| Scratching One Another's Backs |
[27 Oct 2006|01:41am] |
All she wanted was a fight.
A simple request, really. Rhiannon gave the invitation in a way most vampires couldn’t refuse. She rolled down her car window, leaned out, and snapped her fingers at the demon tearing out a showgirl’s throat. “Hey!” When he turned around, she lobbed a switchblade at his head and listened for the obligatory thunk.
There went binocular vision.
But she didn’t expect him to take off running, for god’s sake. Give a vampire some pain to contend with, usually it just set them off worse. It was the smell of competition in the air. Apparently all this vampire smelled was the piss running down his pant leg.
“Well what the fuck?” She put the car in gear and took off. The alley behind the Basement was too narrow for an erratic chase scene. She clipped her mirror on a pile of liquor boxes and sent the whole stack bouncing behind her taillights. The vamp veered left. She slammed on brakes, threw the Nissan in reverse, and gunned it again.
He was running straight for a dead end, and every step of the way, Rhiannon’s bumper kissed his heels. It didn‘t look like the bastard was going to let up. It was one thing to run a bloodsucker down. Another thing entirely to have a head-on collision with a brick wall in your only mode of transportation.
“Shit..!” She drove her brake pedal to the floor, braced for impact, and squealed to a noisy, fishtailing stop.
Rubber stank up the air. Rhiannon’s bumper had missed the wall by a good three inches... But not the vampire’s knees, which were pinned between unforgiving car and even less forgiving building.
She climbed out and surveyed the damage over the open car door. Gave the screaming vampire the sort of look an elder sibling might give. “See? This is what happens when you pussyfoot around.”
Elsewhere in the city, another vampire was surveying the inter-cut of various streets from rooftop. It was a process Katherine had done almost countless times before, but Las Vegas was big and she was out on the prowl for someone very specific. She had narrowed down her quarry's general location, but needed to know all possible routes, both in and out.
Then came the commotion... Sounds of panic and speed, calculated to draw her like a shark to bloodied whale.
Turning, it didn't take her long to get there. She really wasn't all that far away and, getting in position, saw a sight guaranteed to make her smile.
"That's my girl..." She admired, watching her favorite Slayer taunt bulldozed victim. A tactic not too unlike the variety Katherine favored.
Dropping herself to ground level, the more undead of two female brunettes landed in cat-like suspension, allowing frame and tendons to take the inertia of the fall; negating all sound with practiced technique. It was now second-nature to the huntress. Had been for decades.
But this time, crossing arms under chest, it was evident Katherine was not here to attack a Slayer for food. Her body language was neutral, not geared for conflict.
"Nine outta' ten for creativity," the vampiress greeted. "First time I seen a Slayer tryin' to stake someone with a car."
( You Kill Something of Mine... )
( I Kill Something of Yours )
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[27 Oct 2006|12:29pm] |
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| Good morning, Sunshine. |
[27 Oct 2006|05:17pm] |
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The sun had been up for an hour. Normally the days made Grace sluggish and sleepy, but she was hanging on until she could check off one more item on her to-do list. Kicked back in a chair, the vampire watched the numbers change on the digital clock, then picked up the phone.
"Wonder if he'll try and buck me," she muttered, punching in the digits. "Won't be surprise if he does. Let's find out."
When the ringing began, she said, "Levi Bowman, this is your wake-up call."
Levi had been home for about an hour.
The previous night's shift drawled on for what seemed like forever. It had been an entire night of chasing deliquent kids around and confiscating their fireworks. That was the one thing about the end of October. Kids seemingly managed to get their hands on any form of illegal firework they possibly could; and even the legal kinds were being set off in ways which had people calling the police at the sound of every last bang or screech.
However, the entire shift had provided Levi with his own personal supply of Roman candles and firecrackers, so really, it wasn't such a bad tradeoff.
He'd been sitting on his couch winding down from his shift before he decided to make some breakfast, when his phone rang. He wasn't expecting a call from anyone, but half wondered to himself if may have been Chloe looking for an update on her father's case. He shrugged off that possibility and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hello, sunshine. Guess who this is?"
( Rise n' shine, an eye for an eye. )
"I'll touch base with you later," he told her after he finished yawning.
"I'll be checking my messages before I leave," Grace affirmed. She'd probably drop Tristan a line before she crashed, at least leave him a message. The chess pieces were being set up; she only needed a few more moves to get to checkmate.
"Sleep well, sunshine. I'll talk to you soon."
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| HALLO'GREEN PARTY! |
[27 Oct 2006|07:08pm] |
Upstairs in Lorne's loft, chaos ensued...
"Lorne, get your chicken-shit green ass out here right now or I am coming in there after you!" Meredith, dressed rather lusciously as Daisy Duke, yelled at the bathroom door.
"I'm not coming out!" the demon cried back.
"NOW, Lorne."
Slowly, and carefully, the bathroom door opened, and Lorne, reluctant and incredibly abashed, stepped out into the hallway.
"Oh my God!" Meredith laughed, hands going to her mouth to further stop her giggles, but it was no use.
"Say one word, and I'm going to kill you," the demon deadpanned, standing in all his glory in his Superman costume.
"You even put the little curl in your hair!" Meredith cried as she pointed to his forehead. She stomped her feet on the ground repeatedly as she giggled hysterically.
Lorne scowled. "You're dead."
Meredith, however, could not contain her mirth. Her eyes moved southward to just below his yellow belt, eyebrow perked and smirk creeping across her face. "My my, we sure fill out that costume quite nicely, don't we?"
"I could say the same thing about that shirt, Breasty McChesty," the demon countered. "How does your boyfriend feel about your tarty little ensemble?" He grabbed the edges of his flowing red cape and pulled it around infront in his own embarassment.
"He hasn't seen it yet," she told him with a grin, then grabbed the demon's hand and pulled him towards the door. "He'll love it. Now c'mon, your people await you, SuperGreen."
"I'm never talking to you again," the demon pouted as he was dragged towards the door.
Downstairs in the club, the music throbbed, the people danced, and the alcohol flowed. Every type of human, demon, and beastie alike dressed up in costumes ranging from the ordinary to the extraordinary, some of which were so good it was hard to tell whether or not they were real or fake.
A good turn out, to say the least. Hallo'green 2010 was going to be an incredible party, no doubt about that.
[THREAD: Open to everyone!]
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| Mail Call for Destiny |
[27 Oct 2006|11:00pm] |
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Aidan didn’t have the best track record with taking chances. They had a good habit of going bad for him when he tried. There was the mini-mart. And the protection spell on Emmy. The church, with Mercy.
And, most glaringly obvious in recent days, the Fourth of July.
But he couldn’t resist them. It was a flaw, if nothing else. He had to learn to live with the fact that on occasion, he would just go momentarily insane and take a chance that would probably lead to ruin. It wasn’t all bad, though; if it weren’t for taking chances, he wouldn’t have thought to help Elliot. The ghost had been slipping in and out these past few days, seeming cheerful and certain he would soon hit on a piece of his body.
Aidan hoped that he would, but in the mean time, there was another stupid chance to be taken.
( Another Chance / Package for Destiny )
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