| The Rubber Band Always Snaps Twice |
[25 Nov 2006|02:32am] |
The bag swung out and slammed into Deanna's lower back with each stride. She didn't dare turn back to see how close it was. She needed to pay attention to the path ahead. One misstep and she could tumble into something sharp or step into a pothole and it would be her last mistake.
Up until recently a small pocket of survivors had bunkered in the burnt shell of the Wolfram and Hart building. And someone with a scientific brain managed to bio-engineer a few vegetables. Whatever horrors finally overtook the complex clearly weren't vegetarian. Bones had been picked clean, but the few tomatoes, corn and green beans were untouched. It was a hell of a find and the redhead felt good about pilfering the remains. She'd also found a change of clothes, a plaid shirt, jeans that were a size too big and most importantly, shoes that hadn't fallen apart. Her feet were bruised and cut plenty from walking (and running) barefoot since entering this world. Not feeling every single rock was a godsend.
And it sure as hell helped as she charged down the Strip towards the Venetian.
It wasn't the booming footsteps that spurred her faster so much as the grannnnnnnnnkkkkk as its knuckles stripped the pavement.
Jeez, they grow 'em big in Texas, don't they?
The fucker was slow and lumbering, and each step gained her seconds to find the slayer and come up with a game plan.
Chances were, hide-and-seek wouldn't work against a giant who could rip off the roof of your hiding place.
Rhiannon was stone-faced. Stone-faced and running like hell. Nothing captured the attention of nasties in a hell-dimension quite like a plume of smoke rising above the Frontier hotel...
( On a Collision Course )
( It's a Bird! It's a Plane! It's a--? )
( Fear the Circus Freaks )
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| Chicken Soup For The Poker Player? |
[25 Nov 2006|09:45pm] |
Chloe was on a winning streak. She was getting closer to the final table. She'd never been at a final table before. Even now, she was trying not to think about it. That had to be bad luck, right?
She was standing at the bar ordering a lemon lime soda with a lime wedge. It had taken her a few minutes to figure out what to order. In most things in life, Chloe was undecisive. She was trying to get stronger and more focused, but each day without her father...each day she walked alone...it seemed to increase her indecision instead of narrow her focus.
Except at the poker tables. For some odd reason, then, and perhaps only then, Chloe saw everything clearly. When to fold. When to raise. When to match the blind, and when to double down. Certainly she wasn't always right. Sometimes she lost badly. But she never wavered. Her face never betrayed an emotion. And in this tournament thus far, she happened to win way more hands then lose. Yes, she was stone cold and a dead eye. At poker.
Then she happened to pull her cell phone out and glance at the messages. Levi had phoned!
Chloe listened to the message. Then she listened to it again. Her soda sat before her untouched, and a warmth came into her cheeks.
He hadn't told her to phone back, but obviously he had news regarding her father.
Now Chloe was distracted. Her new table would be dealing in twenty minutes. She had to be there or forfeit the tournament.
Her father would want her to play. Whatever news Levi had...it would still be there in another hour or three.
Besides, Chloe wasn't sure talking to Levi was a good idea. Everytime she spoke with him, she made an idiot of herself. And her feelings got more complicated.
But this was about her father's murder...
Finally, relunctantly, Chloe returned his call. She was half relieved and half disappointed when his voice mail picked up.
Officer Levi, this is Chloe returning your call. I'm sorry I missed you. I'm in the middle of something right now and I'll try calling you back in a couple of hours. I assume this news is regarding my father? I'm...anxious to talk to you. About my father. I mean...about the news. Uh...okay...thanks for calling. And...do you like home made soup?
Chloe blushed crimson. The bartender gave her a funny look and then a wink. Chloe quickly hung up her cell phone, and smacked herself on the forehead. She was such an idiot!
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[25 Nov 2006|09:51pm] |
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Leah didn't remember much about the Time Before, when humans walked about openly under a blue sky by day, moon and stars by night. Humans were all but extinct now. She hadn't seen a free one in forever, and she knew she wasn't entirely human herself. That was the reason she was still alive.
It had been pure bad luck that she'd been abducted from Master's compound, but her luck had changed when her captors began fighting amongst themselves and she took the chance to run.
She wasn't used to running. Her life had been a sheltered one, but she was putting everything she had into it now as her bare feet pounded the desert sand. If she could just get to that nearby cave, she might be able to hide long enough for her Master's minions to find her. The girl held no illusions about her ability to remain alive and free, in this world her only hope was a return to slavery.
( Where am I? )
( Fight )
( Did you know...that? )
( Sex and Chocolate *Adult Content: Sexuality* )
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OOC: The NPC of Izzy the demon was written by Tim
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