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Goodbyes [22 Oct 2006|06:17pm] [ mood | calm ] ( Letter left at Julie's place of work ) reply

Blood [22 Oct 2006|07:24pm] [ mood | crushed ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The apartment was silent – silent except for the short ragged breathing and the harsh desperate pulls on the end of cigarettes. Glass littered the ground, splinters of wood clung to the golden brown skin of Joseph’s hands and blood littered his injured knuckles. Tears lined his cheeks and bile had left a sour tang in the back of his throat, he’d lost track of time; hadn’t been aware of much anything beyond the pain in his heart and the stab in his gut. Smoke escaped from the corners of his lips and his hand shook every time he brought the filter end of the cigarette to inhale one more choking breath. It had been hours since he’d gotten the news and he still hadn’t accepted it. He’d even gone as far as to call her but the phone had just rang off until the sound was like an echo in his mind and it ached, god, it ached. Joseph had already lost his father to this and now he’d lost his mother and he was a mangled mess of emotions. There was anger; there was pain, there was so much grief, and far too much frustration. He’d worked so hard to keep her safe but now she was gone and he knew who was responsible for it and he knew what needed to be done. One more exhalation of smoke and slow push of his fingers through his hair had Joseph trying to pull himself together. He rocked back, skull connected with the wall with a single dull thud and entire body shook with a broken sounding cry. One single flick of his tongue across his lip and Joseph’s eyes were closing and his mouth was parting into a soft whisper of a prayer; sent to the heavens above, for his mother and for what needed to be done after the proper arrangements had been made. Blood was thicker than water. reply

Smoking [22 Oct 2006|08:23pm] [ mood | horny ] [ music | AC/DC - Highway to Hell ] Leah stood just outside Fang Noir in the alley, indulging in a cigarette in between shows. Business had picked up with the coming of Halloween season and they were doing three sets a night instead of two. The young hybrid still enjoyed her job and coworkers quite a bit. Sure some of them were undead and all (like her boss and her boss's friend Deanna) but they seemed to firmly place her in the 'No-bite' category. As long as things stayed that way they were pretty cool. The dances were interesting, it seemed like there was a different theme every few weeks. Now they were full swing into a general Halloween theme with a naughty twist and Leah was still dressed in her outfit. The corset built into her sexy witches' outfit was pretty tight but she could still dance in it and that was all that mattered. Besides, it gave the guys that much more of an eyeful and it was fun making them squirm. Victoria had wanted a test. It wasn't the proper theme, not quite yet. That would be for the singular night in question and the decorations at this time were more tentative than they would appear in their full glory. After all, she couldn't arrange the reanimated skeletons yet. At least one visitor, though, did bring with them a certain darkened atmosphere. In a place like that, she known as Elfleda required no disguise. She could appear in full regalia and be treated as someone with simply a very effective costume. How little they knew... But she was seeking a very specific employee. It was difficult to get out the back for most, but Elfleda knew precisely what to say to allow herself to gain favor and exit through the fire escape doors. "Hello," she greeted the girl in English voice, offering a ghost of a smile as she stepped over. "That was quite the show you put on..." ( Got a smoke? ) ( What would you wish for? ) "Have fun, won't you?" Elfleda stood there, watching the girl walk on, exiting through the doors. After something like that, Leah would revel in her newly corrupted nature, doing as and when she pleased to. The world was hers and she knew it. Everything was for the taking. Of course, a few days hence, perhaps a week or more, depending on how the change might take hold, morality would come, once more. Stealing, rape, murder and just about any other sin her blackened little heart might now care to indulge in... The guilt of it all would come flooding back. But until that time, life was to be enjoyed. Then Elfleda would come, ready to give the girl that fatalistic, addictive 'fix' again... To draw closed the curtains on guilt. To show the dear creature what she could again be. To give her power. "I'll be waiting..." All eyes were on Leah. None saw Elfleda drift into blackness and sink into the floor. reply

Not the Average Diner Experience [22 Oct 2006|10:39pm] Byron could practically smell pancakes on the walk to the Nugget after his night shift at the 76. The one thing that the werewolf enjoyed more than anything was a gigantic stack of pancakes smothered in syrup to finish off his night of long boring work at the service station. A hot breakfast in the morning was truly the one thing to look forward to after getting off shift. Hands in his pockets, Byron meandered along the road until he got to the small casino and diner, surprised that there were so many vehicles in the parking lot. When he entered the building, he found himself a booth at the back of the restaurant and slid in, the chain connected to his wallet clinking loudly as it hit against the side of the table. He was lucky to even get this seat, as everything else had been taken. He guessed everyone else in the area had the same idea as he did. A coffee was ordered and the werewolf held up the menu, wondering if he should go for pancakes like he originally intended, or mix it up a bit and go for eggs benny instead. Conundrum, indeed. The problem with living in a trailer after years in and out of big houses was the general feel of claustrophobia that could set in after fifteen straight hours indoors. A long summer of working on the place had gotten the living area and bedroom into perfect shape, and the bathroom in decent condition. The kitchen needed a lot of work and finding himself lacking an ability to sleep, Aidan had spent all night working on stripping faded linoleum to be replaced with ceramic tile he had gotten a deal on; some developer outside of Vegas had ordered too much, and when a housing development plan fell through, had been looking to let it go cheap. Aidan had lucked out, even though it added much to his workload. Once it hit six AM, he was wired. Too much coffee, too little rest, and a long night of inhaling grouting fumes left him a little worse for wear, and some early morning spellwork had come out a dud. A quick shower and he decided he had to get out, if only for a little while. Too early to visit friends, and the shop wasn’t even open yet. There was really only one place to go: the Nugget. Sitting quiet in far back booth, he barely noticed as the single empty table behind him was filled by an unassuming man. A notebook on the table filled with his scrawled spells and a cup of rapidly cooling tea to take the edge of the caffeine he had been consuming all night, he was in his own little world. ( A Little Something Extra ) ( Oops ) ( Answers ) ( Liam and the Ghost ) ( Bits and Pieces ) reply

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