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another encounter [11 Dec 2004|03:49am] [ mood | indescribable ] [ music | Blue, by A Perfect Circle ] December was out walking. She did that a lot, even more so lately. Her mind was still on the spun side, not knowing what to think about anything lately. She got her place set up...if you could call it a place, and 'set up' was a term that could only be loosely applied. Maybe that's why she didn't like being there often. It was quiet on the streets of Searchlight, like it always seemed to be. She hadn't gone in to Vegas in the past day or so...she just hadn't felt up to it. It meant she would have to soon...unless she wanted to find a local to suck on, but...she didn't want to draw suspicion. Jade walked out of the Diner after a late dinner. He was going to have to adjust his schedule soon as he started working, which would be tomorrow night. It was just nice to know he was going to have some money coming in; he wasn't secure enough with his protection brand to actively solicit any bounty hunting jobs. December rounded the corner and walked right smack into...Jade. She stumbled a little, grabbing onto the most available thing...which happened to be him, as she tried to catch her balance back. Jade was surprised as hell, and since he'd been raising his foot to take a step, she knocked him completely off-balance. Down he went onto his back in the parking lot, with December landing directly on top of him. He had to smile even as he was trying to catch his breath. "Hey." She blinked, noting where she was, and she pushed herself up on his chest, but didn't actually get off of him. "...Hey." she said back, not entirely sure what to do here now...besides watch where the fuck she was going a little better. "We keep uh, runnin' into each other," he said. "You okay?" "Yeah...I'm ok, you?" she asked, thinking she really might want to stop sitting on the guy and let him up, but for devious reasons, she just didn't. "I think I'm good," Jade murmured. He pushed her hair out of her eyes; he could not stop smiling. He knew he had to look foolish as hell. ( puppydog ) ( december's apartment ) ( sleepy, princess? ) reply

Outrage! [11 Dec 2004|02:49pm] [ mood | angry ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ " Miss Richards." A voice whispered in the darkness of her room. It was Ralphael, her right hand man with what seemed to be a wooden box clasped in hands. Hands that appeared to be shaking. Bethany stirred and one eye opened slowly. It took a moment for the haze to clear from her head." Ralphael?" She muttered with a confused expression on her face. Why was he disturbing her sleep and why did he look so scared? Bethany yawned and with the grace of a cat, she rolled over onto her back and lifted herself away from the bed. The satin of her black and peach chemise shifted to fall over her body and one strap slid from its place on her shoulder." What is it, Ralphael?" She asked, her hand went to rub through her long curling strands of blonde hair. Ralphael swallowed hard before offering her the box." This came for you." She arched an eyebrow and wrapped her slim hands around the wooden box. It felt heavy in her hands and the box itself was really quite beautiful. But from Ralphael's expression, she knew something had to be wrong with it. She slid one finger to the silver clasp that held it together. She pulled the lid back and her eyes briefly widened as they came to rest on a box full of dust. A note and an all too familiar golden ring lay in the centre of the dust. " No.." She muttered softly. Her voice was choked and short. When she had seen the dust, she hadn't thought anything of it but as soon as she had seen the ring, her stomach had clenched and her body had tensed. It was suddenly hard to breathe and she couldn't seem to get past the ring. She hadn't even looked at the note but she knew what it must say. She lifted the ring and as she gazed upon it. Her face became a picture of sadness." Gregory..my dear vampire. How could anyone do this? How could you let anyone do this to you?" Ralphael had been right to be so afraid. Gregory had been one of Bethany's clients and even more than that, he was her friend. Her business would suffer due to his death and she knew that she would lose some respect in the business world she worked within. Everyone had known Gregory and because he had trusted her, more of his kind flocked to her club but now with him dead. She was bound to lose several clients and turn away many others. Bethany placed the box down and caught the note with her fingers. She unfolded it and her eyes scanned the writing. "If you play with fire, you will get burned. Pity, your friend here didn't listen. Perhaps you should think about it? I don't think I need to tell you who this is. Be careful who you play games with, Miss Richards. Some of us don't take kindly to it and trust me, this won't end with just him." As she finished reading the note, her face had changed again. Instead of sadness, there was anger and her eyes blazed brightly." That bastard." She muttered with a hiss at the end of her words. Her hand curled around the note and she gripped it so tightly, her nails cut into the palm of her hand. She didn't seem to notice the pain and the blood sliding down the pale skin of her arm didn't register in Bethany's mind. Her world was of pain, anger and hatred. Solely focused on the man who had taken her best client away from her. On the man who had been a thorn in her side for far too long now. She would make him pay, one way or another. " Bethany?" Ralphael's shaky voice sliced through the fog that had clouded her mind. Bethany's head snapped to the side and darkened brown eyes came to fall on her employee." Get my car." Ralphael didn't argue and instantly left the hotel room to do as she said. Bethany flung her bed covers aside and got to her feet. Her hand dropped the note to the ground and she glanced towards it. An eyebrow arched and she regarded it with a mask of indifference. The white paper was now bright red, soaked entirely by blood. The same blood she had drawn by her nails pressing into the palm of her hand. " Touche, Mister Tropiano." She muttered. Her body stalked across the floor of her room and disappeared into her bathroom. The door slammed shut behind her. reply

White Mums in Summer [11 Dec 2004|04:23pm] The eldest clerk of the Searchlight General Store paused before locking up and sighed. Greta was getting much too old for the late shift. As she tied a kerchief over her head, her thoughts went to her aging trailer on Indian Street. She longed to soak her sore feet in a tub of Epsom Salt and see what was on the television. With that image in mind, she closed the rear door and pulled it tight. Greta rummaged through her pockets for the key to the dead bolt. She was the sort of lady who always kept about a yard of tissue wadded up in her coat. As her fingers found the keychain, a loud sound made her head snap up in alarm. The metal trashcans had been turned over, and a man was scrambling to get to his feet again. He picked up one empty barrel and seemed to be waiting for someone. Greta clasped her coat together at the neck and tried to find her voice. "Young man...?" When he turned his face towards her, Greta went silent, for it was the most horribly mangled face she'd ever seen. She gasped in fright and backed herself into the door. Just then, a dark-haired woman came running around the corner. The vampire flung the metal can at the Slayer, then turned to continue his flight. Paralyzed, Greta watched as Rhiannon ducked, deflecting the can with one arm. She continued to run, passing the old woman with such speed that the tissues flew out of her hand. The vampire made a fatal mistake, turning into a dead-end alley behind the Nugget. He jumped and curled his fingers around the top of a wooden fence. Rhiannon pulled the knife from her thigh as she approached and sent it flying towards the vampire. The blade caught him in his right hand, fastening it to the surface. A second knife followed the first, securing his left hand in much the same way. She was business-like in her follow through, staking him where he hung before retrieving her knives. Rhiannon ran her forearm across her face, wiping away the mixture of sweat and dirt. She turned to lean against the fence, then slid to a seat. Her leg was on fire. Rhiannon sucked in a breath as she pulled the first of a dozen cactus burrs from her calf muscle, slowly freeing her pants from her skin. ( A Father's Footsteps ) ( Tirer La Couture ) She closed her eyes and a memory came, of black mary janes against green outdoor carpet. The smell of white mums in summer. Her own small hands on the polished black casket. My mother's in there. With a choked sound of grief, Rhiannon wrapped her arms around her father's neck and began to cry. reply

My Night with Wendy [11 Dec 2004|05:17pm] William sat in the living room, looking over the books he had gotten from Unseen Insight. He had identified the runes, and the news was not good. This was powerful magic, and very dark magic. It was pretty much what he expected. He'd need to gather what magick users he knew, and then talk to the others to see where they should go. He had learned from his mistakes about acting unilaterally. Wendy had been sitting in the bedroom reading. That was all she really did. She read, watched a little TV, then cleaned up. She had told Destiny that she would take care of all the chores, feeling bad for not paying anything for lodging. But she was getting bored and more than a little irritated. This man, William, had taken her in, and then ignored her. Even moreso since she had answered the door for the woman she assumed was his girlfriend. She heard the sounds of someone downstairs, and decided that this was the time to nip this whole thing in the bud. She walked out of the room, with purpose, and headed downstairs. She reached the first floor and stood, hands on her hips. "William, I'd like to talk to you." ( Conversations with Dead People ) "Wait, you shouldn't be out after dark!" William tried to catch up to her, but the door was already open and she was already out it. She swung it shut, and it hit William dead on, smashing into him and knocking him back. Not ready for the force of the door he fell. His knee and ankle screamed, and he forced himself to stand. The pain was real, but he ignored it. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the door, and got out of it, Wendy was out of sight. reply

Mother knows best [11 Dec 2004|06:28pm] [ mood | surprised ] ( Who am I? ) reply

The Things She Doesn't Know [11 Dec 2004|10:28pm] [ mood | confused ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Being at work whilst being injured sucked or it did in Kris' opinion. She hadn't wanted to get up this morning and she hadn't wanted to drag her butt into Las Vegas but she had and here she was, playing the ever vigilant security guard. But really, how much damage could a bunch of old people do? A memory of a bag in her side quickly made her rethink the previous silent question. Kris released a breath and attempted to look interested but she really wasn't. Her feet hurt and the gum in her mouth was stale and she hated stale gum. Of course, she couldn't move from her post as Theo and Ben were helping the big boss man out with something. Kris always wondered where those three would disappear to; it was always at this sort of time as well. Her eyes lifted to watch the clock, the hands seemed to have slowed and somehow the smaller hands just didn't move as quickly as they had been doing. Why did that always happen every time she watched any clock? The clock didn't have a brain and couldn't know it was being watched and yet everything about it did slow down. This was also true for the kettle back home. Kris would watch it and it would never seem to boil and no matter how many times she racked her brain for the answer to this mystery, none ever came. " I must be bored." Kris muttered to herself. She had to be if she was seriously considering the deeper meaning behind that subject. She attempted to chew the life back into her piece of gum but it just wasn't happening. Her eyes scanned the area and she decided that these people could go without being watched for a couple minutes whilst she dumped her gum. Kris smiled to a few of the regulars as she passed them by on the way to the nearest trashcan. And as always, that luck of hers struck again. All the trashcans appeared to have been emptied just at the same time as Kris decided to get rid of her gum. " This is just typical." She said with a short resigned laugh." Back alley it is." Kris muttered before she turned on the spot and quickly strode to the fire exit on the back doors. She didn't think twice about pressing down on the bar and stepped out into the cool Las Vegas night. As she did, a sound to her right took her attention and Kris' head snapped to where she had heard that noise. Her eyes narrowed in as she was sure she could see some form of struggle taking place. Her head tilted again and a confused expression overcame her face. Was that Theo? What was he doing? Kris moved from where she was stood and shouted." Hey!" The scuffle broke apart and she could see one man scrambling to his feet. Blood was everywhere. Blood was on the ground, blood was on her two work colleagues and on the man who appeared to be at the centre of the fight. Kris picked her pace up from a walk to a run but as she neared them. A sudden blow to her head caught her off guard and before she had a chance to react or even register she had been hit. She was falling, her legs collapsed beneath her and her word tilted to the right. As she hit the cold, concrete ground. Her world blurred and the last thing she saw or heard was." You owe us this!" And then her world gave way to black. reply

Condolences [11 Dec 2004|10:43pm] [ mood | calm ] Tristan leaned against the streetlight looking out across the street at the Lighthouse bar. The parking lot was back to normal. No trace of death. No yellow caution tape. No dead slayer. No dented car. Just an empty, normal looking parking lot. He grinned. He knew otherwise. Tristan flexed his hands at his sides before pressing them into his pockets. A moment rarely passed since that night when he hadn't thought about the fight. If only his father hadn't been there. That complicated things. On the other hand, his father's presence had lead to the battle in the first place, and had caused the distraction in which Tristan took full advantage of. He had to think. He had to keep his father hidden at Heaven's Peak, and well liquored up. Tristan knew this changed everything now. Others would be out for him. He would become the hunted, instead of the hunter. He wondered what Rhiannon's reaction to all this would be. In the moonlight, Tristan smiled. Then he pulled the folded note out of the pocket of his jacket and slipped it under the back door to the bar. Jo, So sorry to hear of your loss. T. reply

Working Herself To Death [11 Dec 2004|10:48pm] [ mood | hungry ] My findings lead right back to the same killer I've been hunting since I came to Searchlight. There's no way Nyx could do that to her. It isn't so much that he loved the woman, it's the damage done. He couldn't have shattered her back like that and he certainly couldn't have snapped her neck. I don't know what these local cops were doing and what kind of shitty operation they're running here. Maybe it is a good thing I was assigned to this backwater town? These cops put others to shame. My father would have a few stern words for them that's for damn sure. I keep biting my tongue as I am relying on their co-operation to work with me. The person they regard as an outsider and no cops like FBI impinging on their territory. But they're going to learn to like it. I'm not going anywhere that's for sure. I have so much work to do and so many cases I have to resolve. Claire Rivers' case is right at the top of my list though, mostly because living and breathing human beings are suffering because of this killer and because of the so called law enforcement. God, these guys make me want to ram their badges somewhere up where the sun don't shine. How they even became cops is beyond me but you know, I'll grin and bear it for as long as I can. I'm not a woman who keeps her opinions to herself and if they keep pushing me, they'll see how I don't take too kindly to that. My examination of Claire's body has led to some interesting findings. It would seem someone was kind enough to leave skin beneath Miss River's nails and I will find out who this skin belongs to. One way or another. All it takes is one mistake and thank the lord that human beings aren't perfect. If they were, my job would be so much harder than it is already. I know there was another at the scene and if my killer is in fact a vampire, I can only hope that the other person is human. If he or she is human, I can trace them and I can find them. I haven't slept in days. I can't recall the last time I had something to eat let alone drink but I'm not going to stop. I need to find this mysterious onlooker and I need to pass on my findings to the local department. Maybe they'll ease up off Nyx if I give them another person to hunt. That's the feeling I keep getting, this thing with Nyx. It's a witch hunt, it's easy and I get the feeling that these cops don't bother to strain themselves so if I don't find something soon. They'll go with the easiest of options and blame Nyx for everything. There's not enough justice in the world as it is. I won't let that happen here. reply

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