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Potential [20 Jan 2008|02:44pm]
Dear Vivian )
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[20 Jan 2008|02:52pm]
Voicemail for Victoria )
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Raining [20 Jan 2008|05:59pm]
Joseph had been in and out of the hospital more times than he cared to count and had met up with Sam, mentioning the specifics Grace was looking for in the weapon she wanted to buy. The other man had assured him he'd get a figure for Joseph in a couple days and that Joseph might need to do some legwork, which didn't bother him.

Currently Joseph was at his apartment, trying to catch up on some much needed sleep. But it would seem that his body betrayed him and Joseph found himself pacing restlessly, smoking a cigarette and over-thinking everything. He barely slept enough, and when he did sleep he was frequented by nightmares, nightmares that weren't easy to shake.

He knew what would help to take his mind off the fact he couldn't sleep-- if he returned that call and spoke to Rhiannon. It would be good to hear her voice and she might be able to help him figure this entire thing out. The vampires would come after Ben again, Joseph had a feeling in his gut about that, and he rarely ignored that.

Joseph settled on the nearby window ledge and opened up his phone, dialing Rhiannon's number without needing to look in his phone book for it. Hopefully it wasn't too late or early. He hadn't looked at the clock since it had started taunting him several hours ago.

He tipped his head towards the phone, inhaling a lungful of smoke before pushing it back out in a matter of seconds.

"Hello?" Rhiannon spoke loudly, in case it was as hard to hear her as it was to hear the phone. She squeezed her body beneath a small awning and watched the rain come down in sheets. A drain pipe gurgled thirstily nearby.

She had ventured out in the bad weather, figuring deserted streets meant people walking solo beneath umbrellas, not paying attention to their surroundings. Easy pickings for any fanged creature hungry enough to brave the downpour. It had been raining for days; the gutters carried trash in currents. Rhiannon's boots kept her feet dry, but her legs were soaked.

She cuffed her nose when a drop ran off it.

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