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Seeking Admiral Gwen [28 Nov 2004|03:53am]
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Adam [28 Nov 2004|10:04am]
Destiny opened the door, calling for Will frantically. She motioned for Adam to put the bag down next to the door and then led him to a seat on the couch. "Will! Get yer ass down here!"

William had been sitting in his study, reviewing a book on the early development of demon cultures in North America, when he heard Destiny screaming. He closed the book and shook his head. He slip on his slippers and walked downstairs. Destiny was here, and with a young man who he didn't recognize. "Evening, Des. Who's your friend?"

From Beyond the Grave? )

Conversations )

William stood up and grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, and grabbed his cane. He wasn't walking with it anymore, but it made for a more convenient weapon than going for his gun or crossbow immediately. "I'm going to try to find Emmeline or some of the others and see if this has happened to others. I know you want to believe this is real, Destiny, but keep your eyes on him. Don't let him know what you are, or what I am. And keep him away form my lab and the weapons. Promise me."

Destiny frowned and crossed her arms. "You don't fucking trust me? I don't get it. You saw it for yourself. He's flesh and bones and he's here. By some goddamn miracle, he's back in my life. Once he gets his memories back, he'll know what I am. He was my first Watcher, my unofficial Watcher. I won't hide a bit of me, but I will keep him from your stuff and won't tell him what you are. Okay?"

"Destiny, I ask you this for your safety. Please. Once I come back, we'll talk about it. But until then, just... I don't know, watch movies with him. You have enough." William grabbed his holsters and slipped them on. "If I've learned one thing, it's that magic always has a price." William approached the door. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

Destiny still was perturbed, but she kinda knew he was looking out for her. "Fine. No snogging him. I'm going to bed." She turned on her heel and started to walk away. She turned back, speaking matter-of-factly, but still kinda ticked off. "Thank you for your concern." With that, she went up the stairs to her room.”

William thought about following her, but knew she needed her space. He donned his jacket, looked up the stairs one more time, and then opened the door and walked out into the night.
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How It's Done, Conclusion [28 Nov 2004|07:14pm]
**Continued from here**

S.O.S. )

Hayden's Voicemail for Dominick )
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In Touch [28 Nov 2004|07:48pm]
Voicemail for Joseph )

Voicemail for Emmy )

Voicemail for Aidan )

Voicemail for Connor )
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How? [28 Nov 2004|08:02pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Something has happened.

Something that just cannot be.

My mother is back and yet she doesn't know who I am or who she is. How is this possible? I've managed to calm her down and she's sleeping right now. I just don't know what to do. I know this cannot be, I watched as she died. I know she's gone, she isn't meant to be here and yet she is. I'm a Watcher, I should know why this has come to be and yet I am clueless and without answers.

I can't relax and I can't afford to lose myself in this unbelievable experience, it's not natural and it isn't right. But is it wrong to want to spend as much time with her as possible? I just wish I knew what to do and how I can make her remember me.

This just cannot be.

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Shadows [28 Nov 2004|09:44pm]
Darian closed the rear access door with a soft click that nonetheless echoed through the deserted surroundings. The loading ramps were empty at that hour, as the kitchens received no shipments after midnight. Darian's hands returned to the pockets of his white business suit. It had been a profitable evening, and Darian's cane had vanished hours before. He felt rejuvenated, and that feeling only increased as he turned towards his longest-standing Las Vegas client. Phillip Downing, the head concierge of the Bellagio resort.

Phillip shifted nervously and began the first in the series of cigarettes that always accompanied Darian's visits. The demon made him uneasy on a normal day, but payment days were the worst. Knowing what was to come, and yet feeling powerless to change his arrangement, Phillip silently begged his hands to stop shaking. He knew how Darian despised these shows of weakness.

Darian tipped his head back, eyes scanning the cloudless sky as though the heavens held some interest for him. Hardly the case. Instead, his commanding yet toneless voice broke the silence. "No word from a Mr. Toren of Wolfram and Hart, then?"

Phillip jumped at Darian's voice despite his best efforts. "No, sir. Nothing of the sort. Although Chloe came by the other day. Something about needing more of the herbs you gave her." The cigarette was lifted to his lips once more.

Darian lowered his chin and frowned in distaste at the smoke. He lifted one pale hand and fanned it away. Pointedly ignoring the comment about Chloe, he replied, "Perhaps Mr. Toren is not so persuasive as he imagines himself to be. No matter. We have business to attend to, do we not?" The hand finished waving about and slipped to his side. Within seconds, a scalpel had appeared between his fingers.

Phillip's eyes betrayed him. They strayed to the glinting edge of Darian's chosen implement. It was different every time. Last time had been the worst. He could still remember how it felt to smell his own skin burning. But it did no good to procrastinate the inevitable. Before he'd met Darian, he'd been a recluse, his face badly deformed since birth. What Darian did to the rest of his body was small penance for having a face that children didn't shrink from in terror anymore.

Darian lifted an eyebrow and gave Phillip a small smile. "Where will it be this time, Mr. Downing?"

A Piece at a Time )
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lately [28 Nov 2004|11:24pm]
[ mood | worried ]
[ music | Eulogy for a Ghost by Clutch ]

//firewalled against everyone//
I'm so tired. It feels like I can't get enough sleep, and when I do, I have weird dreams. Sometimes the nightmare of course, but...I don't know. Lately there have been new ones. Not memory based ones, just...weird stuff. Like with Dawn. I keep dreaming that she...leaves. But it's weird. Not like she's angry and she leaves me like breaks up with me, just...she's gone. My psych 101 is telling me it's just a typical anxiety dream, but that doesn't really make me feel any better when I'm wandering around inside my head when I sleep, searching for her. Maybe it's the sudden lack of time spent with her talkin. Gwen's still in full self destruct mode, so I've had to be following her around at night. There was the one night...but Rhi watched her that night for me. Go Rhi. I have to talk to her anyways, I've got something for her. Kind of a thank you for covering for me on Gwen duty.

I'm worried about stuff though. Not just Gwen. The psycho bible banger vamps for one. I couldn't get anything out of the one Rhi caught. Though I did find out how much you can hack off a vamp before it dusts. Then there's Dawn. Dawn's got me worried. She does this electric shock thing...and sometimes she's hot to to the touch. I don't know what it is but it's starting to freak me out. At first I was just telling myself that it was...well just here stuff. But now I'm not so sure. It hasn't seemed to go away. It's at random, as far as I can tell. I don't know what to do about it. I'm worried about it, but who to talk to about it? She doesn't really seem to want to talk about it, and...well if it's stuff to do with her, there's not much I can say to people that wouldn't bring up the Key stuff which she doesn't want too many people knowing about.

The kid, he's trying to tell me something too. I've seen him a few times now. Tavi, Dawn calls him. (and as a side note, she's right. he is a cute little thing barring the gaping chest wound) When he's not playing hide and seek with random objects in the house, he points at her, but I have no idea what he's pointing at. I get the feeling it's important though. Maybe he can see something we can't. As far as I can tell, he doesn't grasp english too well. He can say some things, but usually it's just a word here or there, and he usually dissapears again after he talks. Guess it takes something out of him to do it or something. In my studies, I've learned that that's not that uncommon. I've heard him say 'broken' more than once though, which you know? As words go, I could do without that one. That one just sounds ominous, and I've had it with ominous. Fuck ominous.

Guess I'll just have to wait and see what the hell is going on. And hope those dreams quit already.
//end firewall//

Things Not To Bitch About:
-Dawn waits up for me every night, which is helping with my mental state so much there aren't words to express it
-She got me a little cat stuffed animal with a gun. I put it in the front window. It's great and Church hates the shit out of it. Joy.
-Being out stalking Gwen has given me a chance to lessen the vampire and demon population of the town slightly. (not that it'll help for long, but still I was starting to feel guilty about slacking on that)

To Do:
-Get Gwen off of her current downward spiral, or get someone to help babysit her
-Spend some more time with Dawn (yeah, this is always on the list)
-Call my mom back about Holiday stuff (she wants me n Dawn to visit for christmas)
-Check in on people, namely Aidan, Rhi, Nyx, William, that Jade guy
-Talk to the watcher types about the new slayers if they haven't already caught up with them
-Talk to Aidan and company, maybe see about Jade's little problem
-Take a bath sans anything remotely dead nearby, and SLEEP

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