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[12 Sep 2006|04:16pm] |
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Grace could practically feel the seconds passing as she peeled the label off of her beer bottle, forming a little pile of paper in front of her on the table. It was almost like a meditation, the amount of concentration she was putting into removing every scrap from the cold glass.
Waiting.
( Something for You, Something for Me. )
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| The Advice of Leaving Friends |
[12 Sep 2006|08:27pm] |
After the voicemail to Matthew, the only thing Rhiannon wanted was to get the hell out of Searchlight. If she didn’t do it fast, chances were her head would explode. Or worse, she’d make someone else’s do it for her.
In the diner bathroom, she washed her hands and scrubbed old makeup off her face. As she dried off, all Rhiannon could think of was the vampire, Grace. She’d been right under her goddamn nose, practically sharing a front porch with her. Not just any front porch, but Matthew’s, and it was clear that Grace had been there before.
He was a grown man; more than that, he was her watcher. But Matthew had also become family. There was no way Rhiannon would let a vampire hurt him, or take him. Even if it meant making a complete bitch of herself. Even if it meant being a hypocrite.
Rhiannon was the kind of woman who stewed. She was also impulsive, and hanging onto all the words flying through her brain was killing her. She turned her cell phone off so she wouldn’t call him and start lecturing to his voicemail all over again.
A cup of coffee and she’d get out of town.
She collapsed in her old favorite booth and squinted out the window. Someone’s profile and posture caught her eye. Rhiannon rapped hard on the window and waved.
Kris had done all that needed to be done, which included talking to Matthew via the phone and dropping notes off for the people she couldn't see. She was on her way to catch a bus that would take her out of Searchlight. She never figured she'd be leaving of her own accord. She'd always imagined dying whilst saving the world or something heroic like that.
Funny how the word turned you upside down and inside out.
She was knocked out of reverie by a sudden loud rapping and upon turning her head she sighted Rhiannon. "Just the woman I wanted to see." She made her way towards the diner, pausing outside to tie Eddy up and to offer up stern instructions. "Watch my bag."
Eddy just stared at her, panted a little then barked, which had Kris rolling her eyes. "Dumb mutt," she muttered affectionately as she rubbed a hand over his head and then she started into the diner.
She found her way to where Rhiannon sat and slid into the booth opposite her. "Hey."
“Hey.” Rhiannon drew her knees up and nodded at the dog playing guard. “You taking a trip?”
( You're Going Your Way, I'm Going Mine )
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| So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye |
[12 Sep 2006|09:38pm] |
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[note: set before Hannah dropped off the note]
Julie had called Devon the morning after her return to 2010 to let him know she was back and what had happened, and to confirm they were still on for their normal training session. She'd missed the other werewolf, who had settled comfortably in her mind in the 'older brother' slot.
Instead of confirming a time to hook up for training, Devon wanted her to come over to his apartment as he had something he needed to talk with her about. It struck her as odd since she'd hardly ever been to his apartment; it just wasn't something they did.
Julie wondered about the reason behind the request as she walked the short distance from the lighthouse to Devon's apartment. It was a beautiful morning, and relatively cool which made the walk a very pleasant one despite her concern.
She walked up the stairs to his apartment and rapped her knuckles on the door once she'd reached the top.
Devon had fallen into a quiet mood after departing from Hannah, he'd spent his tears on the long walk he'd taken and he was now empty. Calm enough to face what had to be done. Rebecca had already begun back and Devon was to follow after her.
His things, the important things, had been packed into one simple bag and he'd instructed his room-mate to donate the rest to charity or something. Devon had arrived in Searchlight with one bag, it seemed fitting to do the same on his departure.
Devon's room was now empty, void of his presence and the apartment seemed almost alien without his things littered here and there but he supposed absence really did change a great deal. When the knock at the door came, he brushed his hands off and opened up the door.
( non journal entry )
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[12 Sep 2006|09:48pm] |
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------ Non Journal Entry ------
Joseph’s feet were dragging, slow, one trudge at a time as he moved across black tarmac and he trailed after the long stream of people exiting the airplane.
He was back in Vegas but his shoulders were three times heavier than they had been when he’d left. So much for vacations.
His eyes were shaded by thick dark panes of glass and his hair was pulled back and tied loosely with a brown band. His shoulder was wrapped with a bandage and his mood was sombre, there was work to be done after all.
Joseph paused beside the metal detector and shed his rings like a snake shed its skin and handed his bag over to be checked. He then exhaled a breath as he stepped through and the machine was silent and when his bag finally came through on the other side; he slung it over his shoulder and continued on through easing his rings back on.
Rotating belt offered up his suitcase and Joseph merely collected and spared little to no glance around himself. The automatic doors slid open and Joseph instantly lit up a cigarette and let the burning embers soothe his troubled thoughts and his weary soul, if all else failed, he could always smoke himself to death.
A shrill ringing interrupted his thoughts and Joseph pulled his phone from his pocket and he muttered. “Yeah I’m home and yeah I’m on my way there, I’ll call you when I’ve talked to him. See where things stand.” The next sequences of the conversation were all in thick deep throated Italian, the kind of words that grated over Joseph’s vocal chords.
Eventually the conversation ebbed and Joseph blew out a stream of smoke then flicked the butt end of his cigarette away as he circled his car and opened up the trunk. His luggage was tossed inside and the bag slung into the depths until searched for another packet of cigarettes.
Fingers secured the packet, hand closed the trunk and lighter had the tip burning red against the black of the deserted airport parking lot. He sniffed, inhaled the smoke and then with long confident strides slid in behind the wheel to start the engine and twist the radio on.
Joseph paused, contemplated his phone for a long moment until opening it and dialling a number. The long dial tones were torture on Earth and he wasn’t sure what was worse, an actual response or the answering machine. “Rhi, it’s Joseph. I just got back into town and I was ringing to check if you got home okay and to say that I miss you and I love you, so call me back, I’ll be around.”
With message left, Joseph tossed the phone onto the nearby passenger seat and pulled the car away from the lot. He had somewhere he needed to be.
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