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[05 Dec 2004|01:39am] |
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( Firewalled )
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| December, Jade and Gwen |
[05 Dec 2004|04:38am] |
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Indifference by Pearl Jam |
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After Jade had returned from his drive, he'd napped in his motel room, trying to make up for his lack of restful sleep the past couple of nights. He'd awakened mildly disoriented. Making sure he had a couple of stakes on him, he left the room and walked to the bar. Might as well. Not like he had anything to do or anyone to do it with.
December got out of her cab and paid the driver, stuffing the remaining cash in her bra. Vinyl outfits rarely had pockets, after all. She smoothed the red skirt and shifted in the corset top, then eyed herself in the window of the empty shop she'd been dropped off in front of, making sure her hair wasn't falling down from the spikey pigtails it was in. The last mark had gotten a little rough. It appeared she was mostly in order, though she noted red marks on her bare upper arm where he'd grabbed her. Oh well, it'd fade. She was sated and kind of buzzed feeling, so she headed towards the bar. A drink was in order.
Jade sat morosely at the bar, nursing his second Long Island iced tea. He'd put the first one to rest in short order. He couldn't stop wondering what had happened to the girl he'd met here before. Hell. He couldn't stop wondering what had happened period.
December might have not gone in if she'd looked inside beforehand, but she hadn't, and was already halfway to the bar before she noticed Jade. She didn't think he saw her yet though, and maybe he just wouldn't say anything. So she just headed to the bar and ordered her usual...sex on the beach.
Gwen'd been sitting at the end of the bar for about an hour and a half now. She wasnt drunk.... but she still was having some alcoholic fun. Dressed in black vinyl shorts with black fishnets underneath, her clunky black combat boots, a black studded choker, and a tight black Batman t-shirt, she hopped up, walking to the jukebox, looking over the selections.
( uncomfortable situations )
( don't be such a bitch )
( two can't be lying )
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| Moving Closer To Resolution |
[05 Dec 2004|08:47pm] |
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( Voicemail For Rhiannon )
I had thought about asking her if anyone she knew had come back from the grave but somehow, it seemed inappropiate. My mother potters around this house like a ghost. Her memory is still gone but yet she's fine in every other sense. Her health is better than it was when she died and she looks younger, revitalised if that's even possible.
It's hard to look at her and not see the last memory I have of her. And to feel the same guilt as I did back then, the guilt of being the cause for my mother's heart attack. She does have these strange marks though. They are situated on her left shoulderblade and I know that they are runes of some sort. I just don't have an interpretation for them. I wonder if Dominick or William have a book I might be able to borrow.
I've drawn the runes down and I plan on showing them to my fellow Watchers. Perhaps they mean something? I know my mother had no tattoos and she hadn't had any before she died so these marks have to mean something.
( Voicemail for William )
I've thought about calling Jo but I don't want to burden her with this sort of thing. She has enough going on in her life. The last thing she needs is my mother risen from the grave. I should go, I need to get some air and perhaps do some hunting. That usually takes my mind off most things.
Now to get out of the house without my mother asking questions. I feel fifteen all over again....and might I point out how much I hated being fifteen?
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| Bite Me....Not Literally |
[05 Dec 2004|09:02pm] |
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I hate when that little voice in the back of your mind won't shut up.
It keeps singing the same thing over and over again. It's the same thing you don't want or need to hear. You know you should ignore it and yet you can't. You listen to it, get sucked into the paranoia and lose sight of what's really going on or being said.
William's first love is back from the dead. True, she has no memory but she's still back. How do I deal with this exactly? I know this town is weird fucked up but this whole, people coming back from the dead is beyond my understanding. I think I'm doing pretty damn well. But right now, I have no idea how to ...deal or even begin to sort through the mess that is my head.
Right now, it's William that needs support but I have no idea how to give it. I mean, how do you even begin to make a dead love coming back from the dead all okay? How do you even begin to ..comfort a person through that?
Urgh, my head hurts. It really does.
Did I happen to mention, Head office is calling every other day? They are and I'm ignoring them. I have enough on my plate as it is. I have so many new cases to work through and my old cases are still playing the stare game with me. I have no solution and I won't because I know that the vampire who killed them won't be caught by regular authorities.
Everything's so fucking complicated.
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| That Dream Again |
[05 Dec 2004|10:28pm] |
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It was the fourth time Shannan had walked into Unseen Insights that week, but she still managed to convince herself that the dark-haired woman at the front desk was too busy with whatever she was doing to be troubled. Shannan just passed the desk without a second thought and headed for the book section.
Shannan was never really one for research. Back in Cleveland, that was Cadence's deal, but lately she was finding she had a real knack for it. She seemed to know what kind of general information each book contained, just by barely glancing at it, or by stroking it's spine. Maybe it was wrong to judge a book by its cover, but for Shannan, it saved a good deal of time.
She gathered a pile of musty volumes and set out to find some answers on her own.
*****
She was home here with the books. The candle-light was constant, steady, and unwavering. It was so because she commanded it. The cave was filled with the candles' light and warmth. She felt cozy and comfortable, sitting by his side even as all three of her eyes strained from reading ancient demonic languages...
*****
"Excuse me," Shannan awoke with a jerk, to the gentle voice leaning over her. Her hand on her forehead, she looked up to see the woman from the front counter looking a bit concerned. "Are you okay?"
She wondered, was having dreams about third eyes okay?
"Yeah," Shannan said brusquely, standing up. "Fine. Must've fallen asleep." She gathered the open books before her into a pile, ready to put them away, but the woman still stood there. "I'd better get going to work," Shannan added dismissively, before walking away to place the books back on the shelf. As she left the store, she didn't care how rude she had been, or how the woman must've been looking at her. All Shannan could think about was that dream.
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| Repellant. |
[05 Dec 2004|10:30pm] |
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Dyan shrugged into a pullover hooded sweatshirt and jammed her feet into jogging shoes. That wild blonde mane was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her skull and she smiled to herself as she stepped out the door into the cool night. The weather would cover her cold hands, if she were to meet anyone worth speaking with, so confidence abounded. She made her way into town, towards the bar, in hopes of a Slayer snackie.
On her walk to work from Unseen Insights, Shannan was still distracted. The dream had really unsettled her this time. It was more vivid than ever before, and kept replaying in her memory. The memory of the dream filled her so much so that she didn't even see the woman walking near by.
Dyan had slowed slightly as she came near a young woman looking rather distracted and maybe somewhat disturbed. Not a Slayer, but maybe dinner. She crossed the street and came alongside the other, watching her as they walked.
Any Slayer would've known she was being followed, would've been able to sense the vampire's presence, but Shannan remained oblivious.
Dyan smirked faintly to herself and moved to the side just enough to bump the young woman's shoulder lightly. She muttered a false apology and gave a beaming smile.
( Huh? )
( Maybe a drink... )
( What are you? )
( Whatever you are... )
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