| Rescue Me |
[24 Jun 2008|09:29pm] |
Las Vegas was in chaos.
Emerging healed and freshly rested from the Wolfram and Hart complex, Grace found the city in a tumult unlike anything she'd seen in years. It seemed that the lid had come off of the government's project with a bang, and now people were actually facing the fact that vampires and demons walked among them and had done so since God alone knew when.
It seemed politic to keep to the shadows as much as she could, but she passed a group of rabble-rousers in the law firm's parking lot, and apparently they'd heard enough about what went on behind closed doors that they knew her for what she was too.
They gave chase, and she'd made it to her car when they caught up to her. Easy to be scared shitless of something they'd never seen, but now that they had a face to attach to their nightmares it was different.
Their mistake was trying to drag her out of the Plymouth. That made her get mean.
It was amazing what a two-ton automobile could do to dissuade someone from setting you on fire, and Grace took great pleasure in backing over one or two of her more aggressive pursuers, using them like human speed bumps before squealing out of the parking lot, leaving skid marks and blue smoke in her wake. Maybe it was time to dump this city altogether, if it was going to keep up like this.
The vampire pointed the car back towards her hotel. A few more loose ends to be snipped, and she was done with this joint.
Thread open to Deanna
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| The Odd Couple |
[24 Jun 2008|09:43pm] |
[Takes Place Before 'Whatever Means Necessary']
Well. The fecal matter had finally hit the oscillating device.
Connor had seen it on television. On a dozen televisions at once, actually, since he'd been walking past the window of a pawn shop when Action News aired their live segment with Josiah Markowitz. He'd stepped inside when he'd realized what was going down, watched the agent's multiple images spilling everything he knew about Project Integration, as if the newscast had been shot inside a funhouse. It was almost a relief, really, the end of the waiting period, anticipating the dropping of the other shoe. When it was over, Connor walked back out onto the sidewalk, feeling weirdly lighter.
Since then? Chaos. He'd fought and staked a pack of four vampires who started to kick up their heels a little too soon, as if now was the perfect time to start partying. He figured that as word spread, the feeding frenzy might get worse, but this was the sort of chaos he could deal with. The wait-and-see part? Not so much.
The Destroyer was currently standing next to a phone booth, jingling some quarters in his hand and waiting for the woman in the neon-blue pantsuit to finish her call. Rhiannon's words were still fresh in his mind, and really, this might be the best time to give Star that call. The entire world was going crazy right in front of him; he might as well compound the insanity by calling a girl.
Pantsuit Woman exited the small space, and Connor gave her a brief nod and stepped inside to pull the doors shut after him. The napkin was thoroughly wadded up by now, and he smoothed it out on the glassed in wall before punching in the numbers.
If he could do this without stuttering, that'd be a bonus.
Star's cell phone was resting on a sleek, glass table in Victoria's hotel suite. As it rang, it vibrated itself off the edge and bounced beneath the couch.
The blonde was trying on an outfit stolen from Victoria's closet. Star's changes of clothes were in the apartment she shared with Leah. She hadn't yet gotten up the nerve to go there. Not because she was worried about the confrontation, but because she was a little fuzzy on the rules. Could she get inside? Technically she paid rent to live there, but it was actually Leah's place. Star was just a boarder. No telling what the rules of vampire engagement would make of that situation.
She smoothed the long, silken ensemble into place and did an experimental twirl in front of the mirror. No reflection answered. Logically she knew this would be the case, but couldn't help hoping. On a frustrated grunt, Star stormed towards the couch in a blur of saphire blue. On its fourth ring, she located the cell phone, which displayed an unfamiliar number, and flipped it open. "Hello?"
( Ooh La-La! )
( Ch-Ch-Changes )
( Who Wants To Be a Voyeur? )
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