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Tweak says, "Touch my monkey"

logan fox ✶ loki laufeyson (formischief) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2011-12-30 19:51:00

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!plot week, !three wishes, adrian wilder, ames hargreaves, ava prince, carter greene, cassie macmahon, charlotte evans, connor bone, evan gray, grace cash, graham wyatt, gregory delano, haley jacobs, jezebel white, jimmy lannigan, kane lewis, liam walker, lillie shipton, logan fox, mallory "frost" reynolds, nate henderson, oscar darlington, patrick callahan, quinn mcfarlane, rachel young, ren wentworth, sara taft, shane savage, sydney delano, topher strange

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: A New Year's Eve party hosted by Logan Fox.
WHERE: Happy Endings, Chicago
WHEN: Forward dated to New Year's Eve – the party begins officially around 8:00 PM, but your subthreads can take place any time during the night.
WARNINGS: Anything goes, kiddos. Go absolutely wild.

Logan Fox smiled to himself, surveying the fruits of his labors with pleasure. There was already a sizable crowd mingling in or around the dance floor, talking and dancing (badly) amongst themselves as they waited for the show to start. The pristine silver tile had been put in place especially for the occasion, taking up much of what had formerly been the dining area in front of the stage, but there were still enough tables and chairs closer to the bar to accommodate his guests, not to mention the private booths and boxes lining the outer walls. Standing placidly in his own private box – the only one that was slightly elevated – just to the right of the stage, Logan could see everything, up to and including tonight's main attraction.

And my, what an attraction it was. The dance floor was not the only modification Logan had made for tonight's party, nor was it the most important or the most noticeable. On the contrary, that title belonged to the conspicuous well just inside the doors of the club – a wishing well that, for all intents and purposes, looked like it had been in that precise spot for centuries. Logan was particularly proud of that simple touch; considering the enchantment he'd put on the well, he wanted it to look authentic. The devil was in the details, after all, though it wouldn't have mattered either way. The vapid attendant at the door of the club handed everyone who entered three coins, and everyone, without exception, threw the coins into the well as they passed it to enter the club proper. Some were thoughtful as they did so, some flippant, but none noticed that they had no choice. They all just knew, deep within their souls, that once they crossed the threshold, all of their wishes would be granted. They would find their happy endings here, if that was what they truly desired. Compulsory or no, who could possibly resist that?

Smirking, Logan turned to exit his box, glancing at the clock above the stage as he did so. Four hours until the stroke of midnight. The New Year was almost upon them. It was to be a new beginning no reincarnate would ever forget.

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Greg/Shane

againstyoursoul
2012-01-05 12:41 am UTC (link)

"No," Greg stretched a hand out, observing the way his knuckles moved over the bone. He never thought much about his appearance before Lucifer came into his life. He did have a level of maintenance to uphold, of course — It came with his cover story. It was nowadays, however, that he'd truly enjoyed what he was given. A worthy human vessel.

"You never really were, were you?" His head turned and his eyes caught hers for the very first time. Lucifer remembered the last time he'd had to bear witness to them — they were one of the last things he saw through Michael's vision, all tainted with grief and regret for his actions. Not this time.

"Now, if I were you, I would think twice about utilizing that bottle for anything other than a big, long drink." Greg leaned in just enough for her to hear every word. "Something tells me tonight you're going to need it."

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Greg/Shane

callmesir
2012-01-05 03:17 am UTC (link)

It wasn't his insinuation that he knew who she was that first hit a nerve with Shane. It was his eyes. The moment they actually made eye contact, Shane almost felt like she'd been slapped. She couldn't really pin point it, but there was something about the way he looked at her. No. It was something in his eyes. Something somewhere inside of herself, she recognized, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out from where. The only thing she knew for certain was the sudden feeling of dread as cold as ice burning through her veins as she tried and failed to look away.

Then his words finally sunk in.

'You never really were, were you?' He knew her. What's more, he knew John, which could mean only one thing. Despite her better judgement (since let's be real, her judgment was never all that great), she tilted her chin up and curled her upper lip in a defiant smirk as she fully acknowledged the situation. And yes, for the moment, she did keep the bottle in her hand still hanging loosely at her side. Her grip on it didn't even tighten, she knew when to pick her moments. However, it was a momentary struggle for her not to immediately step back when he moved in closer, though she managed to stop herself with only a violent twitch of her muscles.

"So which one are you? One of his asshole kids or good old daddy himself?" Shane asked plainly, knowing just how ironic that was coming from her own mouth.

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Greg/Shane

againstyoursoul
2012-01-05 04:42 pm UTC (link)

"Now, ..there's something we haven't heard in too a long time. That good ol' Winchester fire." Greg turned his whole person, and in no time at all, he was staring down at John Winchester as if he were nothing more than the little girl he rode around in. "Been a while. After all, the last time you and I got the chance to meet face-to-face, you thought you were doing the world a service."

He mocked a grimace, shaking his head once. "You were close, too. So he tells me." Greg knew all about the destruction of Michael Abrams, the meatsuit before him. He also couldn't stop remembering the way the wind picked up and they watched him solemnly. They were not sure what to feel, and that's what made it easy for Lucifer in the end. Feelings only ever got in the way.

Greg's eyes flicked momentarily to the bottle in her hand. It looked as if he was not the only one biding his time that evening. How exciting. He did always like to sweeten the pot.

"We also prefer the name Lucifer. Daddy makes us feel a little old." His eyes were back on Shane's face before he'd spoken up again. She had guts, he'd give her that much. But guts were his specialty. He knew just how to make them external from internal in seconds flat. Tonight, though, he did not come around for a bloodbath. He wanted to have a chat.

Oh, right — and to help provide a distraction for his dear little sister's means for the night. Details, details.

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Greg/Shane

callmesir
2012-01-06 02:11 am UTC (link)

And then all her suspicions were confirmed. It was probably the first time in Shane's entire life that she actually found herself wishing she had been wrong.

She wasn't able to stop herself from flinching when he moved to tower over her but she held her ground, planting her feet firmly into the floor and biting on the inside of her lip so hard that after a few seconds she tasted blood. She didn't know what to do, and part of her felt paralyzed, but John was ordering her to keep her head so that's what she did. It was the only thing she could do right now, being faced with the devil himself.

"Yeah?" The blond sniffed, trying not to get trapped in his ice filled gaze. His eyes reminded her of Michael. He reminded her of Michael, only much, much colder. But when he tilted his head a certain way into the light, he could have looked just like him. The memories that accompanied the one and only time Shane had ever seen Michael in person filled her gut with heavy stones.

This isn't the time, Shane. Right. "Well I've got news for you, Lucifer." Her blue eyes stared up at him defiantly as her grip on the bottle tightened considerably, body posture rigid and unmoving, forcing herself to keep from turning to look for the others. That wouldn't help them right now. Better he was here with her, even if he killed her right now. Which he very well could, but death didn't scare her. "You're pretty goddamn ancient." A painful pause before she added maybe a little too quickly, "And as much as I've enjoyed this father to father chat - Are we done here?"

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Greg/Shane

againstyoursoul
2012-01-06 04:45 am UTC (link)

Ah, but that was the price of eternity. Ancient came with forever and forever came with its age. Not that it mattered. Lucifer was a vain man, but he was hardly one to let something so trivial get in the way of his true plans.

"So soon?" Greg didn't look away, instead he kept very close watch on the way her eyes moved. He could see the familiarity in her eyes, trying to collect the pieces she'd tried so hard to throw away. That just wouldn't do. Greg wanted her — no, needed her — to remember. Where was the fun in her not?

"I'm almost disappointed," he held up a hand, brushing the back of a single knuckle only a breath from her cheek. "I've been waiting for this for so long," Greg tilted his head slightly, the light catching his face in an all-too menacing way. "But I suppose with an attitude like that, there won't be much talking, will there?"

He sucked air in through his teeth. He had every intention of peeling her skin from her bones. To have her on his table, writhing in pain, begging him for mercy. And when the light left her eyes, he'd bring her back, all to make her do it again.

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Greg/Shane

callmesir
2012-01-06 06:13 am UTC (link)

Shane's breath was caught in her throat, the second he raised his hand to her every particle within her seemed to freeze. If he had been anybody else, the moment it became apparent that all he was doing was brushing a knuckle across a cheek, one might have relaxed immediately, but she did not. Instead she was trying to keep her heart from thudding right out of her chest, drawing in deep inward breaths in a thinly veiled attempt to not appear as panicked as she actually was.

His words were like liquid fire flowing through her veins, the promise of a slow, painfully drawn out death practically on the tip of his tongue. He was nothing like Michael. Michael had still been somewhat human. This Lucifer reincarnate, whoever he was, there was no small part of humanity left in him. Shane didn't need him to tell her that much. She was so preoccupied with their still uncomfortably close proximity that she didn't notice the few passerbyes who walked past her and gave her funny looks, no way of knowing that to everyone else it looked as if she was talking to no one.

Shane's words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, spilling out like involuntary vomit as she moved against every muscle in her body and took a step closer to him almost in time with the movement of his hand. "Me instead of them." Her words were barely a breath on her lips, and entirely premature, but she and John both knew how this would eventually end. A father's love was sacrificial, and Shane's instincts were all his. What else could she do? If he was planning on killing anyone tonight, she could only hope he'd take her offer instead of gunning for Cassie and Lillie. "Take me."

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Greg/Shane

againstyoursoul
2012-01-07 01:10 am UTC (link)

Greg listened intently. Me instead of them. If he were capable of the thing, now a very distinctive shiver might have run through the vertebrae of his spine. Instead, his grin deepened, hell upon his features in the hollow light of the club. Her breath was coming in shallow gulps that he could hear just above the sound of his surroundings — true music to his ears. Take me. He held every intention of doing so, and thoroughly, too. It was always so much easier when they were willing to bend to his desire.

"You were always so desperate to put your life on the line," he inched further in, close enough now for her to feel the heat of his body. "Dean, Sam, Cassie, Lillie — doesn't really matter, does it? You're still so eager to die for them." He lowered his head to speak directly into her ear, every word ready to hang its weight from her hearing. "But not yet," Greg promised. "No, no, no, no, no. You and I? We're gonna have a little fun first."

He separated his lips with a brief lick of his tongue and his eyes wandered across Shane's skin. Very rarely did he find a reason to dabble in the flesh, but to even consider it would leave more humiliation underneath the eldest Winchester's bones than to have him fallen at the knee. If Shane was so ready to give herself up to him, Gregory would have no choice but to see those means through to the end. He was a man who kept his word, after all.

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Greg/Shane

callmesir
2012-01-07 05:37 am UTC (link)

Every word that left Greg's mouth hit Shane like a sharp punch to the gut, but she stayed frozen in place, especially when he actually leaned down next to her ear. It took all the self control she had in her to not even let her muscles twitch when she felt his breath on her, as desperately as she wanted to yank herself away from him. Out of his hold, away from his burning gaze. Away from all the things he was saying that she couldn't find the strength to contradict.

Because he was right. They both knew it. Eventually it was going to come down to this, with her in the middle, standing in between him and John's sons. And she wasn't so proud that she couldn't admit she probably wouldn't be the one to survive it. If Michael had lived longer things might have progressed to this that much sooner, but he had been killed by the devil in him, and now here they were again. Everything was so painfully inevitable when you were a Winchester.

Maybe it was that epiphany alone, and the realization that she had already accepted her fate that finally made her react. Or maybe it was just the reveal that he wouldn't be killing her tonight that immediately caused her to breathe easier. She may not have long, but she might just get the night. And if she was already doomed, then what was the point of acting scared? John Winchester logic, ladies and gentlemen. Her eyes had closed over tightly when he'd leaned in close, a cold shiver running down her spine but the moment he uttered the words 'not yet', her eyes flew open again.

The twisted smile on her face made it pretty clear she was out of her mind, which she probably was. As if to prove that point she got the guts to jerk her head up and lean into his ear in return, her cheek bare centimeters from his. To feel the heat of his body, to be this intimately close to the devil... her skin wasn't even crawling, it was her fingers that were itching, itching to tear her own skin off. But she held her ground enough to whisper something in return. "I hope you can keep up, then. 'Cos, me? I love a good ride, sweetheart." Then with a violent jerk of her wrist, she smashed the bottle against the wall into jagged edges.

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Greg/Shane

againstyoursoul
2012-01-08 04:09 am UTC (link)

When the girl smiled, Greg knew good and well that something was coming. All Winchesters had their tell. She'd made an advance with the new, sharp tips of the bottle, and he was prepared for it. With his left hand, he grabbed her by the wrist, while his other hand reached out for Shane's neck. "I give you the luxury of living one more day, and this is how you repay me?" Greg tutted with his tongue, shaking his head.

He wasn't surprised. In fact, he was amused. Nearly impressed. It wasn't any fun when they didn't put up a fight, and it appeared that she was chock full of the stuff, just like John was before her. That was the spirit. That's what still managed to remind his blood to pump, his heart to throb in his chest. He laughed in his throat, looking down into her eyes with a ferocity that could only be described as hell.

"Maybe one ride just won't cut it," he hissed, lifting her jaw slightly to blatantly look at the way she was dressed. "Maybe we'll need to really spend some time on this. After all, if you're the one asking me to keep up, we'll have to find some way to really push the limit. And when you beg me to let me kill you, not the first time, but the second time, we're going to start all over again, Shane."

He could feel Lucifer wriggling inside of him. He was appeased with all of this, and yet it was clear he wanted control. Lucifer had a few words to share with Johnny Winchester, but they were similar enough to Greg's for it to make little difference. Reincarnation really was a worthwhile gift. It gave him opportunities to have meetings just like this. And after tonight, he'd make sure that Shane Savage's life would never be the same.

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Greg/Shane

callmesir
2012-01-08 05:51 pm UTC (link)

The bottle shattering against the wall had attracted a lot of attention, but now Shane didn't have the time to notice the weird looks she was getting from nearby drunken party goers who to them, she looked like she was fighting with herself. She had known she probably wouldn't even come close to landing a hit, but she'd had to try, she couldn't just stand there like an idiot and take it. Wasn't in her blood.

Her throat gave a sharp gasp for air where he was now holding tightly to it, her free hand going up to claw at the hand wrapped around her neck while her other wrist was held captive. After a moment that wrist bent unwillingly and her make shift weapon fell with another crash to the ground. Then she could do nothing but stare up into his hellish brown eyes, holding her gaze so fiercely that she thought for a second she might actually catch fire and burn to death.

And maybe she would have preferred that to the way she saw his eyes suddenly rake over her body like that when he lifted up her jaw. Color rose into Shane's cheeks as she felt a very distinct feeling of shame crawl up from her belly, the very insinuation she knew he was making on purpose doing its job of working its way underneath her skin where all she wanted to do was hide under it. She suddenly felt more exposed then if she'd actually been without any clothes on and half bent against him like she was now. She tried to keep her cool, but after that she couldn't, so she struggled against his hold on her until she sagged temporarily with a grunt.

"Bring it on," she hissed, no longer smiling and her blue eyes flashing with indignant rage as she got right in his face, their noses almost touching. She knew the only reason she could even still be alive right now was because Lucifer wasn't the one in control, which wasn't exactly comforting considering the man currently holding her by the wrist and neck, but she still had her life. At least for now. "I could go all night." Her eyes closed over for just one second, just one moment where she was trying to decide her next move and then in a flash of the Angel's white light, Shane had disappeared from Greg's iron grip along with the rest of hunters in the club.

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