| The One Where Victoria's Heterosexual (Inquisitors Maragos & Maragos) |
[06 Jun 2009|12:41am] |
The Inquisitors set up a base in a long, narrow warehouse near a railyard, just to the southwest of the community called Lincoln Park. A highway separated the industrial area from the renovated neighborhood where, unknown to the Inquisitors, their prey went into hiding. Since the warehouse once served as a distribution center for paint, some boxes and gallon-sized cans remained, along with a few tables and chairs, but not much else. It was lit naturally by a row of windows near the ceiling. At night, they used their equipment to illuminate the space enough to move around. Decency compelled them to separate the area into respectable quarters. They hung old canvas material from the rafters, creating makeshift compartments. Other areas contained stockpiled food and gear.
At the end of the row, Hayden ducked into a stall and let the canvas close. He sat down. A little bleary eyed, he stretched out his legs one at a time. His right knee was swollen. He could feel the brace grow tighter on his last surveillance. There would be fluid around the joint. He turned the pins in sequence and released the pressure incrementally. Sometimes, taking the damned contraption off hurt worse than walking around without it. It was also hot in the building. A drop of sweat rolled down his face. He hunched his shoulder and mopped it with his sleeve. The uniforms were ill-suited to the humidity and heat of the city. On his earlier hunt, he caught a glimpse of the inland sea and only gentility kept him stripping down and diving into it. Others did, men and women in clothes not suitable for underthings.
Pain radiated around his kneecap. Hayden left the brace alone for a moment and took off his boots.
A familiar hand was felt to slide around his back, then over opposing shoulder; the owner joining him with as much of an affectionate embrace as could be managed from one side. A kiss finding itself bestowed to his cheek, respectful, yet loving. "Let me," spoke a female voice, lowering hand to soothe where inflammation troubled the lead Inquisitor most. "I know you're not an invalid, but you know how seeing to this thing frustrates you, darling."
( Of Like Mind )
( Marital Matters )
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| Night in The Secret World |
[06 Jun 2009|03:55pm] |
There was a rope line, and people waiting to get in. This was good; it showed the power of good marketing and word of mouth in the modern world. Thierry sat at a table near the bar, looking at the door to The Secret World, the new hot spot night club opened in the refurbished Lincoln Park district.
There had been plenty of press, you see. While Lincoln Park had reopened, and people and businesses had moved back in, this was huge: a major club developer opening his new club. And Raoul de la Croix was a big name. Theirry should know; he’d been Raoul’s right hand man for forty years.
After the… unpleasantness in Las Vegas, Thierry hadn’t been sure what his boss had in mind. He’d been shocked when he was told Chicago was where they were headed. And even more shocked when he was told that they were going to be selling some of their usually designer drugs on the streets. But the Vegas incident had cost them a lot of money. And it was done at such a remove that it would be next to impossible to trace it back to them. And the money had been great.
But this was what it was really about. A new club. The big band was playing, and the singer not only sounded like Sinatra, but looked the part. Raoul had never been a fan of these new dance clubs. He preferred an older style. But at least he had moved out of the nineteenth century. There was a dance floor, there were lovely waitresses in elegant dresses serving from the bar, and the clientele was all up scale. No hotel heiresses or ‘tween acting sensations. This was all class.
( Enter a Slayer )
( The Real Secret World (Mature for Sexuality and Drug Use) )
(Raoul & Company by Matt)
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| Not Her Joseph, Not His Rhiannon |
[06 Jun 2009|04:31pm] |
Joseph had steadily been working on making connections and getting to know people off the beaten track, none of those closer to him than the guy who ran a small diner a few blocks away from his pool hall.
He'd been going to it quite regularly for the last couple of weeks, discussing the happenings of Chicago and everything else, including trading information for money. It helped to know people in this town, aided Joseph in keeping as much trouble away from his doors as he could. He wasn't about to delve back into a world he'd made the conscious effort to leave behind. For himself and for whatever future he had with Rhiannon.
A couple weapon trades here and there for people weren't about to drag him that much deeper into the Hell he was sure he was destined for at the end of his life. "Hey Paul," Joseph greeted as he slid onto a stool and smiled at the man behind the counter.
"Joseph," Paul said with a warm smile. "You managed to get some time away, huh?"
( What's in a Hot Dog? )
( Who is Hitler? )
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( Text (Joseph to Rhiannon) )
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| Email Regarding Doppelganger |
[06 Jun 2009|05:12pm] |
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( Email to Connor, Whistler, Purity, Hayden, Kris, Juliet, Logan, Izzy, Sonya, Faith, Toby, William )
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