| Out Like a Light |
[02 Jun 2008|12:32am] |
Well, it seemed the proverbial cat was now out of the bag.
Corbett flung his copy of the Beacon to the ground with a huff, shaking his head. The federal government had apparently started sticking its nose into all matters supernatural, and somehow the newspaper caught wind of it. The Watcher had heard rumors in the past few weeks of a government program, and though he still doubted the paper’s sources, he already knew what was out there.
He also knew the general public finding out was a very, very bad thing.
Corbett lit up a smoke, taking a long first puff. Sitting in silence, the Watcher thought of his options. He didn’t know the particulars of this government project – aside from rumors, the newspaper article was the first he’d heard of it – but given the American political climate in recent decades, Corbett figured paranoia would ensue, if it hadn’t already.
These weren’t the terrorists of the immediate post-9/11 years. Fanatical as bin Laden and his cronies were, they were still human. What the government was tapping into now … Corbett couldn’t help but think they weren’t ready for what they’d find. The Watcher chuckled as he took another drag, thinking that if he were in charge, he’d try to recruit as much supernatural back-up as possible. Vampires, Slayers, Watchers … the whole nine.
( Not a damn thing. )
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| Beacon Exclusive - Monster Terror Confirmed |
[02 Jun 2008|01:15am] |
Ghastly murders at Oxtech Industries, 'Bat Girl', monsters and destruction tearing through Las Vegas... The Beacon's covered it all, but up until recently, there was always room for doubt. While tales, witnesses and circumstantial evidence have been increasing in recent years, we now bring to you exclusive proof of not only these long-rumoured monsters in our midst, but governmental intervention in the same!
These sensational pictures are captured from digital footage captured by our very own David Fuller. Although unable to trace the registration plates, this film and several documents recovered from the vehicle have been analysed by a gathered team of experts, ranging from fields as diverse as vehicles to typography. Their verdict? The real deal!
Read Fuller's amazing article inside, along with pictures not yet aired on last night's television reports! While certain passages from the documents are blanked out for reasons of national security, we believe it in the public's interest to reveal those sections pertaining to the "neutralisation and capture" of "illegal disincarnates" and "entities of non-human origin". As can be seen, associated pictures go far beyond potential human mutations: One creature has what can only be described as a squid-like head, another is feasting on an injured 'comrade' and a seventh like a mutilated parrot with the body of a cactus. News has already caused an uproar our findings are now being spread to numerous international media outlets.
Also, find your free 'Misty, The Snow-Clown' stickers on page 15! Searchlight's very own shenanigan-meister!
[Written by E.]
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| Striking a Bargain |
[02 Jun 2008|11:42am] |
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Serving your country, blah, blah, blah. Protecting the homeland, blah, blah, blah. Bullshit, the lot of it. Leah scratched the back of her neck as she moved through the chow line in the cafeteria. She'd heard the sales pitch and didn't believe a word of it, but she was stuck for now.
If she backed out of being a part of their little circus then she'd be starving again back in that holding cell before she knew it. Maybe at some point she could get out of it, but it didn't look like it would happen anytime soon.
So for now she played good little soldier girl while trying to do as little as possible.
The hybrid plopped a piece of strawberry pie on her tray, one that already contained a chicken salad wrap and a diet soda, and looked around for a familiar face to sit with...and that's when she spotted Grace.
( Long Time, No See )
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| Text Message for Whistler |
[02 Jun 2008|01:02pm] |
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"CALL!"
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| Drowning Her Sorrows |
[02 Jun 2008|11:28pm] |
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The truth was that Bethany had been a little more ruffled by her arrest than she’d allowed the government agent to see and she felt the best way to deal with the nerves was by getting herself a drink.
But she didn’t go to any old bar, she went to a well known if not ridiculously priced cocktail bar that catered to some of the biggest names in Vegas. With contacts like Bethany’s it wasn’t hard to get yourself into a place like that, the only tricky thing was catching the bartender’s attention for long enough to get your drink.
And her mood was not as good as it could have been, given that she was still nursing a slight concussion and the bruises had blossomed into vivid colour. They wouldn’t be there for long, she knew that, but they were there and that was enough to put her ill at ease.
She tapped her nails against the metallic surface of the bar, hearing them click in subsequent rhythmic motions, impatience and irritation clear in the tune they played out. It finally took her reaching across the bar and tangling her fingers in his collar for him to look at her. “I’ve been waiting twenty minutes for you to get your act together and frankly my patience for your ineptitude has worn rather thin.”
The bartender blinked and looked much like a deer caught in headlights. “Can I… uh, take your order?”
“Better,” Bethany purred. “Dirty Martini.” She untangled her fingers and pushed him back across the bar. “Let’s see how quick you can do your job.” She gave a sweet smile tinged with danger. “Ready. Set. Go.” Her eyebrows lifted with the last word and she watched with some amusement as he scrambled to make her drink.
She shook back her hair and tilted her neck into her hand, closing her eyes as she blocked out the world around her. Not that she could ignore the sensation of being watched, it was a cold indifferent gaze. That much she could tell by how the hairs across the back of her neck rose and stood on edge.
God, she hated feeling on edge all the time.
Bethany needed to relax and then see if she couldn’t find somebody who knew anything about where captives were taken, see if there was a way in. She’d slaughter anybody who stood in her way. She had made mistakes by being too rash and too impulsive in the past, she wasn’t about to make the same decisions and risk everything.
The drink was settled in front of her and Bethany ate the olive first before she indulged herself in the alcohol itself.
[Thread: Open to Darian]
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