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[Saturday
November 29th, 2008 at 9:22am]

sweet_murder
[ mood | confused ]
[ music | Still Frame ]

Who: Kelsey and Emma.
What: Hanging out.
Where: Emma’s bedroom.
When: Monday, June 30th, 2003 – 11:30pm
Why: Because 10 days have passed.
Rating: PG
Scene: Fade In.

Man shit was weird. Then again, that seemed to be a repeating thought since the dark baby slayer had made her way to this hotel nearing a month ago at this point. Talk about your life taking a 180. One day your carefree smoking weed, snorting blow, drinking like there’s no tomorrow and fucking whoever you feel like; the next your taking classes, actually bothering to read shit, only fucking one person and not doing any drugs – along with being very confused on a regular basis. It was all very… weird. Just like that blond chick she had run into earlier. ‘Belle was her name. At least it was cool to talk about Aerosmith.’ Fingertips danced along the spine of the book as eyes didn’t really take in any of the material though she was desperately trying to focus on reading. Shifting positions the tough girl arranged a couple pillows and pressed back against them as she leaned against the wall with knees pulled up towards her chest. Resting the book on her thighs eyes continued to search the pages though hardly anything then the occasional picture was sinking in too deep. Thoughts wondered further away from the subject matter in the book as they drifted back to her talk with Katherine the week before. Katherine had said that four letter “L” word and… had Emma used it?... That part was still foggy in her memory… It was possible… Though it was also possible Kel had just been hearing things… But she hadn’t been high, or delusional, or injured… She had been really fucking tired though.

A flustered huff of air was given from the slayer as eyes stopped moving over the page though they continued to stare blankly at it and thoughts started to become heavy with confusion and frustration. Thus far Kel had kept quiet about the interaction with Katherine, not because it was some huge secret, but because she wanted to try to figure things out on her own; it was all confusing and worrisome and liberating and… odd… all at once. Something inside of her suddenly felt a lot more free, though at the same instance very weighed down with all of this new information on what could be happening to her. It was strange all the little new random things in the room made the room feel smaller somehow and in some weird way it grated on her nerves. Not only was she losing her emotional and mental space to a mess of confusing issues and complications, now the physical of space of Emma’s room was being lessened. Not by much really, but it was more things to deal with regardless. She could always go back to her room, though her own things being thrown this way and the other probably would have grated on her nerves a lot more, though at least it would have been her own things then and she could do as she pleased with them; unlike now.

( An ocean of emotion baby and I just want to sail back to you. )

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[Sunday
November 23rd, 2008 at 8:55pm]

devotion_o_eons
Who: Sita and Hex
What: A talk.
Where: Hyperion Hotel
When: After the attack at Dave and Busters
Why: What the sodding ‘ell was she thinking?
Rating: PG (language)
Scene: Fade Out. (Complete)

“Wut in the sodding face of mother earth where you bloody thinking?!” Hands were waved in the air before the other watcher could even speak. “No, bloody forget it! Learn ‘ow to do your sodding job and if you can’t bloody ‘ack the responsibility of this, go get your ‘abdabs out somewhere else. If it ‘adn’t been fer my showing up yer ‘alf-sharp and ‘am-fisted idea of a bloody escape would ‘ave gotten you both killed! That was one ma’usive all to pot and you better know this is all on your bloody ‘ead there witchy wench.” With another rather violent and threatening pointing at Iden the hand gesture was quickly removed from the other woman’s face as Sita turned and stomped off up the stairs in the direction of Hex’s room.

Finding herself in front of the door knuckles pounded harshly against the door before the watcher let her self into the room without waiting for the ok to enter. With the hair on the back of her neck still standing on end from the verbal abuse she had just laid out on the other woman, Hex was next. “And you, wut the bloody ‘ell is this? You know you ‘ave people after you. Why the bloody ‘ell were you off gallivanting about? Were you trying to get bloody caught?” With another rather violent hand gesture sweeping across her form to dismiss any more words hard eyes dug into the girl before a heavy sigh was released and she made her way over to the bed where Hex had been stationed. Sitting down heavily the bed bounced beneath her weight and she sat for a moment thoughtfully before turning and looking at Hex, much calmer then she previously had been. “’ow bad they get you luv?” Leaning over Sita picked that the girls shirt were scorch marks were obvious, trying to get a better look at the possible wound.
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[Friday
November 21st, 2008 at 5:18pm]

techno_rapture
[ mood | excited ]
[ music | Click me ]

Who: Iden, Slay crew and any other dance club goers!
What: A night out!
When:Saturday, July 5th, 2003 – 7:45pm
Why: Because Iden’s decided that everyone needs a night of fun, on her!
Where: The hottest new dance club in LA! ‘The Cat’s Meow’
Rating: ??? – A huge dance club, guess anything’s possible!
Scene: Fade In.

The new watcher had practically been giddy all week as her plans had slowly come together piece by piece. The tickets had been bought, the door cover charge taken care of, the reservations made and she had found the most gorgeous dress, EVER; In all of existence, seriously. Thursday at breakfast she had announced to the girls that there was going to be a field trip Saturday night in which they would need to be dressed nicely for, something at least vaguely close to semi-formal attire would be required and the girls all needed to be in the lobby by 8pm sharp (which would give 15minutes for the chronically late to filter in before they would head out). Instruction had also been left to the elder members of the group that they were expected to participate as well, following the same rules as the girls had been instructed on. There was going to be an assignment on this trip as well, so they all should come well prepared with anything they would normally take with them on a ‘normal night out’ (not slayer normal night out, an actual normal night out she had made sure to clarify) was what she had told the girls. Yes the smile on her face when she had made the announcement made it blatantly obvious that the youngest member of the watchers crew was up to something, she couldn’t hide that, but she certainly could hide what exactly she had planned on.

Pulling her blackberry out Iden hit send twice and brought the phone up to her ear. The line on the other end rung a few times before a man answered. “Hello, my name is Iden Javskill, I made reservations with your services earlier this week and I wanted to double check my reservation for the time of 8:20pm?” A confirmation came from the man on the other end of the phone and Iden’s smile widened. “Thank you and assuming all goes well, I hope to be doing business again with you in the future.” Her younger brother had suggested the company, something about mom and dad using them all the time so the family reputation running with the group assured her there would be little or no problems tonight. Glancing at the time before she slipped the phone away she sighed heavily.

( And off to the dance club we go. )

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[Friday
November 21st, 2008 at 2:58pm]

kat_st_james
Who: All hotel lingerers interested
What: Barbecue at the beach & fun in the sun
When: Friday, July 4th, 2003
Where: Casey's friend's private beach
Rating: PG13 at least
Status: In Progress

The lead watcher was quite looking forward to this event Iden had planned. A celebration of freedom and fun was a morale boost the entire group could use including herself. After loading the back of Iden's truck with the items they would need the watchers had herded the girls into the suv and a few in Iden's truck. Luckily a friend of Casey's owned a beach house with a stretch of private beach. The owners were celebrating the day aboard a yacht somewhere and had generously offered them full use of their property which included a volley ball net and a stone barbecue pit. There was also a fire pit in the sand not far from the gorgeous patio complete with hot tub.

Katherine parked in the sand near the waist high gate that seperated public beach from private. Climbing out of the vehicle she took a moment to enjoy the pure natural beauty of it. The wind played with her long, wavy hair and fluttered the sari about her waist explosing her blue and white bikini. "Come on then. No point in being shy." With a smile she waved to the others to join her. Casey was the first and a good thing as she had keys to the gate as well as the house. The dirty blonde gallantly opened the gate and waved her inside. "Thank you," the watcher acknowledged the guesture sweetly before continuing on to the patio to deposit her things on the table.
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[Thursday
November 20th, 2008 at 3:08pm]

brutally_honest
[ mood | awake ]
[ music | "Go Girl" Pitbull ]

Who: Amanda and Open! (Though that Sylas bitch better be a part of this)
What: Reunions & Intro’s.
When: Monday, June 30th, 2003 4pm
Where: The Hotel
Rating: Cheeky with Parental Guidance needed.
Status: In Progress

FUCK!!! Mapquest sucks!!!! “Knew I shouldn’t have used that stupid site of asshattery.” The ex-marine exclaimed aloud with a frustrated sigh. Walking down the now correct road, after getting directions from three different stores, her boots clicked firmly against the pavement and eyes ticked off the building numbers until she found her self in front of a huge ass building that must have, at some point, been a hotel. Nothing else could have made sense for this much excess. Glancing down at the address on the letter and then back up at the address on the building her location was confirmed. With an impressed and repressed nod of amusement and approval she clomped her way up the steps to the front door and pounded her knuckles against the wood.

“Bitch better be here. She owes me a drink.” With that Amanda shifted her weight to settle on her back leg, a foot tapped a steady rhythm as she waited for the large door to be opened before her and blondie better be short coming after that, or else there would be words, she’d make sure of that.

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[Wednesday
November 19th, 2008 at 3:19pm]

faith_tvs
Who: Faith & Jacob (closed)
What: Drinking & bonding
When: Tuesday, July 2nd, 2003 10pm
Where: Wherever
Rating: Racous & baudy (notice Faith is here ;) lol)
Status: In Progress

Class had gone better since she kept the newbies indoors. As jacked up as it was Faith had learned a lot about the girls' strengths and weaknesses from their night out. She had started Elora out with basic blocks and escrima training. The girls with little or no training she ran through basic stances, blocks and combos to get their feet wet. Kai and Andi were a little too familiar with each others style so she set them up in free spar against Shannyn and Gema. Kel she mostly kept to sparring herself. No one else could really handle the little tank. It was a good class, but the bruises were catching up to her. She felt good and sore as hell at the same time. Oh, the joys of training.

After a quick shower she headed downstairs to the lobby in jeans, a black tank and her signature leather wristbands, boots clonking all the way. She had way too much energy and nothing to do with it. Besides she hurt too much to get overly physical otherwise she woulda been lookin to molest B. Dark eyes fell on the watcher trainee with a smile. Kid was good sport. Maybe he'd be up for a few laughs. "What's up, fresh meat?" She chuckled and patted the boy on the back.
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[Tuesday
November 18th, 2008 at 7:07pm]

belle_bites
[ music | Concrete Blonde "Heal It Up" ]

Who: Belle and Cadence (Closed)
What: Belle makes a boo & Cadence's intro
When: Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003
Where: School parking lot & moving on
Rating: PG13ish
Status: Fin

It had been a great night or rather afternoon. Kevin had no problem getting started early. The butch drummer knew the value of not talking and diving into liquid therapy instead. At this moment she was feeling no pain what so ever. Whatever Frankie was doing wherever he was she had the strange feeling it would all be okay. Maybe that's just because she was blitzed out of her mind but it was good feeling either way.

The butchie must have had enough of the alpha's random ass behavior because she was driving her home. In true Belle form she took over the radio. Concrete Blonde blasted from the speakers making her feet tap wildly. Caught up in the moment she stuck her head out the window and howled into the cool night air. "You're going to get my ass arrested," Kevin chuckled trying to jerk her back into the vehicle by her skirt.

( I hunt - Therefore I am )

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[Monday
November 17th, 2008 at 4:24am]

sweet_murder
[ mood | curious ]
[ music | Going Through Changes ]

Who: Kel and open.
What: Getting a snack.
Where: Hyperion Hotel
When: Monday, June 30th, 2003 - evening
Why: Kel’s tummy was being loud.
Rating: PG (language?)
Scene: Fade in.

Somehow even after dinner the baby dark slayer was starving just a couple hours later. Mr. Ceiling unfortunately had done little to console her and Emma had gently nudged her to go get something to eat after listening to the slayers stomach growling, VERY loudly. Kel had tried to ignore it her self, feeling strange about eating so much from all the shit she had gotten in the past. It was seeming like the Empath had managed to figure out one of the things that Kelsey was the most head shy about; the fact that the tough girl also seemed to be a female version of a human garbage can when it came to food. In fact she had actually started to put a little bit of weight on since she had gotten to the hotel which was very annoying. Emma had commented on how it she hadn’t even noticed that Kel had gained any weight. ‘How do dudes stand this? This is fucking ridiculous we just got done eating like two hours ago. I shouldn’t be fucking hungry again all ready.’ The baby dark slayer sighed heavily as she shifted her weight back on to her hind foot. One hand remained on the top of the fridge door as Kel stared into the contents of the fridge, as though if she looked at the contents long enough, something would magically spring into her hands, asking her to eat it. The thought of animate food with it’s own distinictive personality, thought patterns and manner of speech begging to be eaten brought an almost sick sense of entertainment to the slayers mind and she smirked, eyes finally falling on some left overs from the night before.

Pulling out the Tupperware she left the fridge door swing closed and moved over to a cupboard, yanking a bowl down she filled it with the chicken fried rice Tara had made the night before. “Talking food would be just like little people. Huh…” Kel paused between her spooning of food from one container to the other, the fork resting on the edge of her bowl. “I wonder if any civilization has eaten its own young on a regular basis…That would be cool to find out. I’ll have to ask Katherine later…” The words thoughtfully trailed off before the slayer gave a shrug and finished scooping rice from the contain and into the bowl. Popping the bowl in the microwave to heat the food and putting back the rest of the rice in the fridge Kel leaned against a wall in the kitchen, brow knit thoughtfully as she pondered over sacrificial rights, along with scanning her brain for any history of child or fetus eating. ‘Think I heard something once about the placenta being a delicacy in France… I wonder what it tastes like. Would it taste like the rest of a human being?’

( Creative peoples juices... or something. )

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[Friday
November 14th, 2008 at 3:29pm]

sweet_murder
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | Stairway to Heaven ]

Who: Kel and Emma.
What: A trip and a surprise.
When:Friday, June, 27th, 2003 – early evening
Why: Kel wants to give Emma a gift
Where: Heading to a parking lot.
Rating: Most likely heading to NC-17 at some point.
Scene: Fade Out.


It had been hell sneaking out the day before but she had managed to get out on the excuse of she needed to go for a run, which wasn’t entirely unusual, Kel did do random private training from time to time. It was normally running too since Kel didn’t want to loose her speed, agility or reaction time for dodging out of the way of things at high speeds. She had even taken to pretending she had a spell right on her heels from time to time order to get back to the good ole’ days of running around with the crew… It was strange but she was starting to…. Miss them… Even if it was obvious that they didn’t seem to miss her by the complete lack of contact that had occurred. With a heavy sigh Kel decided to ignore the thoughts of those bastard traitors that she had left back on the east coast. What was the point really? Not like she was ever going to see any of them ever again, right?

( An adventure it is. )

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[Thursday
November 6th, 2008 at 2:59pm]

devotion_o_eons
[ mood | worried ]

Who: Sita, Addie and Open.
What: New charges and bandages
Where: The Hyperion
When: Sunday, June 22nd, 2003 – early morning.
Why: No one’s bleeding to death on my watch!
Rating: PG
Scene: Fade Out. (Complete)

The drive couldn’t have taken more then ten minutes tops, and the watcher knew it hadn’t been that long, however with the blond bleeding out on her the time seemed to take forever and Sita swore if they hit one more red light she was going to scream. Ice queen had obviously been starting to loose it before they had even gotten to the car and that was worrisome all on it’s on. There was no telling if her body could actually hold out until they got to the hotel. Flipping out her cell and turning on voice recognition the watcher called the main number for the hotel, praying someone would lift the receiver on the other end, however, that was not the case as the ringing on the other end never ceased. With a low growl the phone was tossed up on to the dash of the car and Sita rounded another corner, the hotel within eye sight now. ”Jus’ ‘nother moment or two and we’ll ‘ave you all fixed up in a jiffy.”

Yanking the car over into a parking spot the hired hand threw the car into parking gears and jumped out, sliding over the hood of the car in order to speed her removal of the other woman from her car. Whipping the door open Sita bent in half, undoing the seat belt and gently lifting the blond from the confines of steel. Turning she kicked the car door closed behind her and stomped up the steps before throwing the hotel door open. Kicking that door closed behind her as well she bellowed into halls that appeared empty in comparison to the normal activity she’d seen in the building. “’ELLO?! WE NEED SUM ‘ELP DOWN ‘ERE! GOT A BLEEDER!”

Moving into the living room she placed the blond down in a chair, making sure Addie stayed in an upright position, praying that it would help to slow the blood loss. “We’ll get you fixed up sum right. Jus’ need to find where they keep the bandages ‘round ‘ere since it looks like we’ve caught the crew on non-visiting ‘ours. You jus’ stay right ‘ere and I’ll be right back, understood?” Eyes wondered over the blonde’s damaged body as Sita stood have bent over, taking count of what harm that nasty little vamp bugger had caused. Standing up straight eyes darted this way and that trying to find something, anything that she could use to start bandaging these wounds at the very least until further action cold be taken.

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[Wednesday
November 5th, 2008 at 1:59pm]

captain_brood
Who: Angel & Cordy
What: SHOPPING!
When: Weds Night June 18th
Where: Starting in W&H garage and going from there
Rating: PG-PG13 probably
Status: In Progress

The vampire with a soul waited in the underground parking garage. The restless nervousness of waiting on a date filled him keeping him from standing still. He would lean against a car, decide he didn't like the image it presented then move on to another and another. Everything had to be just right. Perfect. Cordyworthy.

After leaving his reborn love to refresh herself he had gone through every peice of fabric in his closet before deciding on dark gray slacks, a light grey silk dress shirt and leather sportcoat. Pacing back and forth he ran his fingers through his hair nervously then carefully to checked to make certain he hadn't mussed it too terribly. Life would be a lot easier if he was more mirror friendly.
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[Tuesday
November 4th, 2008 at 3:35am]

techno_rapture
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | Everytime we touch ]

Who: Iden and whoever. (Open)
What: Ms. Fix-it, reporting for duty!
Where: The Hyperion – Kitchen and then the training room.
When: Sunday, June 22nd, 2003 - 8:30am
Why: Someone took out their anger on the training equipment
Rating: PG (maybe?)
Scene: Fade in.

Things had taken several unexpected turns in the last twelve days and part of her wondered what exactly would be around the next corner. ‘Next thing you know someone will show up with two heads singing happy birthday to an extra dimensional version of the group while being a one man band and a fortune teller as we sit in a space station and watch the world be destroyed by a meteor… Or maybe that’s just in my dreams...I think I’ve been playing too many video games again…’ As highly unlikely as that seemed the newest watcher wasn’t about to put anything past anyone at this point. Between finding a bionic woman, a half demon, running into a charge before actually becoming a watcher, going up against a gorgon (and winning… if you wanted to call using all her armor piercing bullets, putting a large dent in Tank and running like hell a victory…) and now being one of three watchers in a house full of super naturally gifted women was… amazing. For anyone, including the techno witch.

Slipping into a white t-shirt and black slim fitting pants after her shower Iden searched through a box for a moment before finding her worn brownish tool belt. Sliding it onto slim hips and fastening it in such a manner so that it would actually stay put the witch checked though the contents of the belt to make sure all the proper supplies were in order. Smiling at her self in the mirror Iden struck a pose before giggling to her self and then heading downstairs. While walking the belt inevitably slipped from its position around both hips, clinging to one hip and sliding down below the other to hang diagonally around her hip and upper leg. With an amused and annoyed smile at the inevitable positioning of the belt as the watcher finished her downward descent and headed into the kitchen.

Slipping through the doorway a the techno witch chimed in to the group with a cheery “Good morning!” before moving over to snag up a chocolate chip muffin and some fruit. Popping a piece of fresh fruit in her mouth and beginning to chew Iden swiftly moved over to the coffee maker, snagging a mug and pouring a her self a cup before replacing the container back in its proper position and turning on the balls of her feet to give the woman around her a warm, bright and sweet smile. Pulling off a piece of the muffin she rolled it between her fingers before placing the delightful morsel in her mouth. A pleased moan was given at the taste of the treat and a quick thumbs up to Tara before the techno witch gathered up her things, giving the group a short wave (for any that might be paying any form of attention to the youngest watcher).

( Appointments With Power Tools are Always Best to be Kept. )

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[Tuesday
October 28th, 2008 at 9:29pm]

shewolf_taz
Who: Tassia & Raj
What: Finally alone
When: Thursday, June 27, 2008 1AM
Where: Outside The Whiskey & continuing on
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

The Rom stood nervously just outside the alley access to the club. Her base case in hand she hugged it against herself. The beauty's heart and body were rattled as much by what had already transpired between her and the gorgeous wereleopard as by thoughts of what was to come. Her pulse pounded a primal rhythm in her ears as she watched Belle and Kevin load the instruments into Kevin's van.

The performance had been thrilling. The crowd had been this howling beast that responded to every stroke of her bass, the pound of the drums. It was an intoxicating sense of power. The blonde alpha caught her gaze with a knowing smile as though she could see right through to her thoughts. As she approached it seemed Belle knew better than she what she needed. Taking the case from her she ordered, "Go find your mate. We'll finish up here," she instructed. Before Tassia could argue of her responsibilities she was cut short.

"Don't worry about us. We can handle it. We'll see you at practice Wednesday. If you need me sooner you've got the number. Now get out of here and go have some fun." With a swat on the derriere her alpha propelled the beta into action. With a slight yip Tassia headed for the alley's exit. Her cheeks flamed from embaressment. Her heart thrilled in anticipation. Was she so easy to read? Perhaps there was a deeper connection in pack that allowed Belle to look through her that way. Not that it matttered. There was only one thing in her heart at the moment and that was the heart stopping creature awaiting her at the club's entrance. Her breath caught at the mere sight of her as she approached Raj. She said nothing as she could not express the million sensations racing through her. Instead she merely waited to know the dominant woman's will.
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[Wednesday
October 22nd, 2008 at 2:45am]

techno_rapture
[ mood | guilty ]
[ music | Apologize ]

Who: Sylas and Iden.
What: An apology.
Where: Sylas’s room or lab.
When: Sunday, June 29th, 2003 – 8pmish.
Why: Since Sy didn’t do anything to get yelled at.
Rating: G, maybe Pg?
Scene: Fade Out. (Complete)

Ok, so the past couple days sucked. Wait. That was a lie. Almost the past week sucked. A lot. There really was no way around it. At least she knew her new prototype was in working condition now. The techno witch had also saved another girl from possible doom, which was a plus. However the verbal lashing she had received from Hex’s watcher still left a slight burn on her pride, which caused an anger of its own to flame in her stomach. The attack from yesterday while she was out with Hex had left her sore, the creature slashing at her arm while she tried to keep it away from Casey caused her right forearm to get gashed open. When they had arrived home the night before Iden had carefully bandaged the wound, which left her feeling like a character in a fighting game, as the wrap covered 3/4th’s of her fore arm; starting at her wrist and going back. Then of course this was all on top of her still sore mid section. At this rate, with the projects that were piling up, girls that needed to be watched and Iden’s personal adventures, the newest watcher was really wandering how long her new life, and career, would continue before she could potentially meet her demise.

With a heavy sigh the techno witch made her way across the hallway to stand in front of the Ex-marine’s room. After the other morning, she owed Sylas an apology. The sudden out burst of yelling that had been initially aimed at the butch bombshell really wasn’t her fault at all. In fact, none of those emotions really had anything at all to do with Sylas. Perhaps it had been the opposite that had sparked the outburst, the little amount of time the youngest watcher had spent with the blond had brought a certain amount of endearment to her heart for the other woman. The jokes they shared were absolutely priceless. Iden had never been able to share such geeky jokes with anyone else before, not to mention the hearty talks about gaming and science were enough to make her weak in the knees. Though Sylas would never be interested in the short, squishie, mage; Iden was fairly certain.

A deep breath was inhaled and then slowly let out as the young watcher raised a hand to the door, curled it into a fist. Pausing for just a moment longer the witch closed her eyes, steeling herself for the talk to come before rapping knuckles firmly against the door to the chemist’s lab. Her heart leapt into her throat as she waited for a response, eyes opening once more. Hopefully she wouldn’t be able to fuck up a simple apology as well. Right?

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[Wednesday
October 22nd, 2008 at 1:36am]

sinintheflesh
Who: Alexis & Xi'an
What: Alexis is starving
When: Tuesday, June 24th, 2003
Where: Xi'an's room
Rating: Filthy
Status: In Progress

It had been a week since the welcome to the team battle, a week of pure hell. A week of pretending to be someone and something that she wasn't. Alexis had begun to shun her teammates for fear of hurting them. The hunger growing within her frightened her. It had never been this bad before. She couldn't sleep from the need unless she exhausted herself which only made things worse. She would awaken in a sweat, her stomach and uterus in screaming agony. She would cry and claw at the sheets battling the need within her. She wanted so much to better, to be different. She would not become a beast like her mother. If only Uncle Cal were here to tell her what to do.

If this kept on much longer she would end up using all the cold water with her multiple showers a day. It was the only thing that cooled her flesh long enough to pass for human in the classes. In the past several days she had skipped those, too. She could barely walk. And everytime she looked in the mirror golden eyes glowed back at her. She couldn't even pass for human anymore. She had been able to feed a little from the sexual energies leaking through the walls, but it was like crumbs for a starving person. She couldn't take it anymore. She was too weak to even make it to Isabella's apartment. Her mind flew through the faces and impressions she had gotten of the possible meals in the hotel. One face stood out as sexual and unapologetic.

( Hungry )
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