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Confrontation [15 Oct 2006|12:03am] Grace was the sort that, when she got it into her head to do something, she usually ended up doing it. So once she got herself together after Reverie's abrupt departure from The Basement, she set about tracking the young investigator down. So that she could apologize properly. When she got the name of the right hotel, through a couple of hours of checking by phone, she trucked on over there and then up the stairs, mumbling to herself loudly enough that she drew stares. "I'm really so very sorry, if you'd just given me a second to fuckin' explain, it would have been fine. Five minutes, that's all I want, c'mon..." Deep, unneeded breath at the door, then a brisk knock. Dyan had been dozing on the couch when the knock came and a glance at the clock told her it was entirely too early for any kind of business meeting. She hadn't ordered room service and the maid carts didn't come around until well after sunrise. A baffled look crossed her face as she raked her hair back and hoisted herself up to go answer the door. It swung open silently to reveal the very object of her deepest hatred, at the moment anyway. A cold stare greeted Grace along with a curt, "Can I help you?" It wouldn't do to cause a scene in the hallway, not yet anyway. ( Battle Of The Snark ) ( I'll Make Up My Own Mind ) ( Come In, Let The Fight Begin ) reply

Call Back [15 Oct 2006|12:45am] [ mood | cheerful ] True to her word, Purity called the hotel that Deanna was supposed to be staying in. Making sure she had the correct place she declined the offer to connect the call to the woman's room. Instead she waited until mid day and called back. If the woman had drank as much as she had appeared too she would have still been sleeping it off. That was why she was only calling back just now, a little after four o'clock. When she asked to be connected the man put her through, the line now ringing in her ear as she walked out of a coffee shop, sipping from a foam cup. Deanna grumbled and pulled the mask off her eyes as she awoke to the shrill ring emanating from the bed-side table phone. One yellow eye peered at the alarm clock, and fangs snapped at the intrusion. Who the fuck was calling her in the afternoon? The vampiress was sure she'd put a 'do not rescusitate' before dark order on her room at the concierge desk. “Somebody’s not gonna see the midnight hour," she groused, a moment before picking up the phone. "Yeah?" she mumbled into the receiver. "Sorry, I thought you'd be awake. Just calling to see you made it home alright?" Shit, she'd just started Deanna's day off with a hangover. Well, she had been requested to call her, at least she'd held off. Sipping her coffee, Purity walked down the street, stopping to gaze in a shop window at nothing in particular. "I can call back later if you want." The voice rattled. Purity. Damn, she'd forgotten. Okay, Deanna hoped she'd have called before the sun crept into the morning sky, and the lack of a message made her think the dark-haired woman wasn't as 'pure' or forthright as her first impression implied. Nope. She was just being cordial, the redhead assumed. To give someone a chance to 'sleep it off'. "No! Oh gosh, no," she quickly countered. "I, uh..." Quick, make something up. Think like a middle-aged woman who just took a baby step out of the closet, got way too drunk for her own good and keep her on the phone. "I woke up earlier but was kinda, well, sick ya know? So I laid back down and..."Deanna made effort to blow out unneeded breath. "Okay, I'm hung-over. That'll teach me. But I'm really glad you called." ( Talk of Coffee ) "Wouldn't want that." Purity chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll see what she says, I think you'll like Victoria, she's great." The smile was genuine, so was her statement. The Vampire was just so easy to talk to, that sometimes you just forgot what she was. "Victoria? Pretty name "Not exactly what Deanna had set out to do, but she was a chaotic demon at heart. Maybe she wouldn't win the bet, but she'd get her fun in other ways. "Okay, so why don't you call me after you've touched base?" She stood now, stretched her legs out. The sun would be setting in two hours. The redhead decided to get an early start, order a pot of coffee and watch Ellen. Then a quick jaunt to the shops to find something... appropriate for their impending coffee date. "If I'm not here, just leave a message, k?" "Will do." Purity took a deep breath of fresh air. God did she love October. The smells, the crisp air, the bite of frost. Earthy and real. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Deanna." Purity felt good. She'd made a friend and arranged a coffee... Thing. reply

Conversations With Dead People [15 Oct 2006|03:05pm] [ mood | aggravated ] What Grace disliked the most, what she really hated, was feeling like Katherine was pretending to be all reasonable now, as if having Deanna break the news that she was supposed to be out of Las Vegas by thus-and-such a time was her way of being polite. Fuck that shit. Fuck it to death. It had been dark for a few hours when she knocked on the door of Tristan's apartment, basically calm despite the fact that she'd already dug her heels in. She'd carved out a nice chunk of unlife here in the city, and she had no intention of going anywhere. She just had to be smart, be smart and make plans. ( Knock, Knock...Guess Who?Adult Content: Sexuality ) "Of course," Tristan said. He closed himself off from the inner pain and turmoil. It was better to think about the goal at hand. "I'm looking forward to it," he assured her. "Anything to help a friend." He gave her a little wink, clinked her glass again, and then downed his own. Friend. Well, maybe. They'd see. Grace tossed back the rest of her drink, slouched against the cushion. She could use more friends anyway. More friends and fewer enemies. She could work on it. reply

Meet the Matriarch [15 Oct 2006|05:13pm] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | CCR - Born on the Bayou ] GW had bowed to the inevitable: His great aunt would not leave until she'd met Meredith and had a chance to see her for herself. That had turned out not to be an easy task. Meredith had been a hard lady to get hold of for a while and he'd been worried about her, then he'd received the voicemail to meet her over at the motel and that had him even more worried. Now he wasn't so much worried about her, he fully supported her in her vendetta against Bowman as long as they exhausted legal channels first. He was a bit worried about what his aunt might think, but there was no helping that. What would happen would happen and there was nothing he could do. Tante Marie had been cooking all morning ever since he'd arranged the dinner between the three of them to let her meet Meredith. The smells of good old fashioned cajun cooking made his mouth water, and reminded him of Sunday dinners at her home in his childhood. He made one last sweep of the trailer to make sure everything was in its proper place. GW wasn't going to have his girlfriend (there hadn't been any 'official' declaration but thats how he thought of her) be introduced to the family matriarch in a messy home. [OOC: Thread open to Meredith and Tante Marie] 30 comments | reply

A Fortuitous Walk by the Water [15 Oct 2006|06:58pm] Water, water everywhere... The Lamiae were very at home with the element of water. In Las Vegas there was an open-air show composed of choreographed fountain displays. Anyone could see it. Even drivers were tempted to pull over and take the sheer breath-taking sight of it all in. So it was that Erato stood amongst the crowd in silent admiration of the way fluids jumped and sprayed in synchronized dance to the music. To the casual eye, she appeared like any other woman, possessed of two legs and carrying with her something of a regal air. Not her true form. Not the one old friends might know her best by... Walking at night was one of the Dealmaker’s favored activities. It allowed him to get out and stretch his legs, to breathe in the cool air with its scents of people and food and traffic at idle, and to be introduced to potential new contacts among the tourists. This was hardly the place to market himself. Outside the Bellagio, everyone walked in singles or clusters of two, three, four... They tipped their heads back and watched with round-eyed awe the magnificent bursts of water that reached over two hundred feet in the air, and came down again amidst arcs of colored light and trumpeting orchestral music. Even the most jaded of Las Vegas locals could not deny the magic created, each time the quarter-mile display came on against the backdrop of the hotel. As if answering to a tune of Rachmaninov’s that played, Darian walked out of the resort with hands in trouser pockets and joined the crowd outside. He loved the greed of the place, the casino especially with its hopeful moments and all the crash landings, but even he found the din to be a bit much at times. This was a city full of beautiful women. If a man let his eyes wander after every enticing pair of legs that passed him by, he would find himself making little progress, other than just turning in circles. Darian didn’t have much interest in most humans, but in amongst this crowd, it was a particular fragrance that piqued his interest. It was familiar but untraceable, even as he did turn in that typically masculine circle. Whether by female intuition or a more magical variety of awareness, Erato found a cause to glance over shoulder and in the direction of the one who would seek her. Her gaze was a mixture of the predatory and curious, although more the latter than former, for the present time being. As once happened in Egypt, the feminine brunette found cause to linger visual appraisal upon one male in particular, not quite placing who he was, at first. One hand was busying itself absently at the necklace she wore. One of apparent teeth fashioned out of onyx, pointed and sharp. Fingertips whitening upon each careful impression it made in skin, measured and precise. Then, finding an old memory beginning to stir, she turned more fully and made her way slowly towards him. "Ah, yes..." Recognized she with a graceful smile. "Less rust and more oil, these days, I see..." ( I Remember You ) ( Clues About Wolfram and Hart ) ( Keep Your Sword to Yourself ) reply

Back To Work [15 Oct 2006|08:28pm] [ mood | excited ] Keys jangling from his fingers, Tristan emerged from his apartment dressed for work in leather pants, jacket, and riding boots. He was whistling softly as he walked out to the lot where his Harley was parked. He had to chuckle slightly when he saw it. Maybe it was the way the street light was shining, or maybe he still had sleepy eyes, but Tristan could swear that his bike had suddenly changed from black to green in color. He rubbed his eyes a few times and shook his head with a small laugh, and then dropped his leg over the comforting seat. In no time at all, he was enjoying the cool night breeze in his hair and against his skin as he sped his way to Vegas. He was right on time, as he always was when business was involved. Parking the motorcycle at a valet spot, Tristan warned them that there better not be a scratch when he returned for it. The young men nodded gravely and promised to take good care of his prized possession. They saw all kinds in their line of work, a lot of assholes and freaks, but something about Tristan made them a bit wary, and took any smart ass comments right out of their mouths. The bar wasn't your typical tourist hang out. Invited guests only, and Tristan was more then invited. He was on the list. The important list. ( Read more... ) reply

Meeting and Greeting [15 Oct 2006|11:20pm] [ mood | excited ] Deciding on the rather large, Halloween decorated coffee shop a few blocks away, Purity snapped open her phone and dialled the number she knew. Victoria, would hopefully agree. Who didn't like decorated, dark and festively sinister cafés? The air was sharp and crisp. The smell of crumbling dead leaves and gritty street all mingled together. Purity loved it. The phone began to ring and she held it closer to her ear. The witch's breath blowing out in soft white puffs as she waited on the street for the vampiress to pick up. Victoria had been supervising. Fang Noir was designed with darkened themes in mind and that date, whilst perhaps not strictly truthful, in regards to what it purported to deal with, would be a highlight. She was devising something viciously spectacular for that evening and it all needed to be planned out in detail. Then she heard the telephone. Still at her desk in the private sanctum of office, Vicky turned away from her computer and picked the receiver up. "Hello?" Purity grinned when she heard the voice, "Well hey. Listen, my friend wants to meet you, we were hoping you'd come along to the coffee shop a few blocks from my hotel. Bean Scene, you can't miss it, decorated all to hell for October." Purity stepped back as some kid ran in front of her with a mask on. His mother chasing after him and calling out. A new friend was interested in meeting her? How... Fun, thought Victoria, with an instinctive twirl of lengthy black tresses around one finger. An unavoidable smile coming to her lips at the suggestion of it. Vicky, though, needed to remind herself that Purity was not Deanna and would probably not be interested in bringing her pretty necks to feed on. Probably. It might have been as innocent as knowing what she owned. There were any number of explanations for it. "OK..." She answered, successfully baited. "Is that tonight, butterfly?" "Yes, it is, we'll just meet you there around..." Glancing at her wrist she remembered she didn't wear a watch. So instead she asked someone passing what the time was. six thirty. "Meet you there around eight tonight." It was clear that Purity was enjoying herself. Someone wanted to meet her girlfriend. Who knew what could happen? It would be fun anyway. "Alright, I better get going, see you tonight, Victoria." The witch was buzzing. Someone would see that she, Purity, had someone that wanted her. It was thrilling in a sense she'd never felt it before. She hung up after wards and called Deanna, leaving her a message. "Deanna, hey... It's Purity. Listen, Victoria is going to meet us at Bean Scene around eight o'clock, I'll probably get there early to meet and greet, so if you need help getting there just call. See you then." Her cell was closed again and Purity made her way home. (Thread open to Victoria, Deanna and Purity) 38 comments | reply

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