| No Way, No How |
[09 Oct 2005|04:35am] |
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“Let me out,” was the constant protest that came from the box that Joseph was still housed in.
His boot kept making steady contact with the bars of the box itself. He lacked his usual strength but he had braced his hands against the ground of the box so he could put some weight behind the kicks that were being delivered.
Somehow he had managed to press most of his body mass into one corner and was managing to extend his leg to kick the bars. Joseph was certainly a resourceful man even in the cramped and trapped conditions he found himself in.
A sudden blow to the top of the box caused Joseph’s eyes to lift and he spat out an insult that seemed to bring out a guttural growl from the demon. If there was one thing that demon and human had in common, it was the ability to get rattled.
Brown eyes now moved to the bars as the lock was unfastened and Joseph only released a slight grunt as a hand reached in to wrap his ankle and he was literally dragged out of the cage. The light blinded him and Joseph hissed in a sudden breath as a boot pressed down across his throat.
“Insolent human.” A demon growled as he continued to exert a certain amount of pressure on Joseph’s throat.
He gritted his teeth together and struggled beneath the demon’s foot. “Let’s not trade names shall we? Because trust me, I can think of some pretty colourful ones for you.”
The demon snarled and leaned in close until he could get a good hold of Joseph’s hair so he could yank his head back and give him further pain. “Best watch that tongue or we might remove it for you.”
Joseph fought with himself and just managed to keep his wisecrack to himself as he liked his tongue right where it was. “Consider it watched.” He muttered softly as the demon once again shifted his boot and Joseph could barely breathe.
A few moments went past before he was hauled to his feet by the creature and he was literally marched back towards the living space he shared with every other person in the camp itself. Joseph found himself thrown head first through the door and he lost his footing to land on his front.
He grimaced slightly before he rolled onto his back to shout a string of words that would have made any sailor proud. Joseph was breathing heavily and he reluctantly pulled back to seek a rest for his back as his body was beginning to protest.
Joseph glanced around himself and frowned as he looked at the unconscious face to his right. He reached a hand down and pushed some of the dark hair away from the man’s face and he swore as he saw who it was.
“Kael? Can you hear me?” He asked as he noted the blood that surrounded the other man and he winced in sympathy.
Kael showed no response to his questions so Joseph used the last of his strength to roll him onto his back so he could check his vitals. His pulse was erratic but there but judging by the response of his pupils, he was going to wake with one hell of a headache not to mention a concussion.
Joseph bowed his head and closed his eyes momentarily. His fingers closed in on his thumb and he felt the ring there and he used that to give him the strength he needed to keep from passing out right then and there.
He needed to find Victoria, he needed to know if she was still willing to try escape because there was no way Joseph was just rolling over and playing dead. And once Kael was awake, he’d talk to him and see where he stood on things.
Try as they might, this camp, those demons, would never be able to crush Joseph’s spirit.
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| The Unexpected |
[09 Oct 2005|05:08pm] |
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Oliver didn't loiter around the airport for too long once his plane landed. Too much security, too many weird looks, too much hassle. He hailed a cab and went straight to the Wolfram and Hart building, wanting to check on his father's paintings before he did anything else. The ride passed quietly, and when he stepped out onto the sidewalk he lit a cigarette gratefully, blowing smoke straight up into the air.
He stepped into the office building, putting his sunglasses on as the door slipped shut behind him. Not that anyone would really know him here, as this was his first time in Vegas, but he wanted to avoid conversation if at all possible. Punching the elevator button for Virgil's floor, he slouched against the back wall and watched the numbers above the door light up.
Elise was in the habit of expecting the unexpected. One of the names on her list hadn't been anywhere in the area of her new assignment, but this one had arrived before she could even think to broach the topic with her superiors. Of course, she should have known. Still, it was a bit irritating that it was sprung on her. Oh well.
She hadn't been in the Wolfram and Hart Vegas offices since arriving in Nevada; she had been under orders to let whatever was happening there progress without interference for as long as feasible. But she knew this one would be heading in to see Guzman, so it seemed best to cut him off at the pass, so to speak. She took a seat in a waiting area, doing just that – waiting.
( Nobody Owns My Soul But Me )
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| Seventeen Year Old Jail-Bait |
[09 Oct 2005|07:44pm] |
Jasmine stretched a little lazily, and licked her lips, lying sprawled out on her bed. Prince's "Purple Rain" CD was blaring throughout her room, and to be honest Jasmine didn't want to get up. Ever again. This was comfortable.
"Lalaa... Animal strike curious poses. They feel the heat, the heat between me an' you... " She sang, half-dancing on her bed. Finally, she rose, bouncing on bed as she danced. "How can you just leave me standin' alone in a world that's so cold? Maybe I'm just too demanding! Maybe I'm just like, my father, too bold!"
Bouncing on the bed, Jasmine didn't hear the door, and bounced even more on her bed. "Maybe I'm just like my mothah! She's never satisfied! Why do we scream at each othah? This is what it sounds like! When doooves crry!"
Purity had gotten to the brink of distressed. Thus far she had managed to hear from at least three of the people she cared about in this shit hole of a town. However, as luck would have it she couldn't call them back. It happens when you're cell battery dies. Cell phones... Great for videos, music, pictures, the internet, games and totally unreliable when you need to make a call.
( What was this girl, sixteen, seventeen, jail bate in disguise? )
"I wouldn't want you to." Jasmine replied simply, shrugging. "You look tired."
A soft dry chuckle left Purity's throat. "Feel tired. Think I'm gonna go hermit in bed again. Keep your chin up, you know where I am if you need me." With that said she quietly left the girl in her kitchen and made her way into her room to lock the world out for a good few hours.
"Sure." Jasmine replied, watching after her. Then she put the pop away, and walked to her stereo. Back to Prince, and drowning of one's unhappiness and annoyance in Purple Rain.
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