much, now am I? Not if the people who I drain just go back home. With their families. So really, who are they going to tell? No one, that's who.
The place has a vibe to it. An energy that I can feel surrounding it, running through it. Something to tap into, that's for sure. I think I could do well here, no, I know I could. Either way, I'm going to give it a try. Try it on, see how it fits. Anything's better than New York...too damn cold.
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