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[Monday
June 22nd, 2009 at 8:25pm] |
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Who: Bianca and Emma
What: Patrol
When: Sunday, August 31st, 2003 9:30pm
Where: Streets of LA
Why: Someone needs to bring justice to these streets.
Rating: ???
Status: Begun.
The air stung her lungs. Tonight was unusually cold for this time of year in LA from what Bianca had learned. Then again, with all the crap going down, how could you be sure of anything anymore. Around this time of year the leaves would be changing color back in NY. A sigh escaped her lips as old reminiscing of her days with Saint walking through Central Park; Leaves cascading to their feet in brilliant shares of orange, yellow and red. Occasionally you’d find an extraordinary specimen with all the color shades of fall. Those had been the best nights to move the walk back home and have the fall chill warmed from your bones with a night of togetherness.
Eyes remained steadily locked on the road with a steely determination. Many things had been going right lately and the detective wasn’t about to let any of it be fucked up if she could help it. Things were getting in too deep to have something fouled up now.
A sudden flash of light off to the side of her vision caused her jaw to tighten and maneuver the vehicle over to the side of the street. Parking with ease Bianca checked the gear she was carrying on her person before sliding from behind the drivers wheel of the unmarked patrol car. Walking calmly in the direction of the flash a 9mm was silently drawn from its holster. If trouble was about to happen Bianca wanted to be on top of it before this trouble even knew what hit it. Wrapping both hands around the grip of the gun Bianca laid her back to the corner of the wall before turning to move down the ally. Slowing her breathing the detective listened carefully to what sort of challenge lay in wait just around the corner for her. Would this be a breeze or something of a much higher caliber? Only the final step would solve that question.
Planting a foot solidly on the ground Bianca pivoted on her foot to move her body to face inside the ally. “Freeze and put your hands in the air!” The gun remained clutched between two hands as arms extended in a ‘V’ shape with a slight bend at the elbows to absorb the recoil she was sure she’d be experiencing shortly from the gun.
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[Monday
June 22nd, 2009 at 10:06pm] |
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Who: Ash and Open
What: Hot Cocoa!
When: Friday, Setember 5th, 2003 – 9am
Where: Café Ala Mondu
Why: Attack of the hot chocolate fiend!
Rating: ??
Status: Open
The gig last night had been fantastic! They had played a pretty much normal gig. Telling a story through a series of songs which were all covers from other bands but last night… Last night Fortunate Fate had snuck in an original song and the crowd had loved it!!!!! Ash had even turned off his powers for that one song to see if people really liked it or not… AND THEY HAD!!! The springy little demon boy bounce, pranced and frolicked all down the street to the little shop as the high of a successful concert the night before remained streaming with ease through his veins.
Hopping from one foot to another with absolute glee Ash played hop-scotch with the street squares right before entering into the coffee shop. Skipping through the door way into the little café a beaming smile remained on his face from the internal joy the boy felt. An obvious bounce remained in his step as Ash approached the counter and smiled at the familiar face of the barista. She greeted him warmly asking if the bright and shining boy had finally fallen in love and a simple shake of his head dispelled the notion. “Nope! Just an extra amazing concert!” He stated semi-playful and semi matter-of-factly as he leaned against the counter, chin being cupped in the palm of his hand. “I’ll have the normal this morning.” With a smile and a nod the girl set to making up his hot cocoa.
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[Monday
June 22nd, 2009 at 10:22pm] |
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Who: Sita and Open
What: Picking up.
When: Saturday, September 6th, 2003 – 3pm
Where: Hotel halls
Why: I don’t need a bloody why you sodding yank.
Rating: ??
Status: On
The day had held its share of ups and downs. Though Hex’s abilities and prowess in her schooling continued to steadily grow the girl still had a long way to go yet. Hex knew that though and admittal of your weaknesses was one of the first steps needed to improve your abilities. If Sita had been stuck with an annoying little twerp like Katherine had been, only god knows what would have happened at this point. “Woulda broken ‘er legs.” Muttered the watcher to her self as she collected the books from the days studies. Sighing eyes roamed carefully over the selection of language books before placing them back on the table. Maybe another girl in the hotel would want to learn something of another culture? Dark pools narrowed for a moment before she sighed again. Yanking a sharpie and post it notes from her carrier bag the hired hand scrawled notes onto each post-it instructing that the books could be used by anyone but they must be left on the table. Flipping open to a random page Sita scrawled her name in Chinese through one of the blank margins in each book so that if any of the girls tried to be a sneaky little thief they’d be caught red-handed with ease.
Flipping the books closed and stuffing the supplies back into her carrier bag the watcher turned before shoulder the bag stiffly. It had been a long day and a headache was starting to throb at her temples. Thankfully the stiffness in her body and the headache were all that were problems at this moment. Maybe a beer would do her good in a nice lounge type bar. Adjusting the bag Sita made her way down one of the many corridors she’d need to navigate in order to get back out to where her car had been parked.
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[Monday
June 22nd, 2009 at 10:47pm] |
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Who: Iden and Sylas
What: An Answer.
When: Monday, September 1st, 2003 – 11pm
Where: Iden in her room and Sylas in her room.
Why: Sylas did ask a question.
Rating: G
Status: Started.
Fingers danced over the keys of the keyboard in front of her nervously without typing a single thing. Just listening to the click her fingers made bouncing off the keys in a strange way helped to ease the techno witch’s nerves. Realistically she’d made her mind several days ago but the day she was going to say something one of their own had been attacked. It just hadn’t seemed acceptable to approach this matter since that moment. Things needed time to settle a little before this gap was breeched. With a deep and strong inhale the youngest watcher steeled herself for what was going to happen next. A definite nod was given to her self and fingers began producing commands as they flew across her keyboard. “You know you can do it, There’s really nothing to it.” Muttered the techno witch to her self.
In a matter of moments enough commands had been entered. Sylas’s computer specifically had been easily identified and the hacking process began. It seemed like literally only a few keystrokes and the security measures placed on the blonde butch bombshell’s security measures had been blown by without the littlest of resistance for such a master hacker as Iden. Setting up the IM emulator just like she had in Syd’s brain was a breeze as well. The program simulated an AOL instant message box so that information and communication could be sent back and forth between the two parties. Finishing up the last piece of the code Iden hit enter and a text box similar looking to AIM popped up for her to enter her message in.
With a deep inhale and slow Exhale Iden readied her self and typed in a short message before worriedly pressing the enter button to send the message to the other woman, which would pop up just like a regular old instant message, only it would bypass any program Sylas had running in order to appear on top of all the other programs.
(IM)
Techno_Rapture: Hey there Sylas, Iden here. Having fun with your game? I see by the response settings and the programming script running that your doing pretty well in it. :)
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[Monday
June 22nd, 2009 at 11:01pm] |
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Who: Iden and Open
What: Around the hotel.
When: Thurs, September 4th, 2003 – 12pm
Where: Iden just walking around the hotel.
Why: Girl needs to stretch her legs!
Rating: G
Status: Started.
The youngest watcher roamed the halls. Her eyes had been strained enough for the day and Iden had decided it was a time for break. Standing had initially caused a low whimper to come from the watchers lips as her muscles screamed at her in rebuttal. How long had it been that she’d been crouched over her work table putting together and taking apart every possibility she could in her head on how to perfect the newest tinker toy she was making for the slayers? Blinking a few times to clear her eyes the clock sitting over to her left revealed that Iden had been at this job for about 6hrs. That’s why now she found her self wondering aimlessly. Part of the witch longed to leave the hotel but at the same time she really didn’t have the energy to do so. With all of her assigned tasks they really had been sucking tons of energy from her. Iden had managed to get a couple nose bleeds this week alone.
Sighing heavily Iden stretched her neck from one side to the other as her head leaned one way then the other. Rolling her shoulders and swinging her arms back and forth a couple times the techno witch debated heading down to the training room but with the throng of slayers about and her own tired body and mind, that seemed like probably one of the worst ideas ever. Instead Iden continued to aimless walk along the halls, taking note in her mind of areas that would later need her carpentry expertise for repair and possible items that could use to be replaced, walls that needed to be painted or perhaps even wall papered. The simple little task allowed the watcher to stretch her muscles and wonder around the hotel while keeping her mind entertained at the check list that was quickly forming as a smile remained on her face.
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[Monday
June 22nd, 2009 at 11:21pm] |
Who: Kelsey and Emma
What: Some….thing?
When: Friday, September 5th, 2003 – 6pm
Where: The Hotel.
Why: I wanna.
Rating: ???
Status: Started.
The baby dark slayer shifted in her spot outside of Emma’s door. Obviously the Empath knew Kel was standing outside the door if she was paying any sort of attention at all. It wouldn’t surprise Kel if any moment Emma would be telling her to come in. A heavy exhale of air was pushed out of the slayers nose as her eyes remained locked on the door in front of her. Things between them had been so rocky lately. Part of Kel wondered how much of this was her fault and how much of this was Emma’s fault. Where they both to blame here for the problems they had been having. ‘URGH. This is going to give me a fucking headache if I stand here much longer.’ With a low groan the tough girl wanted to beat her head into a the door in front of her but that would only make Emma wonder what the fuck was going on.
Placing a hand on the door knob Kel knocked softly before entering the room, just to let Emma know she was there in case the Empath wasn’t paying attention to the energies around her. Slipping in Kel closed the door behind her, leaning back against it for a moment as her eyes graced the floor before lurking up to be greeted with Emma’s form. “Hey.” The word slipped from her mouth with a certain ease that it always did. Shifting Kel reached up rubbing her own shoulder with the hand and eyes dropped to the floor again. It still remained a little sore from the festivities of the night before at work. “I got tonight off.” Eyes crept higher to try to meet Emma eyes. “You uh, wanna, you um know, do something tonight?” A hand waved in the air semi-nervously as she wasn’t sure how Emma was going to respond to the proposed idea since things had been so uncomfortable lately. “We could go out or something, you know." Kel shifted again in the spot she stood. "I got paid earlier this week so money’s not an issue or, uh, you know, anything.” Eyes darted away and then moved up to meet Emma's again looking for an answer.
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