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Female Bonding and Bottom-Shelf Bourbon [08 Nov 2005|12:08am] [ mood | drunk ] [ music | Have a Drink on Me - AC/DC ] Quinn had never known someone who actually lived in a hotel. She had always thought that hotels were for overnight stays or vacations, not for actual long term living. She hoped Purity wasn't going to be mad when she found her here, especially since she'd gottne the manager or whatever he was to let her into the room. Then again, she had brought a bottle of bourbon with her, so that should be a good enough peace offering. Besides, she wanted to clear the air with her friend before things got out of control. And nothing made the words flow free like alcohol, right? Right. So she parked herself in a chair and waited. The witch couldn't be gone for too long, hopefully, and then she'd come back and they'd drink and talk. It'd be fine. She hoped. The crisp cold air caused her lip to dry and sting. A small hiss was given as her lip continued to re-spilt and dry, re-split and dry. A gruff "Fuck!" was uttered from Purity, her thumb coming up to use the fleshy pad to wipe away a fresh trickle of crimson. The man behind the desk in the lobby gave her a wary look. She pointedly glared at him until he looked away before she walked up the stairs to her room. Of all the places she'd ever been injured she always found that her lips were the ones that hurt the most. Simply because the witch ate, drank and spoke it took them longer to heal. Bastards. Hand took her key out and attempted to unlock her door. A faint frown creased her brow as the door just opened without her having to turn the key. "The fuck...?" Eyes darkened, readying herself to face trouble before she walked in. Her door was usually always locked, save for when she was inside the place. Creeping in and closing the door silently she made her way into the living room. A startled jump catching her off guard when her gaze landed on Quinn. Nothing like slight heart failure. ( Uninvited and Concerned ) ( Into the Bottle We Go! ) ( Now We're Bonding, There You Go ) ( Insults All Around ) ( Catharsis ) "Steady there, girl," Quinn mumbled, her word slurring as she got her arm around Purity's waist. "We're both gonna end up on the floor if we don't watch it." She rubbed the side of her face with her free hand as the two of them fumbled their unsteady way into the next room. The redhead barely bothered to remove her shoes before collapsing onto the bed with a groan. "Ugh. Tomorrow's gonna suck." She arranged herself more comfortably, then rolled onto her side. "G'night, Purity. I'm gonna pass out now." Purity mumbled a soft grunted goodnight as she crumpled onto her bed, nothing being removed except the weight from her feet. Face was buried into the pillow as a hand came up and over her head. It wasn't long until the world as she knew it turned to black and she fell into a dreamless sleep. reply

Feels Blind [08 Nov 2005|10:25am] [ mood | accomplished ] A single droplet of sweat ran from forehead down to nose before dangling on the edge like a suicide victim. Shaking silently as quiet ragged breaths were drawn in and let out slowly. Flickering with golden light that surrounded the figure kneeling there. Head bent low, shoulders held straight as nimble fingers mixed the chosen ingredients together in perfect time. Brows knitted together in a concentration that, should the world vanish around them, they wouldn’t even notice. A skill that was just as useful as it was dangerous. After all, if one didn’t notice things happening around them it left them wide open to attacks. Pad of thumb was drawn across the blade. It didn’t even sting. Why should it when the thing was sharper than a scalpel? Clean, precise, cut. After receiving the dagger as a gift it had stayed virtually in their presence always. It served them well, and in a way, caused them to work harder. Sentimental in the oddest of ways. Crimson tear drop leaked from flesh. Falling into heady mixture with splash. Spraying outwards like the worlds smallest tidal wave. It was then that droplet of sweat gave up and let go. Recklessly diving to spread its life atop the crimson. Forcing the liquid to be absorbed in the thick gooey mixture. It resembled a milkshake gone horribly wrong. Wrong it was not, however. Which was proven after it being stirred and had started to flicker with tiny blue sparks. Small glass was then lifted to parted dry lips and contents were swallowed without being tasted. Hand that held glass unclasped after draining it empty. Eyes instantly turning oily black. Arms falling loosely by sides, head falling back until neck arched and pulse was seen as it thumped with life. Eyes open, staring blankly up at ceiling. Looking but not actually seeing what was in front of them. Windows opened simultaneously, the thump loud enough to rattle the doors on their hinges. Gust of wind swept poltergeist like into the room. Blowing each and every candle out as it passed them over like an omen. Wisps of smoke reaching out like begging arms, desperate to clutch the figure. Room now darkened with an unmistakable chill. Causing their skin to prickle, enough to send a shudder down the spine. Flashes of one image in particular were ringing out loud and clear in their minds eye. Clouding the others as it made its self heard above them. It didn’t make sense to the person, but to the other it would. Once the message was passed on it would become clear. It wasn’t for their own benefit after all. Thus it didn’t have to make sense to them, for it wasn’t their worry. Jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Eyes rolling back into the sockets as body shook with spasms. Then, as if someone had stopped violently shaking them, body fell backwards. Landing solidly against floor. Back of head collided hard enough to snap them out of the trance. Soft grunt was given in back of throat as, blinking rapidly, they sat up once more. Fingers scooping up the cell phone by their side and dialling the number they needed. Quiet raspy voice with its usual undeniable huskiness filled the room, “Katherine, something about a black thing, the shape of those symbols on playing cards. The fuck they called? Diamonds? Whatever it is, it’s something to do with a black diamond? That was all I got, hope it’s useful.” Cell phone was closed and stuffed into their pocket after leaving the voicemail. Laying back down with a sigh on the floor. Eyes closing as body coursed with the remaining tingles from the magicks. It was like having fire in your veins. Scorching you inside, but at a temperature that was just bearable. Just what you craved. Just what your body needed. Or at least, what hers needed. Purity smirked. reply

Cash and Carry [08 Nov 2005|04:32pm] [ mood | drunk ] --Non Journal Entry-- The plane ride had been long and horrendous. She had consistantly watched Saw 2 (which she had thought was better then the original considering it had come out some years before), American Pie and Momma Got Thrown From the Train on the flight over and her head was spinning. Probably because she had decided while she was stuck in the air for umpteenth hours she'd have a couple of drinks. People would think that the food had changed on an airplane in so many years, but it was still the same old rehashed bullshit from before. And so she hadn't really had a full stomach when she had started to consume the alcohol they had offered her. By the end of Throwing Mama from the train she was completely and utterly sauced. And yet she still had several more hours before they touched down. And so Dawn slept. And when she woke up, she was sober and hardly hung over (for which she thanked her lucky stars she wasn't like Buffy in that respect) and stepped off the plane. She had almost forgotten how different the US could be. Going back through customs wasn't even that difficult, but she was still tired and beat and worn. There were flashing lights everywhere. Casinos and she was pretty sure she'd seen a couple hookers walking up and down the block too. That was when Dawn realized she'd never made arrangements to stay anywhere. No hotel was expecting to check her in. No car rental place expecting her to rent a car. She was stuck alone in a place she didn't know. And so Dawn Summers, the littlest Summers did the thing she was best at. She shopped. And when she was done, she found herself a motel out of the way and finally relaxed. Tomorrow she'd get a car and head down to Searchlight, but not perhaps without asking around about the town. Might as well figure out what you're in for. She didn't once pay attention to the voice mail on her phone from a flailing older sister complete with more curse words then Dawn thought Buffy knew. reply

Head Out On The Highway [08 Nov 2005|05:27pm] [ mood | restless ] ***Non-Journal Content*** Jack slowly stood from his crouch, scrubbing his hands over his face to clear away the evidence of his evening meal. He frowned a little as his sharp eyes roamed down over his handiwork - no neat punctures on the neck of this little girl lost, but instead a ragged tear of perforations. The stress of this city was making him feel the wolf much more keenly than he wanted, especially considering it was nowhere near the full of the moon's pull - he was affected in a way he hadn't been in years. He cocked his head to the side, listening as he cast wary glances up and down the alley that ran behind the bar. Satisfied that no one was coming, he kicked the cooling corpse deeper into the shadows, and leaned back against the wall, tilting his head to look up at the sky. The glare of city lights filled the night, drowing out the stars. His nostrils flairing, Jack suppressed a low snarl of frustration. "What in the hell am I doing in this place," he grumbled to himself. Nearly running into his Sire in the Irish countryside had startled him, sure. And she certainly wouldn't expect her predictable pup Jack to come even within several hundred miles of his mortal birthplace. The first chain of red-eye flights he'd been able to find had landed him in Phoenix, and only a week later he was sick of it. Sick of feeling like he wasn't there for the reason he thought he was, but mostly sick of feeling like he was in the wrong place entirely. Aside from noting how the hunting was - and if it was a suitable place to bother claiming a scratch of territory - Jack hadn't bothered to notice much about a place in a long time. But something felt very off about Phoenix. Not about the city itself, but about his being there. As if he was supposed to be somewhere else. It was nothing he could explain to himself, but there was something urging him to move on already, and in a specific direction - to the northwest. Normally, he was as likely as not to ignore such an impulse, just to prove to himself that he was in control, not any fool instincts (no matter what part of him they might come from). But this pull was so strong... Jack took a deep, unneeded breath, tasting the night air. The urge to move wanted him north-west and not north-east, so that was good - not taking him anywhere near Colorado, nowhere near the ranchland where he grew up. And he wasn't ever happy in a city for long, anyway. The work of a few moments would have him a freshly hotwired motorcycle. If the change caught up with him before he got wherever he was going, he'd just keep running on that way, and worry about however farther he had to go when the time came. But the pull was so strong, it couldn't be all that far away. Maybe no more than a night or two of riding, if he could keep a decent speed. This need to be going might not be a bad thing, he decided. He could smell a change in the wind. Interesting times were ahead... reply

Getting Tired Of This [08 Nov 2005|06:33pm] [ mood | irritated ] Devon had done as Hayden had suggested, he had gone home and gotten some sleep though it hadn’t lasted long. He’d dream and those dreams would rapidly turn into nightmares so the werewolf had given up. It was early afternoon by the time he pulled himself from the apartment he shared. A book bag hung over one shoulder and held the books that Hayden had given to him. The patch was slid between the pages of one book as a marker. A page that he would show to Quinn when he came across her. Devon hadn’t bothered with his usual routine so his dark hair hung in loose strands across his face and eyes and his clothes were casual, a far cry from the suit and tie that his job demanded but he hadn't been into work in a while. His vacation days had certainly come in handy just recently. It didn’t take him long to move through the town, the locals seemed to move out of his way as he stalked through the town. The locals had always been wary of Devon and given his poor disposition, wariness had turned to fear as the werewolf could deliver quite the intimidating glare. He found himself stood outside of Kael’s shop and wasted no time in pushing the door open. Quinn had regained most of her equilibrium by the time afternoon rolled around, but it still looked like she was going to have to cross bourbon off of the list as far as drinking went. Or at least not to make her selection from the bottom shelf next time. She was just finishing up with a customer when the bell over the door jingled, and when she recognized Devon her expression flattened out a little. She gave the book bag he was carrying the briefest look, then turned to the customer and offered a smile. "Thank you for your business, come back soon." Opening up the register, she added the cash to the drawer, then closed it with a muted 'ding'. The bell giving its usual cheery jingle made her rub her forehead, but the smile mostly remained in place. "Homework?" the redhead asked once she and Devon were alone. Gesturing at the bag, she added, "I was just about to pour a cup of coffee from the pot in the back, you want one? Have you been doing...better, if not okay?" ( An Assignment Of Sorts ) "Watch your back, Devon," Quinn said softly, watching him leave the shop. The bell jingled again as the door closed, and after a minute she shook her head and went back to work. She'd call Hayden after she closed the shop and see if he had time to talk to her. Then it would probably be time for another round of target practice, provided there was enough daylight left. Whatever was coming, it felt like a big deal. Bands of armed demons didn't just go roaming through a city like Las Vegas unless there was a purpose behind it, and they wouldn't go up against a Slayer without a reason. "Scourge," she muttered, and having a name to attach to those ugly non-faces she'd seen on Bethany's security tape helped somehow. Made her more focused on what would need doing when the time came. "It fits. Truth in advertising, I guess." Coffee. She needed more coffee. It was going to be a long few hours before the workday was over. reply

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