| Avenging Sonya and a Beautiful World |
[18 Jun 2009|07:11pm] |
Francess sat in a corner of the empty drug store. The sleeping pallette lay empty. At night time, most of the fugitives left the safety of the hideout, looking for food or just exploring. It was easier in the dark and there was less chance of getting caught. They blended in with other demons. Francess didn't feel like going out.
She held onto the small notepad Sonya left behind. Blood dotted its pages. The Russian alphabet meant little to Francess. It looked like backwards letters, a mixture of upper and lower case, with number symbols thrown in for good measure, like a keyboard threw up on the paper. But the hastily scribbled translations spelled disaster. The Inquisition hadn't given up. They were building a signal to bring reinforcements. They didn't just want to hunt and kill them. They wanted to make this whole world like theirs.
The brunette rested her chin on her knee. Tears burned her eyes. To her, this Earth was a beautiful place, where all kinds of people and creatures lived together, and women had honest-to-god rights, and food and clothes and shelter were everywhere. Soon, it would be just like their old world, and Francess knew they (not just the Inquisition) had brought it on these people. So many would be purged or killed, just because the fugitives had come and brought the backwards ways of an awful world with them.
Francess wasn't a fighter, but she knew she had to quit running and try to stop it. Even if they all got killed, it would be worth it, just to make a stand and try to protect this Earth. Tonight, she would close her eyes, leave her body, and follow Sonya's directions to the warehouse. She would spy and learn as much as she could about the Inquisitors. Then, she'd beg the others to come with her. Taking a deep breath, she tucked her face into her knees and counted backwards from one-hundred.
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| Burdens |
[18 Jun 2009|10:12pm] |
Kevin Parkinson suppressed a sigh as he pulled away from his ex-wife's house, where his seventeen-year-old daughter was home fresh from a three-day stay in the hospital, after getting beaten half to death by a vampire of all things. It was bad enough that Denise had sole custody of Jennie, but letting a child go off and try and kill all sorts of evil and brutish creatures in the night for years was grossly negligent, as far as he was concerned.
If Denise's bloodsucking lawyer weren't so damn good, he might have been able to do something about that. Paying Child Support and Alimony on a construction worker's wages in San Francisco meant he barely had enough money left over for living expenses, let alone another court fight that would have cost thousands he didn't have. No, despite how angry he'd been when he'd first found out about Jennie's 'calling', Kevin had little choice but to simmer in silence and try not to show how worried he was for his daughter's safety.
The past two days had been his worst fears confirmed. He hadn't even been sure Jennie would survive at first when the doctors had told them the extent of her injuries. Fortunately she healed fast, and the damage didn't seem to be as bad as they'd first feared, so they'd been able to bring her home today.
If he'd stayed at the house, he would have just gotten into a screaming match with Denise over how she was parenting their daughter, which would have led into all sorts of other baggage the two parents still carried with them. That wasn't what Jennie needed to see or hear, so instead of letting himself vent at his ex, he'd just made sure Jennie was resting comfortably before kissing her on the forehead and telling her he'd see her tomorrow.
( Laying Blame )
[NPC Kevin Parkinson was written by Tim]
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| Welcomed Guest |
[18 Jun 2009|11:00pm] |
(Before the AU plot)
She grabbed two crystal wine glasses out of the cupboard above the breakfast bar in her kitchen, and then placed them on the granite top of the bar. "It's very nice of you to bring a housewarming gift." She said to the brunette who was preparing to open the bottle of wine. "I'm glad you called earlier." Kathleen's face brighten with a smile. Her mood having greatly improved since the weeks after redecorating her apartment.
Gripping the cork screw, the witch tugged roughly and the cork was free with a pop, the fruity fragrance of the wine wafted up to meet her. "I have my good qualities." Lips curled, an almost wry grin worked its way over her features. Yes, she had her good qualities, buried under many of her bad ones. Moving forward, Purity poured liberal amounts of the red liquid into each glass before setting the bottle down. Her hand found its way onto the granite surface. Smooth and cool as her palm brushed over it. "I'm glad you picked up." The witch fired back, her words teasing as she lifted an eyebrow. "Should we toast to anything?"
Kathleen was glad as well that she answered the call. She held up her glass by the stem, "Mmm yes," she nodded. "To warm days and beautiful clear skies," she toasted. Some how the mention of her promotion to a major did not seem appropriate on that moment. She lean forward with her glass and clinked it against Purity's glass.
With her eyes focused on Purity dark green eyes as she brought her glass to her lips and slowly sipped her wine. She allowed herself to enjoy the taste of the fruity softness of the drink. It must have been more pricey than the average wine on the market, but Kathleen was not an expert on wines. "This is wonderful," she said after removing the glass from her lips.
( A glass of wine with a little magic )
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