headtraumakim (headtraumakim) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-08 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-09 |
It's like James Bond with dog doo
Who: Trigger (solo)
Where: Various places about Scarlet Oak
When: All day.
What: Trigger stalking Liliya and eating foods.
Trigger’s day began simply enough. She got up, stretched, kicked around her skuzzy motel room to the fridge and produced herself some cold pizza and a beer. She took a long shower and scrubbed herself to the soothing tune of Styx’s Renegade. She ate some more pizza – totally naked – and checked her warding tattoos for any signs of change.
A couple of the spades on her back had gone from black to red, meaning she needed to have a white witch scour her for a curse. Probably from that snotty blood witch Trigger had dealt two days ago out in Ann Arbor. Bitch. Trigger had been forced to put the business end of her machete through her throat, but it looked like her final curse had managed to cling to her. She’d have to get it off before her protective wards drained.
Satisfied that this was the only warning sign, Trigger packed some lunch, her laptop, a tape recorder, and some reading material. Then got in her truck and spent the day following Cameron Calvert's 100 pound arch enemy in Prada pumps: Liliya Kennedy.
Liliya Kennedy hailed from the House Cyri od si Vyri. A mouthful of a House name belonging to a branch of fangs who angled themselves for political influence and world domination… or so said the supe haters. Scary thing was, they weren’t far off. A lot of the politicians and real power house people who outed themselves as vamps were Cyri vamps and this Liliya Kennedy chick was no exception. She was the local fang face to love, just enough in your face to get things done, but sweet and charming enough to win over the warm-blooded without making them fear for their necks. Like all politician she was a two-faced creature composed of political paper mache, the real shape of her only seen in private, the colorful and inviting public shell existing merely for show.
Not that Trigger cared. She was here to do some digging.
The first half of the day was boring, camped outside the woman’s house which was warded to hell and a heaven and back round again. She had to park on the far side of the road to get clear of the warding field and use binoculars to keep tabs. She called contacts asking about the woman and made notations to her tape recorder about the house, the warding spells in action, what the woman did all morning after waking. Mostly she just tooled around straightening things, calling people, straightening more things, answering e-mail, straightening house plants. Jesus H Christ this bitch loved her houseplants. She fiddled with them constantly between restraightening her CD collection and smoothing couch pillows.
Trigger, who was halfway through her Spicy Italian foot long, thumbed her recorder on. “This fang is the most neurotic ball of OCD that ever got bit, bled, and made to walk the earth for all eternity.” A pause. Trigger brought the recorder to her mouth again. “And this sandwich is fucking delicious." Munch!
About halfway through the day, Liliya’s car pulled out of the driveway and tooled off down the street. Trigger chose then to get out of her car and go investigate the house. She didn’t stay long. Poked around the wards, took notes on the house layout, went through her trash for receipts like a creeper, then left to go get MacDonalds, make threatening phone calls from payphones, and spam the woman’s inbox with hate mail and computer viruses. She also arranged to have her mailbox set on fire and put dog doo on her porch. If she did this much longer, she'd just give up and T-Pee the vampire's house.
It was weird knowing that she had a vamp in her sights but she wouldn’t be wasting them, as Calvert was only paying her to fuck around with Little Miss Sunshine and be a pain. Well, either way he was paying her for her creativity with mind games – however out of her expertise this was – so she’d have to step the fuck up wouldn’t she?
And by the end of the day she was pretty sure she had just the fuckery to do it.
Mmmm... Subway.