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Welcome to my life. [03 Oct 2005|12:27pm]

Getting caught in a lie shouldn't hurt as much as it did last night. Hell, I didn't even get caught. Not really. I started to tell Sam the truth and he figured it out before I could explain. For some reason I just felt obligated to be honest to him. I guess I figured he deserved honesty. Sam was 'the guy' for me up until he decided to travel Europe on his own while I started college. Some- make that alot- of the feelings that I had for him didn't go away, and when it came down to leaving him with a hurtful lie or embarrassing myself with the truth...I told Sam the truth because it's what I'd want him to tell me.

So he's not married and I'm still stuck on him. That's the truth.

There's just one problem; the truth really upset me. Sam was right when he said that I didn't have to worry about impressing or spiting him. He's not a part of my life anymore. I adjusted to that years ago. Or maybe I should say I thought I did.

I can't help but think that I'm still the same girl he left behind. I haven't made any positive changes in my life. Smarter but not wiser. Stronger in the physical sense and weaker emotionally. Terrified of being with someone but hardly ever alone.

I go from bed to bed without regret. And I never expect there to be any consequences. Not for the things I do or the people that I hurt. And I have hurt people. I know that, I just don't let myself dwell on it.

Unless of course it's Sam. He gets so much as a jealous look in his eyes and I spill my guts.

I hate that. Not just because I thought I missed him more than I thought I did, and not because he ditched me for girls of another continent. I hate it because I never noticed what a bad person I've started to become.

Like yesterday, when I hardly paid any attention to Alex because I was too excited about sleeping with Jake. He's her brother. By all technicalities he's off limits. Even if he's wasn't, she should come first. But I didn't stop to be a friend to her. I was busy trying to seduce Jake.

Jake. The friend who is starting to stir beside me on his couch. I learned so much from my encounter with Sam that I let Jake take me back to his apartment so that we wouldn't disturb Alex when we had sex.

Yeah, that's real progress.

"Morning." I whispered, lifting my head to kiss him before he could get up. That is, after all, probably what I'm supposed to do in this situation. Not that I ever have, but...Jake McKiernan. Not the same thing as guys with no last names and weird first names and upside down tattoos in strange places.

I need to make some changes in my life. Changes that will probably include less fun stuff like sleeping around a few times a week. This won't happen anymore, so I can afford to be a little more affectionate to Jake today. And again, he's not like all the other guys anyway, we're friends.

Who occassionally pose as lovers. Posed. Past tense. It was nice while it lasted.
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[07 May 2005|11:07pm]

I can't wait to see Sam.

With the help of a few friends, I was able to track him down to Los Angeles, California. The good old USA. Sam's not what I would call a proud American; it was surprising to hear that he'd headed back to the states. No one would give me any of the details, I just know that he's here because of his family.

He never told me he had a family.

For a while, I was afraid that something terrible had happened. Sam disappeared without telling me that he was leaving. It wasn't like him to do that, especially not when he knew how I felt about him. We didn't have the time to get to know each other very well, but now we're going to be together again. We have the rest of our lives to figure out who we are, there's no rush. As soon as I find him, we can pick up where we left off.

I know I'm close. The second I got to Los Angeles, it was like I could feel his essence pulling me in. I've never been so drawn to anyone in my whole life. Sam just, he does this to me. I can't live without him any longer, I need this feeling. I'll forgive him for leaving because now I know, and I understand that he had to go take care of his family. He did what he had to in order to go protect someone who he cares about. I just wish that he would have told me. If he wanted to go be with his family, I would have taken the first flight out with Sam. I could have helped him. When you love someone, that's what you do.

This must have been an incredibly difficult decision for him to make. It took him three years to get everything in order and come back here. He must have had a lot of loose ends to tie up, but I can't imagine what took him so long. I'm sure that he was a little afraid, but losing three years of your life to fear is ridiculous. To think of all of that time that we lost....

But soon, everything will be the way that it should be. It'll take some work; either I'll have to relocate to Los Angeles, or he'll have to come back to Berlin, but even if I had to move, it wouldn't be that much of an inconvenience for me. I promised myself that if we were ever lucky enough to find each other again, we wouldn't let anything get in the way. I grew up in Nebraska, and I never really liked the U.S., but I'll learn to love it if Sam's here. When I have the person I love back in my life again, I won't need anything else. It won't matter where we are, or what kind of problems arise, we'll just make it work. Somehow, this time, it'll last forever.

I don't know what I would do if it didn't. I won't even let myself think about it. I was raised to believe that through love and determination, you can do anything that you set your mind to. I wanted to find Sam, and here I am. I can feel myself getting closer everyday. It just goes to show that if you want something bad enough, there's no obstable in the world big enough to stop you from getting what you desire.

I know who I desire. I've always known. I just have to tell him that. Then it'll only be a matter of time before I officially become Mrs. Samuel Edward Howell. I've been her in my heart since the day we met.

I wonder if he'll be surprised to see me...
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My Love is Like Whoa.. [27 Apr 2005|10:20pm]

Sometimes I wonder how I get away with these things. Like this morning; I had a nice breakfast with Jake, and Alex is none the wiser. She thought I did something nice for a random guy, and that it was a little unusual, but that didn't seem to tip her off. And if she knew, I would know that she knew. So she doesn't know. She just figures that I liked the latest guy a little more than the rest of them. It's true, we have a long history of friendship and flirting. I went along with Alex's assumptions, got some sleep, and went through my daily routine. I slept through half of class because I was still tired from everything, but Rachel loaned me her notebook to copy. After that I wasted an hour at the gym, then spent some time with Alex before I started tearing through my wardrobe. I was going to get started on my paper, but finding the perfect outfit was a little more important. I just wanted to see if I could sleep with him and still have the "It" that it takes to get him to want to do it again.

I'm curious, it's not necessarily a bad thing. It's probably a pretty good one. Someone sparked my interest enough for me to want to see if I could get a reaction out of him after the first time.

It's really too bad about the friendship though, I'm liable to kill it with this.

Oh well, we'll survive.

The outfit that I decided on was nice enough. Initially I was going to pick out a skirt, but that didn't fit what I had planned for Jake. I settled on a pair of low rise black pants and a cherry red silk camisole that had a neckline low enough for Jake to love it. The heels that I matched it up with were just as red, and about five inches high, but when you're my height, they're almost a necessity. I can walk in them just fine. By the time Alex asked me what was going on, I was already done with my slutty makeup and working on fixing my hair. I told her (and it's the truth!) that I was going to go visit last night's guy at his work, and she let me off the hook with not much more than a surprised glance and a demand for the details if it worked out.

Oh, if she only knew.

I didn't want to mess up my outfit, so I took the night off from slaying. Every once in a while, it isn't such a bad thing to put your own life first. I mean, I dedicate a big part of my life to my slayer duties, but I'm young, I like to have fun. Life tends to drag on if you don't let yourself enjoy it.

Yeah. Someone will enjoy this. I'm making sure of it.

I checked my cellphone for the time before walking into Freddy's through the back entrance. It was just late enough for Jake to believe that I went out slaying first. Perfect. And the lack of any coworkers around tonight? Also perfect. I don't want him getting fired on account of little old evil Carly. By the time Jake noticed that I was there, I was already behind the bar and quickly approaching the not-so-busy bartender.

"Think of me as your assistant bartender for the night." I joked, smiling at him.

He likes the outfit, I can tell.

My next move wasn't very assistant like, and I'm pretty sure that it broke a rule or two in the code that good little bartender boys are supposed to abide by. I pushed myself up on the bar and sat facing Jake. My plan was pretty simple. If he had to work all night, I'd keep him busy, and get a little positive attention from a handsome friend. It's hard to avoid someone who's right in front of you, isn't it?

"I think I'd be really good at assisting you."

And I will be. But my assistance will have nothing to do with helping him mix drinks.

He should know that by now.

[[Open to Jake and Sam.]]
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Oh, but it hurts so good. [05 Apr 2005|12:58am]

[ mood | awake ]

((Coming from here and here!))

My sister was going to kill me. Plain and simple. She would be committing murder one by the end of the day. There was no way Carly and I would be able to hide this from her... not that I wanted to. I wasn't ashamed or anything. Whatever Alex was going to throw at us, I felt I could handle. It had been worth it, anyway. I'd been curious about what it might be like if Carly and I were to hook up for a long time now. Those curiousities have finally been put to rest. It was worth it. Carly and I had, at the very least, had ourselves a good time, and answered a few of our own questions in the process. I felt that it was worth it.

No angry little sister could take that away from me.

It was 5:05 in the morning when I woke up, Carly's movement beside me on the bed causing me to slowly inch my way back towards conciousness. When I finally opened my eyes, she was gone. I could hear her moving around outside the bedroom, probably in the kitchen. Smiling a little, I threw the covers off and reached for the clothes I'd left on the floor the night before. Dirty clothes would have to do for now, until I could get home and change. That was alright, my clothes weren't exceptionally dirty. Nothing indecent about wearing them again. After zipping up my jeans, I pulled my shirt on over my head and left my shoes off to muffle my footsteps as I made my way out into the kitchen. Alex would still be sleeping, and I didn't want to wake her up before it was absolutely necessary.

"Hey," I greeted Carly as I entered the kitchen. The smell of brewing coffee was tempting. Maybe I could stick around for a cup or two...

I smiled at Carly and leaned back against the counter. "Sleep well?"

((Open to Carly))

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[19 Dec 2004|05:24pm]


We're dead.

I could be mentally exagerating a little, but it's 5:00 a.m. and Jake's still here. Alex'll be up in two and a half hours, so either he has to wake up and get his ass into gear before then, or we're dead. We're probably not that lucky. Considering how scary Alex is when she's pissed off, I'd rather be murdered than scolded. For a while there I really thought that we'd be able to pull this off. I wouldn't have done it if--no, I still would have done it, I just would have timed it better, or relocated to his apartment. She never goes there anyway, hell, we were more likely to get away with it in the car. We weren't exactly going for the romantic angle.

There's the possibility that she won't care. She knows how we are, this might not freak her out at all. Alex can just blame it on us being, well, us. That's the closest thing to the truth anyway. He made me an offer that I couldn't refuse, I accepted.

I could always say that he seduced me.

Alex might buy that. He's attractive, and charming, and generally I can't help myself in these situations. If I throw in enough compliments, she might let me off the hook. I'm not sure where that would leave Jake with her, but better him than me. He's the one who showed up and confessed to having a motive. Throwing all the blame on him would be in my best interest, but damn, I don't want him in trouble either. And while asking him to leave right now might avoid conflict, I don't have the heart to wake him up and throw him out. There are other guys, and then there's Jake.

He can be a real sweetheart sometimes--when he's not plotting to get in your pants, sometimes even when he is. I'd rather talk about the situation with disappointed Alex than risk hurting his feelings. He's been good to me, I owe him that much. I did the crime, I'll do the time. She can only be mad for so long, I'll be forgiven eventually.

((Open to Jake))

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Not quite heaven in two-and-a-half rooms. [26 Nov 2004|06:08pm]

[ mood | good ]

Was it bad that every time night came, I said a silent prayer, to make sure that the sun came back the night day? I stared out at the LA night skyline, unable to stop the wave of memories rising unbidden. Good times, bad time, dark times. Darker times. Anyone who still lived in LA now could probably tell you exactly where they were when the sun went out. I know I sure as shit could. Eighth floor of Good Samaritan Hospital. Dr. Dominique Mahr's office. Perched on a table, not as cold as usual, but three times as uncomfortable. I stared out the window, trying not to pay any attention to the gigantic-sized needle the nurse was pushing into my arm, or to the fact that I had to pee like you wouldn't believe.

I stared out at what looked like a plume of smoke rise up.

Watched as it shifted. Changed.

It spread across the sky before the nurse was even finished taking my blood.

I always knew about the things that went bump in the night. When you're born a freak, and your mom's a witch, it sorta goes with the territory. I even ran with a crew that hunted the big baddies, before I found myself.. like I was. Those times, in alleyways, in abandoned buildings and flophouses, I wasn't afraid. I won. I made them turn tail and run. But in that instant, when high noon became midnight, I was scared. It wasn't a feeling I liked. Being scared made me feel even more helpless than I was, round belly, bigger than a house.

But, knock wood, I survived. The world went to hell and back twice and I managed to stay alive. Better than that, I wasn't alone anymore.

A wail knocked me out of my reverie on memory lane. I slid down the blinds and closed the curtains, spinning on my heel to pick up the crying girl flapping her arms at me. My girl. My Jane.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Mean ol' mommy not givin' you enough attentions?" I bounced her on my hip, making those horrible little baby talk faces at her. The ones you saw moms give their kids, and swore you wouldn't do. Up until you learned that sometimes, that's all they wanted. No one from my past would recognize me now. 'Cept maybe Anne, but that was because I volunteered at the shelter, and she played Auntie Anne.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy's sorry.." Just as I managed to get her to stop wailing, the phone rang. Joy. I shifted Jane to my other arm, reaching over and putting the handset to my ear as I hit 'TALK'.


[Open to Gunn.]

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Back in the states again... [23 Nov 2004|06:28am]

[ mood | annoyed ]

Well, when they said Los Angeles was no longer a picnic, I thought they were just being stuffy again. Clearly for once they had something right. That's awfully new. But whatever the case, I've never been ambushed so many times in my life. Not that I have overly extensive training, but...

Ack, I've been infected by British people too long. I've got the accent and everything. But I suppose it was better than staying here. And I know Sam's here, after I had to go through his many exes. I'm going to smack him upside his bloody head when I see him for sleeping with so many girls.

I just have to figure out where he ran off to first. Or at least find someone. Right now however, I'm just concerned with getting down the street and finding a hotel that's a decent price where everyone isn't eaten. Or at least I was, until I heard something behind me. Bugger. I turned around, hand on the stake in my pocket. "Whoever you are, I'm not in the mood for cloak and dagger. So come out like a good little whatever-you-are, and I'll kick your arse quickly."

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[14 Nov 2004|12:42pm]

[ mood | awake ]

I looked over the ever growing group of young faces and sighed.

"Has anyone seen Maria lately?"

Silence. Glances were exchanged and shoulders shrugged, but no one spoke up.

"Danny?" I asked, walking infront of a kid of about sixteen with red hair that only made the many freckles on his face stand out more.

He shook his head. "I ain't seen her since last week. She was in the wharehouse district hanging in one of the deserted offices. Pretty sweet set up. Running water and no cops..."

I crossed my arms over my chest and he stuttered on.

"But...I ain't seen her since then."

He bent his head and stared at his shoes, avoiding my eyes.

"Look," I said, trying to make eye contact with those kids that would let me. Most of them found spots on the wall, ceiling or floor to stare out. "Things are crazy out there," I said pointing to the front doors. "We might have moved a little uptown with this new shelter, but it's still dangerous outside these doors. There are all sorts of things on the street...things that aren't your normal problems. I'm not talking about drug dealers, or gang members...I'm talking about other things. Things that wouldn't think twice about killing some kid who is out there all alone."

"Bullshit," whispers a girl sitting on the couch and rolling her eyes.

I narrow my eyes and go to stand infront of her. "Monica, you have something to say?"

"Yeah," she said looking up and looking me straight in the eyes. "I'm tired of your bullshit. You're always trying to scare us, trying to keep us on the straight and narrow. Well in case you couldn't tell I don't go to church. I don't believe in demons and all that shit. The world is scary enough without you having to tell boogeyman stories."

It's nothing new. All these kids think they know everything. Just the way I did.

"You don't have to belive me," I said keeping my voice level. She was trying to get a rise out of me and I wasn't about to let her. "If you're going to stay here though you do have to follow the rules. That means in by six o'clock and the doors are locked. No one gets in or out until the next morning. This shelter is a safe place for all of you. A place to get food and a bed and if you're willing to take it, a way out."

"Whatever," Monica says getting up. "I'm tired of it. I don't need your help or your stories. I'm outta here. Are you coming?"

She's looking at the mexican girl sitting beside her. They came in together a week or so ago.

The girl says nothing, just stares at the ground and after a moment Monica looks up at me. If looks could kill Monica here would be headed towards the Penn.

"Alright, suit yourself," she snaps as she marches to the door.

"Monica, if you leave you won't be able to come back tonight," I say to her back.

She says nothing just flips me off as she opens the door and lets herself out.

I let out a slow breath and walk to the door to lock it behind her. I turn to the rest of the group, my hand pausing before I switch the lock in place. "Anyone else want to leave?"

Again there's silence and the avoiding of eye contact.

"Alright then," I say sliding the lock in place. "So tomorrow Danny I want you to go check up on Maria."

"What?" he asks raising his head to stare at me. "Why?"

"Because," I say wrapping my arms around me. "We've got to watch each other's backs. We're all we've got. And if Maria is in trouble, we need to know."

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[06 Nov 2004|05:21pm]

[ mood | cynical ]

I left Wolfram & Hart and wished I'd bottled up some of the nice cuppa blood they'd given t'me, but it was enough that they'd given me some fags before I left. I lit one up and smiled as I took my time walkin' 'bout, glad it was fuckin' night time since I was glad t'be touchy-feely and didn't wanna have t'go 'bout in the sewers just yet.

So. My plan.

Go t'Angel, chat him up some, maybe get a few digs in at him and what not, then tell him 'bout the Dastardly Plan that Big Evil has in store for him by usin' me. Still wasn't quite clear on their plan seein' as how all's they wanted me t'do was annoy Angel, which I'd planned on fuckin' doin' anyhow.


Drew in a nice long drag and curled my tongue in my mouth, tryin' t'picture the ponce's reaction t'seein' me back. Yeah that would be...

Hold on. I'm back. Which meant that Buffy was...

Well, fuck.

Right. I'd think 'bout her later, then. Had no idea where she was bloody at, anyhow, so's I could always chat up Angel and make sure they hadn't shagged yet. Well...no, he'd be evil if they had, so maybe my first thing t'do once I see him is t'poke him or somethin' t'make sure he's Angel and not Angelus.

Balls. So many soddin' things t'do, and honestly, all's I want is my fag right now and some happy faces t'see me. Yeah. Like that was gonna happen.

Found the fuckin' hotel and strode on inside, stoppin' in the lobby. "Well, well, well. What have we here...oh, I know! Why it's...me. Hold the applause, yeah, I'm not dead. Bloody miracle and all. Now, who's gonna get me some blood?"

((Open to anyone in the hotel))

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[21 Oct 2004|08:13pm]

[ mood | anxious ]

Okay, someone could have warned me Los Angeles got so crappy.

I don't know who would have, since I haven't had contact with any of my American friends in a good four years, but someone could have.

Right now I'm stuck playing target practice because a bunch of vampires decided to play 'Snack on Sam' today. I've never been so happy to be a Pyrokenetic in my entire life, especially since I would have been a meal otherwise. Being suckfest in a fight has some serious downsides.

"Come on, haven't you guys had enough?" I asked, exasperated as I torched yet another vampire. That had to be twelve. I could give a slayer a serious run for her money if I had to. Not that I want to. Although this is sort of fun. Helpful cheating, if you will.

One of the vamps decided to keep coming at me, even though he was already roasting. "Shit." I muttered and ducked out of the way, turning up the heat a bit and watching as he turned into an inferno. "You guys have real issues with dying don't you..." I muttered, and straightened up just in time to get hit by one that snuck up on me.

"Enough already!" I hit him, trying to get him to back off. "... Ow." Okay, so I'm not the manliest guy on the face of the earth. Leave me alone.

((Open post))

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I need to get my bearings. [18 Oct 2004|11:20pm]

[ mood | excited ]


I stirred inside what I thought would be a dreamless sleep, Miss Edith held tight to me with my fingers encircling through her long curly strands. A very soft moan was emitted to the sweet singing voice, wordlessly telling it that I was still here; still breathing through my unlife.


That's when I forced my eyes to open, the protective lids revealing the wild orbs that were held within. When the surroundings finally sunk into me I began to realize that this wasn't my room, this isn't where the Sandman laid my body to rest -- I was still sleeping within the same bed however.. Miss Edith was still with me, and my new pet's scent was still very active to my sense. I cocked my head as my curious eyes looked about.. a gentle but sinister grin spreading across my lips. I was surrounded by a black mist and there was no ground underneath -- but the stars were close, so close I could touch them.

Have they finally decided to bring me to the night sky for some tea and cakes? Their voices, singing so loud, so beautiful, I felt so content.

I've finally become their Star Dancer.

It's here..

While giggling I placed my feet upon the ground that was not seen to my eyes. It was almost like I was floating, away from everyone, away from all the wenches and pirates that dared to break Princess' heart. Was me and Miss Edith finally free? Finally free from the wickedness below? I hoped so. Everything would be so nice, then. I would no longer have feel so cross.. there would be no reason anymore.

Can you feel it?

And then the happiness that my features expressed melted, melted from the thorns of this rose. I frowned, nodding quietly when my eyes travelled beneath, spaces and spaces away from Hell. "Yes, Princess feels it," I replied with a mere soft whisper, disappointment simmering with my words. ".. the power, it's intoxicating, even up here." My gaze moved from below and onto the pair of stars that were beginning to swirl around me. I was tickled by their warmth.

We have such good games for you, my dear. But first you play..

"Hide and seek!" I finished the sentence with excitement, clapping my hands together with Miss Edith still within. She was happy and giggling as well, maybe this visit wasn't so disheartening.. maybe there was still fun left we had yet to play before we took our place up here among the stars. Dance, dance, away from everything. "Mmm.. that would be lovely."

We promise endless blood. No longer will you have to wander.. it's going to be a sweet ending. Yes.. yes. Go.

It was a blinding flash and I woke up with my body shooting upward, my cold flesh drench with moisture from the intense and realistic dream I experienced. No.. that was no dream. I felt it now, it's powerful and binding presence was taking my mind into all sorts of bloodlust levels. I settled Miss Edith to the bed and went to the closet where I picked my favorite black dress, one that would also make me look like a doll. Must fix my hair, must make myself pretty for this exciting event.

"Arden," I called out to my companion who was still sleeping on the bed, my eyes venturing toward him while I slipped into the laced wear. ".. chop, chop! It's time to wake up, dearie." He's been by my side since I left Spike to the wench when he was willing to kill me for her. Even dead hearts can break, and mine was lost that night the moment I felt my William's strike. Arden will never compare to what I felt to my own childe -- he wasn't all much of a dominant dog and I will never feel my blood and heart eternally bonded to his, but it was the loneliness that both me and Miss Edith feared. And Arden, he took that away.

He fought the monsters out of my closet. We do have our good times. But I will always miss my sire, and my black knight. He could never fill those gaps within my tummy.

"We have such lovely games ahead of us."

(( Open to Arden! ))

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Old Friends [18 Oct 2004|10:54pm]

Angel and Lorne were caught up in the arrival of a newcomer. Well, new to me...but I guess not so new to them. They seemed rather fidgety at his appearance, and believe me I know all about fidgeting.

So while they were all jumpy, I was able to stand still. Or as still as I ever got. Still....and smiling. I just wanted to stand there and smile at Cordelia, soaking in the fact that she was home. Where she belonged. Because as much as any one person can belong to another, Cordy belonged to us. And no one or no thing was ever going to take her away again.

Buffy and Cordy and I just let the silence play for a bit, or maybe we were all just to busy listening to the conversation just a few feet over. But after a few moments more, it struck me. Why was I listening to others yammer, when I could be doing some yammering of my own with Cordelia? My conversation with Wesley had left me more than a little cold, and suddenly I selfishly wanted one of Cordy's smiles...just for me. If she didn't have one ready quite yet, I would undersatnd...but it would be nice.

So I offered up a little bit of me first. You know....a smile.

"You've got to be tired Cordy. Well, maybe not tired since you have been sleeping an awful lot. So maybe....bored of the lobby is a better way to say...what I mean is... Lorne and I put together a new room for you a while back. Would you like to see it?"

I had missed Cordy so much it had physically hurt. So, if I pulled her away for a little girl time...Buffy would just have to understand.

((open to Cordy))
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All that legal blah blah blah. [17 Oct 2004|08:05pm]

[ mood | determined ]

It was fully dark outside by the time Kelne and Illyria left Bryce's mansion. Night had fallen and blanketed the city, the sky dotted with bright spots of light, some of which could still be seen through the thick haze of clouds that had come to hover over Los Angeles. While they could have easily hailed a cab to Wolfram & Hart, Kelne decided against it, offering Illyria his physical support as they walked away from the sprawling manse, his own lithe arm around her slender waist.

Walking among the humans, he noted, might not be as easy for her as it was for him. To the naked eye, he was normal in every way, shape, and form, something he owed to his unassuming host. Of course, it hadn't been his choice to masquerade as a college girl, but he wasn't about to complain. It kept him under the radar of his enemies, left alone and unnoticed. That was the way liked it, at least for the time being. Illyria, on the other hand, was going to have far more trouble dodging the hairy eyeball. She didn't exactly look the part of the debutante -- not anymore. Her hair, her skin, all of it tinged with blue... it was bound to earn her a few odd looks as she walked down the street. He would have to see if they could find a solution to that little problem... Illyria was the type that liked to take charge, but he preferred to work incognito. That was going to be damn near impossible if she was going to walk around looking like that.

Luckily, Bryce's mansion wasn't all that far from the firm. They reached the building far quicker than Kelne might have guessed, and soon enough, they were walking up the steps and through the front door, where they were stopped by a security guard. Kelne shook his head and began to fish around in his pockets with his free hand, producing a laminated pass his lawyer had acquired for him moments later. The guard nodded and waved them along, and without giving anything even resembling an explanation, Kelne led Illyria along to the nearest elevator, pressing the button and ushering her inside once the doors had opened.

"How do you feel?" he asked, casting a worried glance in her direction as he reached over to press the button for the fourth floor. "You look a little... pale."

((Tag to Illyria!))

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Visiting. [17 Oct 2004|01:40am]

[ mood | okay ]

Jake was more than willing to admit that he didn't have to stop by his sister's apartment on the way home from work. It wasn't as though returning the movies he'd borrowed was a matter of life and death -- neither Alex nor Carly was the murderously materialistic type. Really, the reason he was stopping had nothing to do with returning DVDs. He checked his watch as he climbed out of his car, pocketing his keys before hitting the locks and slamming the driver's side door shut. Yep. He had given Carly plenty of time to get home, and if he had guessed correctly, Alex would be off at one of her night classes. Perfect.

Once inside the building, he took the stairs up to the third floor and quickly headed down the familiar hallway until he reached the door to C-9. Clearing his throat, he knocked three times in rapid succession before taking a step back, waiting for someone to answer rather than just letting himself in, though he had done so before on several occasions. "Hey, anyone home?"

((Tag to Carly!))

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Booty call, baby. [17 Oct 2004|01:17am]

[ mood | worried ]

Gunn knew Angel might not appreciate the fact that he'd taken the liberty of calling in reinforcements. Angel liked to be the big man, liked to call the shots. After all, he was the resident Champion. He'd kinda earned his position as head honcho. But Gunn also knew that Angel was stubborn, and that he would spend his time worrying about what was coming and trying to come up with some kind of plan that only involved who and what was inside the walls of the Hyperion itself. He wouldn't think of looking to outside help, not right away. That's Gunn had called Faith, and why he was now placing a call to another old friend, one he hoped would be happy to hear from him.

Sighing, he checked his watch as he listened to the phone ring, waiting to hear someone else's voice on the other end of the line. "Come on, Gwen... pick up."

((Ring ring, Gwen!))

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[09 Oct 2004|01:18am]

[ mood | crappy ]

I hate LA.

So why the hell am I back here? Damn good question. Especially with what's been going on around here lately, I wasn't exactly chomping at the bit to get back. But I'm going to lose it if these damn dreams don't go away sometime soon.

So go back, see Lorne, figure out what the hell is going on, and haul ass out. Good plan, as long as I don't run into Angel. I'm still not all that happy about the sign on the back of my truck that I didn't figure out was there until I was pulled over.

I arrived in the day, because anyone with a brain right now knows not to go out at night. Found the Hotel without a problem. I can't forget what it looks like, I'm still seeing the god damn place in those dreams. And the screams...

Alright. I have to think straight. Get in, and get the hell out. And then I'm done. And never coming back. Period.

I'm getting a really bad case of deja vu here. At least I know I'm not in danger of nostalgia, if you consider where I'm going.

I opened the door, and walked into the Lobby. To hell with knockin', who's going to give a damn if I'm polite? I looked at the first face I saw, and smirked. "I've been havin' dreams. Where's the Green Guy."

((Open to anyone in the Hotel))

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Can you hear me now? [17 Sep 2004|09:26am]

[ mood | annoyed ]

Conditions at the bar had not become markedly more cooperative since the last time I'd paid a visit. And given that I was not backed up by a Slayer tonight, I had my hands just a bit more full.

Unable to keep an eye on the rest of the room and have a chat with my snitch for the night-- the same obesely shaped, horned demon as before, naturally-- at the same time, I made do by shooting him through the cloven foot to gain his cooperation. I placed myself with my hip against the bar, to the demon's left, so that he was between myself and the rest of the room as best as I could manage.

"Argh! What kind of maniac are you?"

I saw mostly a desire to be done with the disturbance as quickly as possible from most of the other patrons. They all simply wanted to go back to their drinking, a sentiment I could understand. But there were one or two that were watching me carefully, waiting to see an opening.

"The kind without a lot of time. I'll say the name again: Illyria."

"Got no idea who you're talkin' about!"

"Sorry, that's unaccep--"

The cell phone in my pocket went off. Of all the damn...

"Terribly rude," I said to the demon that I still had pinned to the bartop with the muzzle of my shotgun, "I know, but do excuse me a moment."

I reached into my jacket with my left hand, snapped open the phone and raised it to my ear.

"Pryce here."

The demon started to attempt to push up from the bar. I shoved the shotgun's muzzle against its neck, eliciting a grunt of pain.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment, you'll have to excuse the noise."

((Open to Gunn, then Faith.))

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Blood and Death [16 Sep 2004|02:58pm]

[ mood | predatory ]

"Lead the way, love. Let's go see what that good for nothing Qwa'ha Xahn's insides look like, hmm?"

I followed the scent of my Qwa'ha Xahn through the city until I came upon an abode that I knew from The Shell's memories was it. Him. My Qwa'ha Xahn and Virginia Bryce's father.

I pushed aside the front door, seeing the humans there and ignoring them, knowing that Kelne would relish their struggles and blood as I walked further inside on unsteady feet, my head tilting at the sounds of the ocean that danced to me once I was closer to...HIM.

He stood and turned towards me, then spoke clearly. "Virginia, wha---no...Illyria..." He smiled at me and bowed, as was proper, kneeling finally until I placed a hand upon his head lightly touching him.

"Yes, you have done well," I smiled at him, "and now I shall thank you as is your due."

I lifted him to his feet by his neck, then twisted it sharply to the right until the puny bones within his small frame cracked and broke and he fell to the ground before my feet.

Smiling, I placed my foot atop his head and pressed downwards, until the mortal blood spilled around me in a pool of songs, songs so beautiful I wanted to touch the stars and scream in joy.

Yes, a God-King's Qwa'ha Xahn assits in assembling the temple, but Kelne was here now. I no longer required the mortal's aide.

((Open for Kelne))

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More fun than a barrel of damn monkeys. [13 Sep 2004|12:17pm]

[ mood | worried ]

"From experience with dealing with hell gods and dying in the process, it doesn't actually work. You can't win without a loop hole, I took on Glory with Spike's help and Willow working mojo and we barely put a dent in her armor."

Right. Because that was comforting. Nevertheless, Angel gave Buffy a wry smile as the others adjourned. Wes and Fred off to do their research thing, Gunn skulking off to who knows were... that left him alone with Buffy. Again.

"I'm glad you're here," he told her as he started towards the front desk, his tone having become very matter-of-fact. Now was no time to get mushy or sentimental. They had yet another hell god storming towards the hotel, and a very limited amount of time with which to prepare themselves. "Once that thing shows up, it'll be time for the big fight scene. Nice to have a Slayer on board. That is, assuming you want to be on board." He glanced at her before going to sit down behind the desk and reaching for the phone.

He wanted everyone here for this. He hadn't seen Lorne for hours, which suggested that the demon wasn't in the hotel at all. Usually, he'd be abusing the gift of speech in the lobby, talking at anyone who would listen. Angel frowned as he quickly went about paging their resident empath, hanging up the phone again once he had done so.

He looked up at Buffy for a moment. Having a Slayer would definitely be helpful, but without having met with this new baddie on his own, there was no way for him to tell whether or not they would be able to beat it with the manpower they had assembled. Connor. It would have been great to have Connor with them... he frowned again. Too bad he didn't know where Connor was. It wasn't as though the boy carried a pager like the rest of them, either.

Well. They would just have to do without. He stood again and started towards the weapons cabinent.

"Arm yourself however you feel comfortable. I've got the feeling you're gonna need more than a stake to go up against this Illyria character."

((Open to Buffy and everyone else.))

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Let's get down to business. [07 Sep 2004|02:57am]

[ mood | busy ]

All in all, it had been a productive morning. Well, productive enough. After finishing off her first cup of coffee and skimming through the fresh stack of paperwork Harmony had delivered to her, she had managed to make a few important phonecalls she had lined up for herself, though she took everything at a liesurely pace. There was no hurry. She was in charge now. She would jump when she damn well felt like jumping, not when some snot-nosed head of the department told her to. She was beginning to fully appreciate just how much she didn't miss Nathan and Linwood.

Her schedule was clear until later that afternoon. No meetings, no conference calls, nothing -- leaving her with more than enough time to deal with the beginnings of what she was sure would become her pet project. Taking her fresh cup of coffee to go, she left her office behind and walked past Harmony's desk with long, confident strides, casting an idle glance at the vampire as she went.

"If anyone calls for me, I'm out until further notice," she said crisply, before continuing on to the nearest elevator. She only had to wait mere seconds before she was able to board. The trip down to the science lab was both short and uneventful. She didn't bother to wait for one Knox's lackeys to come and let her in once she had arrived; rather, she simply walked through the set of double doors and entered the lab proper. Spotting a familiar head of unkempt brown hair perched atop a wrinkled labcoat, Lilah went to join the head of the department on the far side of the main lab.

"Have we made any progress, Knox?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest as she joined him. She looked to the table in front of them. It was bare, except for an overly tacky amulet that had been placed in the center, and what looked like an old scrap of parchment that had been left beside it.

"Should be seeing some soon," Knox told her, glancing up and reaching back to scratch at the nape of his neck. "We just got done reading all the runes, doing the ritual mumbo jumbo... he should be arriving any time now. As scheduled, just like you wanted."

Lilah couldn't help but smile. "Good."

((Tag to Spike and Harmony!))

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