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[08 Dec 2004|05:05am] |
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Jade had had quite a day. He'd spent it applying for jobs mostly, although he'd met a girl named Shannan at the Diner and talked to her for a while. He was exhausted, and he trudged along the street carrying a bag from the General Store. Maybe he'd actually be tired enough to sleep tonight.
December was out for a walk, head spinning on her misgivings about this place. She was starting to seriously think she should just leave. She didn't even know that many people here, but the three she did know by name...they weren't her kind of people. They were nice people, people who wanted to help, and that was too much for her to deal with. She didn't want anyone getting into her life. There was too much of it she wanted to never let anyone know.
Jade stopped just down the street from the motel, seating himself on a raised concrete wall outside an office building that had been closed for hours. He wasn't quite ready for the claustrophobic four walls of his room yet. He tipped his head back, looking at the brightness of the stars, feeling almost contented.
She really must be cursed. There he was, the new bane to her existence, up ahead. That soft sweet little puppy dog that went by the name of Jade. She stopped in her tracks, and debated trying to run off without him noticing her.
Always alert to sudden movement, Jade glanced to his right and saw her. December, the girl in front of whom he was constantly embarrassing himself. As little as he wanted to admit it to himself, he was pleased to see her, although he was going to do his best not to show that. "Hey," he said softly. Mr. Blase.
( another story )
( weaknesses )
( a turn for the worse )
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| Round two, Gwen and Nathan |
[08 Dec 2004|08:33pm] |
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Nathan tried to smile as he sat behind the counter of the bar. Having already cleaned everything, he had decided to take the time to change up the ice in the holder, so that it didn't mold from being in there too many days in a row.
He knew that the mood would be very somber with the untimely passing of Claire. He had just finished putting ice back in when he heard the bell above the door ring. Nathan looked up to see who had come in.
Cracking her neck with a little grunt, the slayer known as Gwen strode in, clad in skintight black leather slacks, clunky black combat boots, and a loose-fitting Cradle of Filth shirt. She got a cheshire grin upon seeing Nathan, and hopped up to the bar like a little kid on christmas morning. "You."
( Angels do find us, in our time of need )
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| The Reason----A Journal Entry |
[08 Dec 2004|09:25pm] |
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I've come to some realizations over the past few days.
Primarily, I've always been somewhat stumped by the Eastern view of right and wrong. Or, to be more pointed, the lack of right and wrong. Where as in the West, we see things having an ultimate end result, in Eastern culture they simply see any effect of a given cause for what it is. They consider both the good and bad aspects.
Lately, I've begun to see their point of view. It matters little of the actions, as long as the end justifies the means. No longer are my actions restricted to that which I feel is good in its actions. No! Rather, as long as I can manipulate the situation to fit my desires, I can be justified in those actions.
No situation, no action, no act, however great, can now be considered evil to me. For none has the ability to be so. Only those who control the situations, those people who are a part of it can dictate what happens.
And any one situation that ends poorly, obviously had evil intending people in it. They should be delt with.
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[08 Dec 2004|10:22pm] |
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December was blowing off some steam at the Rack n Roll, and, appropriately enough, playing some pool. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't good either. She played alone at the moment, which suited her just fine. She'd already fed tonight, she didn't really need to chat up anyone else.
Waltzing into the bar was everyone's favorite party-grrl slayer, Gwen. Dressed in a plaid schoolgirl's skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and a cut-off Superman tee, Gwen grinned broadly at noticing December playing pool. She sauntered over, whispering playfully in the girl's ear. "Having any special holiday sales, good-lookin'?"
December found herself smiling just a little, and looked over her shoulder at Gwen. "Maybe sometime...if you're lucky."
( a talk, a kiss, and anger )
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[08 Dec 2004|11:12pm] |
Leaning against the bottom back porch step, Dawn reclined and watched the sunset in silence. At the moment, all she needed was some piece and quiet from the suddenly overcrowded house. It never seemed as though she could be alone these days. Frowning, Dawn berated herself for thinking like that. She should be grateful -nay, thrilled- that her mother was back. And on most levels she was....except when Joyce wanted to hear more about the memories she was supposed to have. Dawn had done her best to fill her in, for the most part sticking to the most recent events. The further back Dawn tried to recall, past her fourteenth year and Glory and all that mess, the less she could remember. A vague knot of worry formed in her stomach, though she had tried to keep that from Connor as much as she could. Help her mother first, then her. Sighing, she leaned back on her elbows, savoring a few more moments before she'd go back inside and look up that spell to see spells. Surely the Council archives would have something on it....if not, there were other places to look.
Darla had searched the house for Dawn and found her gone...not surprising. Something was bothering the young woman and she had the sneaking suspicion that it wasn't just resurrected family members. She'd been doing a lot of thinking since she'd spoken with Aidan at the bar Connor worked at, and...she had a few things to talk with Dawn about. She stepped out onto the back porch and shut the door behind herself quietly, noting Dawn out there. "...hiding?" she asked, gaze locked onto the girl down the steps.
( Darla catches Dawn off guard and they have a chat )
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| Lying In Wait |
[08 Dec 2004|11:15pm] |
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------ Non Journal Entry ------
Once he had seen his family to the airport and onto the plane home, Joseph had driven his way through Vegas.
His eyes had watched as the casinos passed him by until he drew into a stop just across the street from Heaven's Peak. He pulled open the top of his cigarette packet before he moved from the car. His boots moved quietly over the ground as he wandered around to the front and his hip rested against the hood. He flipped the cigarette through his slim brown fingers before it found its resting place inbetween his lips.
His hand then pulled a lighter from his pocket but as he opened the top a cool breeze ran through the alleyway and extinguished the bright orange flame. He lifted one eyebrow and shook his head. The brim of his Stetson was slanted across both of his eyes and as the flame lit up the darkness, the glow reflected off the hat and caught his eyes which made them glitter. As the smoke lifted from the end of his cigarette, the lighter snapped shut and the alleyway was submersed in darkness once more.
Joseph's head turned and his gaze came to rest on Heaven's Peak and a long stream of smoke was blown away from him. He placed one hand on the hood of his car before he clambered up using the bumper. As he sat, his legs curled up so his knees were pointing upwards and his feet were now rested against the bumper of his car. He lifted one hand to tip his hat back so he was able to get a better view of the place. The cigarette raised to his lips and he took another long very slow drag.
His mind mulled over the many possibilities. He knew Gregory was still around, he was attached to that place. He was hoping for eternal life after all, he wouldn't have gone away but would he remember their deal? The two guns Joseph always had on him could be heard shifting within their leather holsters as Joseph rolled his shoulders and flicked some ash to one side.
He was watching for something. He was watching for the changeover, for when the club was no longer a club but a slaughterhouse. Joseph could wait, he had all the time in the world and Bethany had crossed the last line.
No-one messed with family.
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| Up Against A Brick Wall |
[08 Dec 2004|11:50pm] |
An hour after sundown, Rhiannon took a seat on the curb outside Unseen Insight. Her boots scraped against the pavement as she pulled her knees to her chest. Rhiannon placed her cigarette in her mouth and cupped her hand around the tip. The brief flare from her lighter lit her pale skin into a golden color, but it was extinguished quickly. After her first drag, Rhiannon crossed her ankles and draped her arms over her knees. To a casual observer, it would appear she was taking a smoke break after finishing her shift, but Rhiannon rarely stuck around after hours, so anxious was she to go on her nightly hunt. She gave her cigarette a nonchalant flick and let her eyes wander to the corner of the Searchlight Nugget. The diner looked warm, but she didn't want to be inside. She had spent far too many hours hovering there in the past week, and she could see everything she needed from here.
Matthew had left his house a few hours ago. He didn't look his best. He had a few days of stubble on his jaw and his hair was a slight mess. Mostly due to the fact his hands had been tugging at it repeatedly as he sought his mind for answers. He turned a corner and started in the direction of the Searchlight Nugget. Maybe a coffee and a place with people who weren't his not-so-deceased mother would be good for him. He kept his eyes to the ground but as he raised his head, his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar aura. Rhiannon. He inhaled and wandered her way. "Hey Rhiannon." He said with a slight wave.
Rhiannon turned her head at the sound of her name. She looked up to meet Matthew's eyes. He looked tired and disheveled, worse than he looked even after a long shift at the bar. "Hey. What are you doing out here? A helpless Watcher's got no business wandering town after hours." At that, she smiled briefly and placed her cigarette back between her lips.
( A Reason Why )
( No Answer )
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