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Hardest Thing [02 Sep 2006|09:52pm] [ mood | sad ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ You’d think the hardest thing after telling Hayden would be gathering the courage to pack up her things but as it turns out the hardest thing was telling Hayden. Don’t get her wrong, it is hard, picking out her possessions and separating herself from the only man that had ever loved all of her and not just the parts he liked. Turns out she can’t do it quickly, she goes painstakingly slow until she’s sure the hours have ticked by and all she’s got packed is one suitcase. It’s a lot more than she had when she first came to Searchlight but it’s hard to make it into anything more. His pendant’s warm against her skin, she can feel the pulse of her heart under the gold and she knows a part of him will always be with her. She’s hoping for something, she doesn’t know what it is. Maybe she’s hoping he will join her or maybe she’s hoping he lives a good life. It’s hard to tell. She just sort of sits on the bed, eyes fixed firmly upon the suitcase and she just keeps staring. Like it holds all the answers to the questions she’s always asked. She won’t stop being a Slayer just because she’s away from Searchlight; she’ll just have new demons to kill with no one at her back. No Hayden, they’ll be nothing except responsibility and family. Kris unwinds the leather from around her neck, caresses the very thing that had kept her safe for so long and presses a lingering kiss to the stone before settling it upon a pillow and she does much the same with her Katana. A note’s tucked in alongside which reads: “These kept me safe when I needed to be safe, take them and use them. Use them to keep safe and never forget that no matter what happens I love you and I’m yours. Only yours. – Kris” Her neck felt empty but she has Hayden’s necklace and really it’s all she needs, least until …well she doesn’t know what. She knows when to take comfort from small things. “Come on Eddy, we’ve got a few stops to make.” She whistles sharply and her dog comes running and soon Kris takes her leave. Kris has a few more people to see before she’s gone from the Nevada state, it’s a long way back to Chicago and she’ll feel every one of those miles. reply

Closer [02 Sep 2006|10:13pm] [ mood | working ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The phone is ringing, Matthew can hear the beat of his heart in his head and he's got a finger curled around another. Maybe he's praying and maybe he's hoping that it'll be alright and all the things his father told him aren't true. He knows deep down inside that he's lying to himself but it's okay, sometimes it doesn't hurt. Then a familiar voice picks up but something's not right, "Brian here." "Bri, it's Matthew." He goes for casual, he hopes he's getting it right but it's hard to tell. He's just that emotionally invested in this. This is Brian, his friend from since forever and yet he has to finish what has already started. There's a pause, almost as if the demon inside of his friend is calculating his next move. Finally it speaks, "Matt, well hey." If he hadn't known what he knows then Matthew might have fallen for it but as it is he knows everything. "How's things?" Yeah, keep it casual and pretend like you're not clamouring for location. "Not bad," Brian returns. So that's how it's going to be, short and precise, well fine then. "Good to hear. So ...what's happening in your life?" Give him the rope and hopefully he'll hang himself. Another long considerable pause and then a slow, "I'm actually in Vegas. Taking some time out you know?" Matthew nods his head, glancing over his shoulder as the luminous glow of a nearby sign lights up the small dark corner he resides within. "Yeah I know how that goes, never hurts to unwind." He pauses now, gives the silence a few meaningful seconds before speaking up. "Considering you're in town, you want to meet up? Maybe reminisce about old times?" The Watcher narrows his blue eyes as he strains to hear for background sound because he knows the demon won't allow Brian to meet him, it'll be too close and demons always look after themselves. "Sorry Matt, I'm kinda busy. Maybe another time?" Brian offers rather lamely, the panic is setting in. Matthew hears applause, a rattle of machines and an announcer saying something about Caesar's Palace and Matthew just sort of smiles. "Oh yeah sure whatever, I'll see you next time." With that he hangs up, ends the call and turns to the notepad he's got in his hand and he circles the location out of many he's already scratched off. reply

Closed Door [02 Sep 2006|10:37pm] [ mood | blank ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ In this world it’s as if the rest of society no longer exists. The door’s closed and that’s it, there’s no more right and wrong. All there is is the justice that the family decides is right. It doesn’t matter if it’s illegal or just plain crazy. What matters is that it works and that it works well. He’d almost forgotten what it was like to be wrapped up in that insanity. The kicker is that to them, the offshoot of fathers and brothers all within the same family is that all of this is normal. Normal is discussing plans to kill another human being; normal is pushing drugs, running guns and laughing at every cheesy Mafia movie except for the Godfather movies. Most of the men agree that they're a good series and well worth the watch. Joseph never thought he’d be right back where he started but he is and he’s been accepted back in with open welcoming arms. This is what happens when someone asks a favour and contacts your mother knowing that family’s always come first. His father’s brother needed him and who was he to say no to his uncle? With all the welcomes aside and the history of his absence covered he knows it’s time to buckle down and ask the question he’s been dying to ask since his mother told him. “What do you want me to do?” reply

Strange Company [02 Sep 2006|10:50pm] [ mood | mellow ] Rent was due and her bitch of a landlord had upped it by another hundred and Jesse god bless her cotton socks just couldn't cover it with the jobs she did at the newspapers. So it was time for Eden to go back to work, time for her to make the kind of money that Jesse Cervantes could only dream of making. Eden made what? Five hundred bucks a night and that was almost a month's paycheque. Whatever man, she'd worry about the dynamics later. For now, she had to get Eden working again so she was back at the club talking to the duty manager. The person that got left in charge when the other manager was too busy or plain lazy to get his ass into work. Seems that business was lacking without Eden and they were more than happy to have her back. "What kind of shifts would she be expected to work?" Jesse inquired, arching a slender eyebrow and leaning ever so casually against the wall. Veronica answered, "Late nights mostly. You know the clientele, Jesse. I'm thinking ten till four." Good time, most of the men were a little looser with their cash around that time and the rate of pay tended to go through the roof for overnight work. Jesse nodded her head, "Hours sound fine but what days? You know she can't do Mondays." The other woman nodded her head, "Yeah I know. How does Thursday to Saturday sound?" Jesse pulled out a small notepad, making a brief note of that and then nodding her head, "She should be available but I'll have to check and get back to you." Hunting. Tracking. Stalking. Use whatever word you wanted, it was all the same. Grace mostly just called it trolling. She'd been paying visits to Life's Retreat every few nights, keeping it random to avoid suspicion. Thus far, she had yet to spot anyone named Eden, stripper or otherwise. Didn't matter. She was still healing, the flesh beneath her black T shirt pinkish and still vulnerable, the broken ribs just mended. If she couldn't hunt, she might as well troll. ( Stalker ) Jesse sipped at her beer, writing off the other woman's presence for the moment as she allowed her body to unwind. It was like every muscle had caused protest at the exact same time. She was contemplating another visit to her masseuse, she was in Jesse's mind a miracle worker. She finished up her beer then packed away the things she had taken out of her bag then slid to her feet. The denim that had been abandoned was slid on over her arms again and tugged around the hourglass curves she was in possession of. One more glance at the pale skinned woman that had asked her for the time and then Jesse was heading out. Jesse had herself a warm bed and a nice apartment, she didn't know of anywhere else she wanted to be. Grace watched her go in the mirror, her own head slightly ducked as she took another swig of beer. She'd finish this drink and then clear out. At least now she had something to tell Riverson later, something for him to go on if he wanted to pursue this on his own. Whatever his reasons were. "Good night and good luck to you, darlin'," she said in a low voice, lifting her bottle to her mouth as she offered the woman an anonymous toast. "That one might be a bad fella to get annoyed at you." reply

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