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Touching Base [16 May 2009|03:26am] The knock knock on the front door of Alec's house was shaky, stuttered as if she wasn't entirely sure she should be knocking. Jenny was stood outside Alec's front door, looking up at it. Lights were on inside, so there were at least people awake. It was getting late, but it wasn't unacceptably late. She hoped he wouldn't mind even it if was. Inside she could sense minds, two animal, warm and comforting and more, people, she guessed Alec and his housemate, Toby. The houses around them were giving off noise too, conversations that filled her up. Her eyes burned, stinging from the wind and from the tears that were just waiting to fall. It hadn't taken her long to realise that she needed someone. The house had been empty and she was still afraid. She knocked again, a little stronger this time and the door was pulled open by someone she didn't recognise, his glasses sat on the end of his nose and he looked at her the way someone might look at a randomly tearful stranger standing on his doorstep. It was a very 'what the fuck?' look, which was what Toby was thinking. ( Can Alec come to the door? ) ( Sleeping Over ) Comment

Challenging The Status Quo [16 May 2009|11:50pm] [ mood | uncomfortable ] "Y'know, you're really not so bad when you let yourself loosen up about this..." Kris Michael's captivity had involved harsh discipline, it was true. This evening, though, had been another one of Katherine's attempts to see if carrot might work better than stick. They were locked in without the possibility for escape, but that was no barrier to the vampiress ordering in the girl's choice of food and alcohol. A girl's night in, as it were. Or at least, as close to being one as possible, considering the explosive collar now in constant residence around the Slayer's neck. A permanent enough fixture, though, to almost be forgotten about. So long as she did nothing stupid, it was in no danger of being set off. So, there was Katherine, sitting on the couch, booted feet resting by heels on the coffee table strewn with whatever Kris had requested, beer can in hand and, to all intents and purposes, acting very unlady-like. In other words, being every bit the Katherine she known for. Over by one side, a large, flat-screened television played one of several films the pair had swiped on their latest criminal excursion. "That jacket suits you y'know," the vampiress complimented with sincerity. "Told ya' it would." ( A Verbal Exchange ) ( About Those Watcher Types ) Comment

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