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[June 21st, 2008] |
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Who: Wesley and Enid
When: After his meeting with Faith.
Where: Wesley's room at the hotel.
Locked: Enid.
Status: Incomplete
( Close encounter of the first kind. )
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[May 9th, 2008] |
Who: Connor
What: Connor goes hunting. decides to head home. and ignore his rib pain. he's a trooper, huh?
Locked To: Wesley.
Status: Incomplete.
There were a couple of things Connor knew for sure. 1. He was very strong. 2. He really hated demons. He grunted as he landed on the ground with a loud flop, his side throbbing in pain. Did he break a rib? He hoped not. He didn't have time for semi-serious injuries. Still, like a true warrior, he sucked it up and got back on his feet, scythe in hand, and sliced up at the demon. He grinned as it fell back in surprise. "Now you've gone and made me cranky," Connor said, "and I hate getting cranky."
Connor brought down the scythe and sliced the demon's head off, his whole body loosening with its demise. He'd forgotten how tense he was during battle. At least when he was in defense mode. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, letting the night breeze graze against his skin. He was tired. If luck was on his side, he wouldn't run into a demon. His luck, however, was never on his side. He wiped the beads of sweat from his brow as he stood up straighter, opened his eyes, and went back home.
Home. That was another thing that had been preying on his mind. Did he have a home? Could he really call it his? The duality that existed in his mind confused him some days. He always seemed to wonder which one was the real him. He'd accepted that the darker part of himself was, indeed, a part of him, but he liked the person he'd been turned into (which...was a whole different story when it came to having his whole life decided for him). This, of course, did not lend itself to warm and fuzzy reunions with so-called-family members.
Arm wrapped around his abdomen, Connor hobbled down the street. He needed to get back fast before some other demon caught a whif of his blood's scent. Also, he was a little hungry. A growin' boy and all that.
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