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Simple Girls [30 Dec 2004|12:04am] The car door opened slowly, its hinges giving a loud groan of complaint. The thin blonde climbed out and stretched, then leaned her hip against the door. She looked down when it bounced back with a muted thump. Her bow-shaped mouth turned downward at the corners. She gave it another good whack from her hip before realizing the seatbelt was dangling above the pavement. "Crap." She tossed the end onto the seat and shut the door. The hood of the car was warm. She slid onto it, savoring how it felt through the denim of her jeans. Her heels pushed against the grill work as she slid backwards, then sat cross-legged with her sandals tucked beneath her thighs. Welcome to Searchlight! Population Negligible. "What am I doing here?" she whispered. The sharp points of her elbows found her knees, and her fingers went to her temples. For weeks she'd been gone, without so much as a word to Verlie... or anyone else, for that matter. All she'd known was she had to leave, get as far away from demons and wasps and werewolves and zombies as she could. Dominick's little sister had been the last straw. A vampire! The kind of thing that liked to eat people like her for supper. Vaguey, she wondered if he'd ever found that plate of cookies. It wasn't everything, though. There was also the gun, the one tucked away in her freezer, where no one would think to look. She'd almost turned around when she realized she left it. Almost. But weeks away from it had convinced her something wasn't right. Hannah had never shot a firearm in her life and suddenly she was polishing it, and worshipping the thing like some kind of fanatic. Or that weird little guy from Lord of the Rings. That dude gave her the creeps. Which meant she gave herself the creeps. Everything in Oklahoma made life seem clear again. Clean again. Simple. So why was she back in Searchlight? Hannah propped her chin in her hands. "Cuz I'm not a simple girl." reply

Ashes, Ashes [30 Dec 2004|03:36am] [ mood | crushed ] [ music | Peep Show by Miranda Sex Garden ] Jade awakened a second time to the sound of the shower like falling rain. For an instant he was pulled back to the dream he had earlier. Red rain... what did that mean? He shook his head, trying to clear it, and grimaced at the discomfort this caused the bite on his neck. He hurt all over. He pushed his legs over the side of the couchbed and stood up, groaning under his breath as he got to his feet. "Shit," he muttered. December was in the shower, leaning her head against the wall and letting the water fall down her back. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was concentrating on the pain the bite on her back was giving her. She wasn't supposed to get the stitches wet but right at the moment...that pain was giving her some clarity. Something to concentrate on. It helped her to not think, and not thinking was exactly what she wanted right now. Jade contemplated the couchbed. Just from the angle he was looking down at, he could see dust and blood and chocolate on the sheets. There was a door on the far side of the room, near the front door, and he walked over and pulled it open. After poking around for a couple minutes, he located a set of sheets and a blanket folded up on a shelf. Least he could do. He pulled them out and walked over to strip the bed of the dirty ones. December finally shut the water off, and stood there for a few long moments, letting herself drip. She saw a little blood in the water, and the pain from the bite told her that she'd likely reopened something. But that was ok. She didn't care. Whatever. She got out and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. She could hear movement from the main room. Jade... She felt a hollow feeling in her chest and bit at her lower lip. Hard. She got dressed quickly, ignoring the protests of her body. She dressed in one of the tighter, sexier outfits she had, short red skirt and a tight black top that laced up the front. She took her time to pull her hair up into spikey pigtails on her head and she did her makeup. She put off going back into the main room as long as possible. Finally, however, she had to, and she stepped out of the bathroom. ( we all fall down ) reply

Lamentations And Continuations [30 Dec 2004|07:31am] [ mood | contemplative ] She's gone... Poor Emmeline. I'd miss her, were it not for that dreadful knack of general interference in matters not wanted, though I do wish her puppy-dog of an admirer had not been so horridly obstructing with my curse of sexuality. I think she'd have done rather good as the Whore Queen of Searchlight, but perhaps that can be remedied another day. There are some interesting developments of late and some even rather disappointing. Why, I might ask, is it that all vampires with whom I have recently attempted to deal, are frustratingly independent, somehow moral or lacking in personal initiative? But there's been a new one recently. One with a coiled temper and the sort of resourcefulness I like. Oh yes, I do like her... I would rather like the Russian, too, but she's my threat of leverage. The Slayer she nurses... And dear Milly. Oh yes, they'd fancy she not be threatened by more, much less converted. So I shall wait. Though not for December. It's an interesting month and even more interesting person. At least, she is if you're spreading through her bones. reply

Externalize [30 Dec 2004|03:24pm] [ mood | numb ] [ music | Medication by Garbage ] December headed into the tattoo parlor/piercing's shop and had a good look around. The guy working was a big biker guy...or at least that's the part he looked. He looked up at her from smoking a cigarette and reading a magazine and his eyes did a slow travel up and down her body. "Can I help you?" he asked. December put every ounce of seduction into her tone and smile. "Want to make a deal?" she asked. He set the magazine down and leaned forward, eyeing her. "What kind of deal would that be?" "You lock up, make me your last customer of the day, you do all the piercings I ask for, and I'm yours when you're done." she told him, purr to her voice. He considered for a long few moments, eyeing her, then the clock, then her again. He glanced down at his appointment book, then back to her. "How do I know you won't just pull a weapon on me and stiff me?" She held out her hands. "You can search me." He got up, and walked to her, patting her down maybe a little more gropingly that strictly necessary, but she didn't say anything. "Ok?" she asked. "Yeah...what happened to your back here?" "Someone wanted a piece of me." she said, voice carefully even. "Looks like they got it...you sure you wanna get piercings now? Shouldn't you wait for it to heal?" "Actually, that's why I'm getting them now. May as well deal with all the pain at once, right?" He shrugged. "Ok, you've got a point." he headed to the door, turning the deadbolt. "You've got yourself a deal." he said. December smiled. Perfect. ( Calling Tyler ) ( touching subjects ) reply

Blinders [30 Dec 2004|07:15pm] Jade sat at the counter at the Diner, working on his second cup of coffee. Normally he didn't care for the stuff, but he had barely slept the night before, and he figured that some caffeine might help as much as anything was going to. Wrapped around the fingers of one hand he held a silver chain threaded with an onyx cross, dull and worn from years of wear. He had kept it with him for twenty-two years now. He was turning an idea over and over in his mind, and as soon as he could get motivated to head over to the bookstore he'd heard about, he would see about putting it into action. But not just yet. On a stool at the far end of the counter, a young woman with dirty blonde hair sat fussing over her coffee. She dumped the fourth in a series of sugar packets into the brew and stirred it with her butter knife. A tentative sip was taken, and then a larger one. She set the mug back down and turned her attention to a book with a thick spine. Her manicured fingers opened the cover, and she folded her arms in an attempt to concentrate. It worked for about ten seconds before she looked up at a fellow customer. With a conspiratorial lean, she murmured, "Did you ever notice the coffee leaves.... like this film on the roof of your mouth?" Her lips worked as though she was tasting the substance all over again. Jade glanced over at her. "Now that you mention it, yeah. I thought it was just because I don't like coffee that much." He put down the chain he was holding and picked up his cup, eyeing it. "Even the sugar doesn't help it much." He casually tried to see what she was reading, out of idle curiosity. "Actually," Star began, swiveling on her stool to face him a bit better. She lifted one denim-clad leg over the other and let her pointed boots dangle. "I think it makes it worse. You know... adds to the film-like texture." One arm rested along the speckled counter, and her nails drummed lightly on her book as she studied him. Star was in her element-- a public place, nothing but strangers around, and a captive audience. She noticed the bandage and tilted her head. "You know, I'm an excellent judge of character. And I have to say, I meet the most interesting people here." ( Loaded Questions ) ( Ready or Not ) ( Smoke Screen ) reply

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