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Murder, Party of Two [03 Sep 2007|11:07am] [ mood | satisfied ] Note: Takes place before Who's Your Daddy? and Pass the Ketchup Purity glanced around again. It wasn't that she was expecting someone, no; she knew they were already there. What she was doing was making sure no one was around her in order to witness her inevitable interaction with them. That was the worst part. Not doubting herself, or their presence, but when it was witnessed. The looks she got. That wide eyed disbelief that she was shouting at nothing. Only five more things to collect. Just five. Only five. It was like a mantra that she was chanting to herself over and over and over again in her head. Trying, of course, to drown out everyone else, to drown out them. Lifting her glass up, she sipped at the scorching liquid. No, she would not get drunk. She would not humiliate herself any further. Waiting. For that one perfect moment where she would just lose control. It was not going to happen, it was getting closer. She would escape. Just five more ingredients. Yes, she grinned to herself and turned to look around again. Blinking twice when a familiar face came into view. There was a lift of her drink in the vampire's general direction by means of acknowledgment. Grace lifted her beer bottle in a slight toast, wondering where she'd seen the brunette before and what her name was. One of those funky-ass New Age names, she thought, but it kept escaping her memory. Possibly she'd been drunk. Either that or trying to get into someone's pants. Not her pants, though, because then she'd remeber her damn name. "I know you," she drawled, shifting herself carefully on the bar stool. Had to mind those ribs. The bandages were good and tight underneath her shirt, and she could feel how tender things still were. Last thing she needed was to pop a stitch in this joint and freak everybody within ten feet out when she started to bleed. "Can't remember yer name, but we've met." Another drink of beer, then; "Unity. Right?" ( Yeah...Not Quite ) ( Trolling ) ( Stepping Things Up, Stepping Outside ) With three steps into the alley she was practically gone. Just like that she had vanished into the blackness that was so concealing of everything that had happened. It was the only witness to the defiling of such an innocent. The only one who had cared was Callie herself. If Purity was herself she would have cared, but not anymore. The witch cared about no one. She had taken everything from the inside and thrown it all away until she was an empty shell. The only thing on Purity's mind as she walked on was that she only had four more things to get. "Mmm. Well, suit yerself," Grace said. Humans. Most of them were pains in the ass anyway. She let out a contented growl before stepping out of the alley, wandering off in the opposite direction Purity had taken, pondering what she was going to do next instead ot what had already happened. The future was what mattered, not the past. Now she just had to build that future for herself. reply

In the Presence of a Lady [03 Sep 2007|04:10pm] [ mood | calm ] "Hello, Grandmother. Are they taking care of you?" The morning room at Willow's Grove faced outwards towards a manmade lake through a large plate glass window. The sun reflected bright and sharp off of the surface of the water, broken up by large geese that paddled lazily across the green depths. Oliver supposed there were fish in the water as well, although he had never asked. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and he had showered and shaved with the utmost care before making the journey to the private care facility to arrive in time for the beginning of visiting hours. In her wheelchair in front of the window, Amelia Jerzyck turned at the sound of the voice and beamed, her pale face crinkling as she smiled. "Oliver, how delightful to see you. I didn't know if you'd come. Please, have a seat. Alston was just about to bring the tea things in. Would you like a cup?" "Yes, of course, thank you." The spellcaster took the chair opposite from the tiny old woman, folding his hands in his lap. His flight from Nevada had passed without incident, and he'd allowed himself one last cigarette before getting into the taxi to come here. He didn't smoke in front of his grandmother. In Amelia's opinion, smoking was for unwashed masses, and he'd never allowed himself to light up in her presence. Some things you just didn't do in front of a lady. "Are you doing well? I spoke to Doctor Trask on my way in, he says you just recently had a physical and passed with flying colors." "Who knows with doctors?" Amelia wrinkled her nose with veiled distaste. "They poke, they prod, they draw blood, and then six months later they do it all over again. But they do take care of me here. My room is very comfortable, and I've just gotten the loveliest new furniture." ( Family Ties ) "How long will you be staying?" "My plans are open-ended at the moment. I needed to get away for a while, to be able to think more clearly. And I wanted to see you." Amelia's expression softened a bit at her grandson's words, and she set down her cup to cover his hand with her own. They were the only ones left on his father's side. What would happen to the boy after she was gone? "You are always welcome here, you know that." They sat there in silence for a moment, their hands still clasped, then went back to drinking tea, re-enacting a long-past moment from Oliver's childhood. In his grandmother's presence, he felt calmer already. Less abused. He wondered how long it would last when he left. reply

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