BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Stuart OT: Clem
Where: Hollywood Forever Cemetery
When: Tuesday evening, around 9 PM (Dec. 22)

Stuart had showed up at Regan High again after school and said that she needed to meet him that night at 9 PM sharp. If he timed it right, Clem wouldn't have to wait long before seeing proof that creatures such as vampires, demons, and other darkness existed and that they prayed upon the weak. There was a weakness Stuart exploited in the cemetery's security and found the poor sod that had the unfortunate luck of being turned three days ago. It was probably not a wonderful idea that the older gentleman was hanging about the grave, but he'd instructed Clem on how to breach the security and where Mr. Monroe was buried. Now, all Stuart had to do was wait for his charge as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.

Who: Clem and Stuart
Where: Regan High - Parking Lot
When: Afternoon - Tuesday December 16

Last class of the day had finally let out and Clem was on her way out to the parking lot where she left her RT180. Balancing her helmet beneath one arm using the hand to hold the strap of her backback while shoving a couple books into it on her way, Clem zipped it closed then once the books were fit inside. Getting the shoulder strap slung over her shoulder Clem kept the helmet held in her hand as she crossed the lot to where her motorbike was parked.

Who: Isabella and Stuart
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Monday morning, Dec. 14th

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Who: Stuart Wallace OT: Rupert Giles
Where: Giles' flat
When: Sunday evening (Dec. 13th)

Stuart had arrived in Los Angeles and already he began to hate it after one day. Not only did he have to deal with the time zone issues, L.A. had the most disgusting tea and it was NOISY all the bloody time. At one point during his trip, while waiting for a shuttle to drop them off at the baggage claim, he'd rearranged his carry-on three times before he caught a young lady giving him a strange look. Stuart could've used a cigarette by that time and as soon as he could, he'd lit up outside.

That had been three days ago and he finally contacted Rupert Giles earlier today once he was settled into his own flat. Dressed in a black t-shirt under an open white button down and khaki's, Stuart was still getting used to the time differences, and was rather exhausted when he arrived at Rupert's flat. He stopped outside long enough to grab a smoke, and knocked on the man's door.