| Strangely Good Advice |
[01 Sep 2005|02:43am] |
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After leaving Heaven's Peak, Quinn decided not to head back to Searchlight right away. Instead, she wandered further down the Strip, wandering in and out of several bars for a couple more beers until she found a place she could stand. Parking herself on a stool, she switched octane levels out of not giving a shit and ordered a margarita on the rocks. So she'd have a headache in the morning, who cared? Maybe it would keep her from thinking herself to death.
An hour and a half later, she was still hunkered on the stool, sipping at her third - or was it her fourth? - drink, the tequila going down dangerously smooth. I'm starting to not taste the booze, she realized at some point. Gotta slow down. It sucks to sleep in the vehicle.
Fuck it.
( A Session With Dr. Katherine )
"Katherine. Good to meet ya." Quinn nodded, then blinked. Okay, her vision just doubled, which meant it was definitely time to quit. By the time her eyes were focused again, the other woman was departing. "Huh. That was kinda weird. Guess she really wanted to get back to her blonde."
She swivelled back to face the bar, looked at her empty glass. Would one more kill her? Probably not. The hangover wasn't going to be any less murderous for lack of one more drink, probably.
"One more to sleep on and then I'm done."
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| Hard Choice |
[01 Sep 2005|02:52pm] |
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------ Non Journal Entry ------
Decision made.
There was no more going back.
Kris had taken the step, the very final step. She had fought with herself during the first moments of making it but she used her past years of hurt to steel her resolve. This had to be done. There was no way she could let it happen over and over again. There were no more easy fixes and no more promises to be made and promises to be broken.
This was it.
She was sat in the window of the apartment she shared with Hayden and her eyes were watching the ground that shifted in the cool desert breeze. The Slayer had faced her fair share of demons but this was the toughest one out of them all. To face her past and to make the decision that would rip her family apart but something had to be done. Her mother and her brother wouldn't do it. It came down to her.
Decision made.
There was no more going back.
Kris leaned her face forward and rested her forehead into the palm of her right hand. Her thumb slid over her skin and she closed her eyes. She needed to talk to Hayden, needed to tell him of what the choice had come down to and what had happened when she had gone to talk with her father. The things she had learnt seemed to be permanently burned into the back of her mind. Something had to be done.
She just had to make one final call, a call back home to tell both mother and brother of the decision she had made. She knew her brother would support her but her mother, that was another matter entirely.
But like she said before, there was no more going back, the decision was made.
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| Help From A Stranger |
[01 Sep 2005|03:13pm] |
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Kael grimaced as he hit the ground and blood gushed from his nose. This hadn't been his idea of a smooth trade. The gambler had argued over pricing and Kael had argued back. Of course now that he thought about it, he knew that perhaps it hadn't been the sensible thing to do given the gambler's quick temper and rather large entourage.
This little round of hit Kael had been going on for more than thirty minutes but somehow Kael managed to pull himself away from the ground but then hit the ground on his back once more as a boot to his face knocked any grasp he might have had on coherence.
"We agreed on a price." He muttered before a boot pressing down over his throat constricted his breathing and choked the words from him. He gritted his teeth together as he wrapped his hands around the boot and forcibly removed it. "We agreed!" He argued stubbornly as he narrowed hazel eyes on his supposed buyer.
"Too steep, Kael." His gambler friend tutted quietly, shaking his head slowly before he turned the sword in his hand. "Beautiful craftsmanship no doubt but not worth the price you quoted to me."
Kael laughed and grimaced as blood sprayed out from his mouth. "You've no idea what it takes to make something like that. You've no idea how much time and effort goes into it." His dark brown hair was matted with sweat and fell over his bruised features and covered his eyes. The same eyes that narrowed in on the gambler. "It's worth every fucking cent of what I asked you for!"
The gambler walked towards him and crouched down in front of Kael. His hand grabbed Kael's chin and tightened to the point of causing pain. "It is everything I wanted but forgive me if I'm a little reluctant to part with my funds. It's not like I have to worry about possible comebacks, not from a man like you Kael." His lips slid into a confident smile. "You've not got the balls and you certainly haven't got the resources. Just go back to your sleepy town and pretend like none of this happened and I'll make sure you get out of here alive."
"Fuck you," Kael snarled before he spat a liberal amount of saliva and blood out onto the gambler's face.
The man inhaled slowly and moved a hand to wipe it from his face. "Wrong move, Kael." He now brought his head forward and rammed his forehead straight into Kael's.
Kael reeled back and before he had the chance to hit the ground. Fists and boots were on him and his world was soon lost to a mixture of blacks, blues and reds.
The *crunch* *crunch* of boots was the sound that woke Kael from his unconscious state. His blurry vision took in a face that seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of smoke, an orange tip of a cigarette stood out the most and a slow smile caught his attention.
"You seem to be in need of assistance." The voice was unfamiliar to Kael but at the moment, everything was unfamiliar. He had no idea where he was or how long he had been there but he knew the stranger was right, he did need help.
"Just a bit." He admitted voice raspy and shaking with the extent of pain in his body.
A low chuckle touched his ears and the last thing he heard was, "Good thing I came along when I did."
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