| Coming Out |
[03 Jul 2008|11:40am] |
Note: takes place at the same time as "Whatever Means Necessary"
"Make sure to have the cots far enough apart to let people walk through," Becky reminded Julie and Mallory as the two women rolled out a stack of the things on a pallet from a nearby store room into the gymnasium. The harried Red Cross staffer was being pulled in several different directions at once and didn't have the time to babysit the volunteers as much as she might like.
"No problem," Julie reassured the middle aged woman, and the staffer nodded before moving over to check on the soup and sandwich line just outside the doors. They'd decided to come up to Vegas and help out when the organization put out a call for volunteers, and were promptly put to work along with a few others to help set up cots along with tables for a sandwich line outside. People were already coming in to use the services too, the news was full of widespread reports of problems throughout the metro area. It seemed that demons, supernatural and otherwise, were coming out of the woodwork following Agent Markowitz's revelations on television news a few nights earlier.
"This is crazy," she muttered to Mallory just loud enough for the other woman to hear. "How much worse can it get, do you think?"
( Don't ask )
( Worse )
( Panic and Opportunism )
The NPCs of Nancy Hollingsworth and Kenny were written by both Stargazer and Tim.
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| Access Granted |
[03 Jul 2008|01:01pm] |
While there was nothing lavish about Tyler's new apartment, its humble interior still had warmth that shone through in a simplistic fashion. Perhaps it was his Japanese background. There, every home, even a home that housed an impoverished family would be beautiful in its balance. That extroverted sense of beauty had traveled across the sea with the young man.
Ty lay across the couch; his left forearm draped across his forehead as his dark thoughts plagued his mind. The lack of hunting opportunities was driving him insane. Topped with the fact that he was fairly convinced his phone wasn't working, it would have sufficed to say that he was getting frustrated.
Apparently, frustration was the new red.
Star Tomlin was one week a vampire, and had yet to sink teeth into her first living prey. It should be noted that she did not starve; there was blood enough to survive on in her sire's refrigerator. Or at least, there had been, until the newly undead blonde had gone through the entire stock.
What caused the trouble? It was those damned spells.
First, there was a spell to retain her soul. That remained intact, and Star didn't regret its effectiveness, though being without guilt would simple things up, a bit. Second, a spell to subdue her inner demon, which chomped at the bit to unleash dark impulses, despite her lackadaisical habits and tendency to like rather than eat people. Oh, it was that second spell that was problematic. After a while, her hunger for blood was sated, but her hunger for a hunt just wasn't. That spell was simply no match...
The streets were an increasingly difficult place to find strangers, who could be seduced into exposing their necks for a little nibble. I promise I won't drink it all...
Even elevator rides within the hotel became small tortures. Really, I'm not a lush! I could stop. Sure, I've had my years of indulgence, but I've grown as a person...
In the end, there was only one man Star trusted herself to be around. One who was not only immortal, and her boyfriend, but could kick her ass if she got too thirsty. Outside Tyler's apartment, she pressed her nose up to the door jamb, simply breathing in his scent.
Tyler, despite his whirlwind of thoughts, couldn't help but feel the presence that approached his door. His insides twisted. It was a combination that froze him for a moment. On one hand, he could feel the presence of a vampire in close proximity.
On the other hand, there was the distinct impression that the woman he loved was also here.
It didn't take his mind very long to connect the dots, but he had no desire to rush to any conclusions. He didn't move. Instead, he stayed on the couch, waiting for the doorknob to turn, anticipation coursing through him. When the knob didn't turn, he chuckled to himself. “You are coming in, right?”
Oh, you jerk!
( The World's Doofiest Couple )
[Thread: Open to Tyler and Star]
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| Safe House? |
[03 Jul 2008|06:49pm] |
"C'mon, its only a few more steps, we're almost there..."
The drive back to Searchlight had taken place in a sort of daze, and Mallory had only thought of getting a blanket out of the back of the truck to drape around Julie's bare shoulders once they were actually within the town limits. She was currently walking the werewolf up the steps to the Lighthouse so she could see if that bullet had done more than graze her friend. She kept looking over her shoulder every few feet as if expecting to find another news crew following after them.
Julie's purse was missing, which meant they'd left it back at the Red Cross center. Hopefully there'd be a way to get it back. Mallory eased the brunette up the last couple of steps, reaching for the door handle. Wondering if Julie was coherent yet.
( Taking Care of Their Own )
Mallory waited until she heard the water start to run, wondering if she shouldn't have tried to say something encouraging. Then she let out a long sigh and padded out of the room, deciding to leave Julie in peace. There was nothing she could say, anyway. The cat - or rather, the wolf - was out of the bag now.
This whole thing just got better and better.
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| Here's To the Insanity |
[03 Jul 2008|10:15pm] |
Corbett really should’ve left by now, but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to do so.
Maybe it was some connection he felt to the place since he’d finally found closure with Teresa and a new Slayer in Faith. Or perhaps it was the fact that things were so out-of-whack right now the Watcher thought he might be of use should someone ask.
Thing was, no one was asking. And even if they did, Corbett had no guarantee he’d be able to offer anything more than an “Oh, dear” or a “Bloody hell.” Corbett had been around long enough to know a Watcher’s job description went a little more in-depth than that.
He wandered into the Lighthouse, not necessarily for a bite to eat or a drink – though a pint sounded splendid at the moment. He found Mallory sitting at the bar and smiled to himself as he approached. The Watcher mounted one of the stools, flagging down the bartender.
The place was dead. Not entirely unexpected, given the late hour and the madness surrounding the world.
“’Ello,” he offered after ordering a drink.
( What a jackass )
Mallory stepped out of the bar into the last of the day's sun, peering around suspiciously for anything that even remotely looked like a van from a television station. But the coast was clear, and so she tromped across the broken asphalt of the parking lot on her way home.
Calls to make, plans to consider, things to do. The world was changing again.
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