PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

What? No one's been eaten by anything lately? Maimed? Killed? I feel as if things have been awfully quiet.

It's quiet and all that does it make me antsy. Complacent. At least when you're scared you have something productive to focus your energy towards.

I hate this bloody city.

A lady loves expensive clothes
and pretty jewels and furs and french chapeaus
she loves her lingerie in black
it suits her zodiac

Loves a penthouse where she'll be content to stay
finds little gifts on her breakfast tray
but now and then pack and sail away
for a simple Riveria holiday

A lady loves beaucoup l'amour
but first of all she loves to be secure
and she adores the subtle phrase
that it's the man who pays

Yet there is one vital thought she will place above
all the things I mention of
that most of all a lady loves to love!

[ooc: A Lady Loves from I Love Melvin]

We should have gotten him.

I'm making holy water. Who needs some?

( Filtered to angels and Winchesters & co )

( Filtered to good guys )

( Claires )

OOC: Anyone wanting in who hasn't said anything before should respond to this post. Jessi will have John reply to each of them ICly and he'll place them in the groups that were OOCly made up based on their abilities. Thanks!

[backdated to late p.m. on the 5th]

Someone's been having an interesting few weeks, haven't they?

I feel as if I've found the two extremes my life could have taken. I lived one for ten years and the other for less than a week. Neither of them work. But I need to do something. Nothing won't work, not with everything I know. I've been trying, and I just-- I can't and I hate it. You can't run away from this life.

Of course, I was right. I didn't want to know.

And now that I've gone and thoroughly fucked over my life and cut out any and all options Back to your regularly bloody scheduled program.

What else am I supposed to do?

The guns are gone, the artwork's been returned, the safes have been emptied, and I've managed to ignore everything going on long enough to remove almost everything that reminds me of my former life.

It feels brilliant.

[The Hyperion]
Is Faith alright? I want to tell her I've taken her advice.

( Faith )


( Dean )


( [OOC] )

Oh hell, hell, bloody hell
I feel as though I should remember why--
There's a bloody armoury in here

I've never had to look at myself before. Christ, it's like a before and after of Jekyll and Hyde.

A new heiress in town with miracle healing pits on her back lawn? She must have something interesting stored up in that house of hers.

This could be the perfect thing to get me back into shape...

Trampolines? That's your grand plan, to annoy me to death?

Well that's a load off my shoulders. Or head, as it were. Time to get back to work.

[Sam Winchester]
I'm only going to say it once and I know you weren't the only one involved, but... thank you. I mean that.

I went to the cinema today and I think it was the most mundane thing I've done in ages.

That was

What the hell did

Platypuses? What on earth was I thinking?

Oh dear God. That'll put me off chocolate for awhile.

( Sam Winchester )

( Lilah Morgan )

What happened to all the servants? Why is my room such a mess and who is going to make my breakfast? I want breakfast now, and if it doesn't I'm telling mum and dad and you're all going to be in a world of trouble!

[ooc: bela? was a spoiled nine year old. bela's name also was not bela, and she will have no idea who you're talking about if you call her such.]

What does one do with a kitten you can't use for gambling?

Judging from some of the looks I've been getting as I've walked around in the past few days, I'm going to guess that the lot of you have most likely heard my name before. Probably not in the best of contexts. That's fair. It is; I might not have a criminal record, but I am a thief, and it's something I'm very comfortable with admitting. I was also working as Lilah Morgan's assistant at Wolfram and Hart until last Saturday. I'll admit to that as well. However, my employment there has been terminated-- a fact which a few of Lilah's ever so charming employees were more than happy to remind me of when I dropped by my flat yesterday to pick up my cat, among other things.

That said, I know there are quite a few of you here who must not trust me. I'll answer whatever questions you may have of me. If I had fingerprints or a criminal record, I'd invite you to run those through a search. Unfortunately, I have neither, so questions and answers are the only things I can offer you at this time.

Honestly, I'm not going to bite.

WE'RE NOT KILLING ANY VIRGINS, GUYS.

I know I was leaning toward it before, but that was a year ago and we were DESPERATE and TRAPPED, this isn't even close to
You're all over
Man.
I hate people.

[Backdated to Thursday Night]

We'll keep this very simple: My name is Bela Talbot, and I know where your brother is. I've seen him, actually; talked to him this morning and once the day before. I'll likely see him again tomorrow. He's being held at Wolfram and Hart. He gave me four names, yours, Sarah Petrelli, Cordelia Chase, and Faith Lehane. Apparently you're the bang up group who's going to get in here and help me get him out.

In the interest of disclosure, I'm a thief and I work for Wolfram and Hart. I assist Lilah Morgan, which was how I happened across Peter. I can get you in and I can out. I cannot and will not make any guarantees for what will happen in between those steps, especially if you decide not to listen to me.

I have absolutely no idea what your brother did to make Miss. Morgan so angry, but whatever it was, she's taken great offence. Healing power that he appears to have aside, I've no idea how much longer he's going to last in here, whether that be physically or mentally. I abhor torture, and as Peter is one of the few I've had to attend to that hasn't attempted to kill me yet, I'm feeling more willing to help him than I have others.

You've absolutely no reason to trust me, I know that. But if nothing else, trust the fact that even sending this message puts a price on my head. That's two now, and it's not a number I'm exactly jumping at joy with the thought of increasing.

Think about it. The window of opportunity is small, and we won't have much time.

I know you want the bullets, and I'm willing to hand them over. No games, no deals, no tricks. They're back in my possession, but they're not going to stay that way for long, so we need to do this fast.

I've picked everything up you left, thank you. I'm aiming for Monday evening, if all goes according to plan and my bags are delivered on time. You will, ideally, have your 'gift' delivered sometime early on Tuesday morning, so the space should be prepared by then.

I'll also be dropping by sometime before then to pick up the bullets I left at Wolfram and Hart. I have a buyer... of sorts.

Poker with kittens? Trading tabbies and Siamese for information and sport for use in God knows what afterwards, goes even beyond my sensibilities.

Goddamned demons in this world. For the love of all that's holy, I need new contacts.

Honestly, I'm far too exhausted for having been working beach houses the past two weeks. Heard from a few of my contacts that a certain demon has been taken care of? Brilliant. I do mean that.

And now I think I've a need to go sleep for a week.

I'll be going underground for the next few weeks. I still wish and plan to work, but I'll need any assignments to be called in or emailed; I can't be seen entering or leaving your building. Anything acquired will be sent to the office by disposable courier or held until I can deliver it myself. I'll be using this time to set up secure locations around the city and increasing my holdings. I'm also in the beginning stages of a plan and for it to succeed I need to not anger anyone connected with the Winchesters or this Champion of yours.

As I said before, I'm going to need your thugs. Preferably those of a supernatural variety to make it look... real, shall we say. I am also going to need a detailed dossier on Peter Petrelli and the abilities that you know of or suspect he possesses. Weaknesses will be needed as well and nothing can be left out. I still plan to play the part of the damsel in distress, but in order to create a complete catalogue I'll need to know everything you already do.

Things will flesh out as soon as I have that information. For now, the most important thing is for me to keep my head down. There should be no connections between myself and Wolfram and Hart.

This is the last flat I'm moving into, I swear it. This is getting absolutely ridiculous, and I dare say the cat is becoming confused. The breaking and entering game was fun, girls, but next time I do believe we'll be doing it in reverse.

[Filtered to Anton Chigurh]
I think I may be in need of your services. Faith; she calls herself a Vampire Slayer, and I'd like her hurt.
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[Filtered to the general baddie populace; Azazel and Lilith can see]
There is a gun in circulation right now that could kill each and every one of you, no matter what you are. No matter how dead and already immortal you are. It's an old Colt, and I admit that it doesn't look like much, but it is. Currently, it's in the hands of people who won't hesitate to use it against something they see as inhuman and 'evil'. I can vouch for the fact that they'll shoot at what's human and 'evil' as well.

It would be in your best interests, if you plan on being any sort of active within this city, that you find this gun. Immediately. Usually I would charge for a name, but I'm feeling generous.

Ruby, a demon, and two human brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. They shouldn't be hard to find. Believe me when I say that you want this gun. It's a beautiful thing, and if you have enemies, well... this is your ticket out of trouble.

Game on?
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It figures with my luck... I leave the deadbolt unlocked one sodding time and I come back to find I need a completely new flat.

Bloody demons.

Given recent developments, it seems to me that certain people should have accepted certain deals when they were offered.

Well by now you've all seen my former colleague's little announcement.

In case any of you didn't understand the implications of that, it means that I am now in charge of Wolfram and Hart.

Any questions or comments, please direct them to my assistant.

Alright, boys, out with it. Given recent developments, how much would you be willing to pay for it?

My name is Alex Lugosi and I sell unique items to those who can afford them. I've only just arrived here and I wish to establish connections with those in Los Angeles who might be interested in buying or selling.

What do I sell? Items of a supernatural variety are my speciality and on the other side of the coin I am very open to purchasing anything one might have to sell. I'm currently working on building up my stores once more, but I do have one item I'm looking to sell at present. It's a mojo bag, a very old and very powerful mojo bag for protection and a minimal bit of good luck that I will personally guarantee is still providing the same amount of both that it was when it was put together. I managed to find my way out of Hell, after all. It's Louisianan in origin, and I reckon dates to about 1860. It's worth a lot.

I offer my services, though for a price. If you're interested in the bag,you think you might be interested in anything else I might have in the future , or you need something acquired, simply reply here with an offer. I'll be sure to alert you as my inventory grows.

Well. Thank goodness for HSBC. Money, at least, is ticked off the list.

Given what I've read, I can't be the only person who's just found themselves here in Los Angeles, can I? All things considered, it's not horrendous. Two thousand and five, yes? I'm sure I have property here somewhere.

Azazel. Contact me as soon as you get this message.

There's something wrong here. The people are happy.

...could someone please explain to me where I am?

Or even better how I got here?