Tuesday Night -- The Streetsdiana_abelAugust 9 2011, 23:03:09 UTC
Diana had set up shop on her favorite corner again. The guitar case was open in front of her and already, passers-by had generously given. Of course, it helped that Diana had her Awe out in full force. She was radiating social favorability. She had only stopped doing it every once in awhile, when she saw someone passing by who she could tell couldn't afford to donate. She didn't want to be greedy, after all. And she certainly didn't want to take from those who couldn't afford to give.
She strummed her guitar, singing brightly:
And for the boy who's given me the sweetest love I know I wish for you another love so you won't be alone Because I am bound to walk among the wounded and the slain And when the storm comes crashing on the plain I will dance before the lightning to music sacred and profaneShe was about to transition into the final verse when she spotted a stranger approaching. Very, very good looking, she decided. And could probably afford to give. She amped up the Awe as she continued the song, her lavender eyes
( ... )
Jack felt... something. He honestly wasn't sure exactly what it was he was feeling, but he also wasn't fighting it. It wasn't unpleasant, and he generally tried to go with the things that weren't unpleasant about life.
She was a pretty girl, pale and striking. He noticed her eyes. He didn't notice them first, but he did notice them. He also folded a twenty dollar bill in half and dropped it into the open case. "Did you write that?" He wasn't in any hurry for his answer. The casual stance was meant to convey that he was happy to wait for the end of her song to get a response. It was a nice song.
Diana was quite pleased by the generous twenty, but her curiosity was far more powerful than that. There was something about the guy...she couldn't quite figure it out. He smelled pretty nice, which was a definite improvement over most of the people who had come by tonight. But that wasn't it. As she rounded into the last verse of the song, she decided to take a peek at his aura.
Oh, shed no tears for me Light no candle for my sake This journey I'll be making Is one we all must make Shoulder to the wind I'll turn my face into the spray And when the heavens open Let the drops fall where they may
Human. At least, on the surface (Diana wasn't always patient enough to delve). The color was a vibrant vermilion, indicating a bit of happiness. Nothing terribly exciting. Diana's music--she preferred to blame the music, rather than the Awe--had that effect on people.
If they finally wash away the stain From a daughter of the race of Caine I am not a stranger to the rain Let it rain!Her fingers flashed wildly back and forth as she
( ... )
He clapped - politely, but not only for the sake of manners. "You're very good." He didn't need to pile on for the compliment. Her voice was lovey, and her presence was riveting. Still, there was something, just tickling the back of his mind. Jack had been Jack long enough to recognize when he wasn't himself, even slightly.
"Can I just ask-- What are you doing?" He moved his hand vaguely in the air between them as explanation. "I'm not mad." And he really wasn't. He knew what he did to people, and he knew he couldn't help it. Not everyone who altered you was doing it on purpose or for malicious intent. "I'd just like to know what it is that's making me-- yeah."
Wednesday the 10th - out buying boozerightawaydoctorAugust 9 2011, 23:19:55 UTC
Blowing a few stray hairs from her face, Christine leaned down to read the labels on the bottles she was considering. Since being in the city, she had picked up a bit of a drinking habit, though no where near the level of her boss.
Finally deciding between the two brands, she straightened up, bottle in hand. Turning to go look for other types of booze, she spotted a guy coming down the aisle towards her, thinking he was pretty handsome.
At least Christine could blame the city. Jack had his whole life to blame the booze on. Not that he would. That would mean acknowledging just how closely he kept the worst things he'd done.
He noticed her noticing him. He also shared her interest. She was beautiful, but her eyes had the focus of someone with a brain in their head. Not a vapid beauty, then. He had a sense for these things after all this time. "Well, hello there," he said, stopping rather close and reaching over her shoulder to take a bottle off the shelf. "What's your name?"
Wednesday, early early morning. On the streets.blytheandbonnieAugust 9 2011, 23:57:23 UTC
It wasn't much. That was for sure.
Bonnie looked down at the address she had written on her palm and looked back up at the building in front of her. Then again, what had she been expecting? It was Bete Noire, not Rodeo Drive. She took a few steps back, clutching her purse in her hand and trying to take in the property as a whole.
In all honesty, her herb shop back home hadn't looked like much at first either. But at least it had been clean. This would--this would be a challenge. But that was what she needed right now, a challenge and a big distraction. At least it had some land out back to grow her herbs, and she knew she could make the place look decent. A broom, a mop, some paint--it would work.
She looked back at the shop front window. It was empty inside, all she really saw was her reflection. She examined herself, even though she knew it was a mistake. She'd been depressing herself lately, every time she looked at herself in a mirror. Bonnie Emma McCullough: short, slender, wearing a cute outfit. Hair too big
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Jack of all people knew that things were not always as they seemed. Even before he'd come to the city, a pretty girl standing on the curb in the misty morning not-light did not always mean she was a damsel, or that she was in distress. It didn't stop him from asking, though. "Is everything all right?" He might get a tearful story, he might get told he could go fuck himself. Toss up in this place.
Well, that was interesting. Jack went, though. "What are we looking at?" he asked her, taking her hand in his. Cold. She shouldn't be out wearing so little at this hour of the morning.
thursday, the wee hours -- sewers you say?isaywe_partyAugust 10 2011, 00:41:38 UTC
Buffy Summers was not a happy camper.
One, she was covered in slime. Two, she was very lost. Yes, the first was more important.
She had been tracking a vamp down through the sewers, looking to finish the job that she had started above ground. The sun had started to just come up halfway through the fight, and in order to save himself, he headed to the sewers. Buffy wasn't so worried about the sunshine, but she wasn't about to let this vamp go so easily. Not when he might have something on Angelus.
She chased him, questioned him, and staked him when he could tell her nothing. She was within her right to do so -- he had started a blood bath in a house of squatters, and she wasn't going to just let him get away with it. But now that she was actually ready to get out of the sewers ... she realized that she hadn't paid attention to where she was going and had no idea where she was.
"Okay then," she sighed, moving towards the ladder to get herself up to street level. "Let's see where we are."
"I wouldn't do that." Jack's voice came from halfway down the tunnel, and he wasn't far behind it. He nodded his head at the ladder leading up. "Really. Don't go up there." He'd been at this almost all night, and he was tired of smelling like shit. He was also a little tired physically, but mostly it was the shit thing. He was just glad he'd gone out without the coat tonight. He was down to his last two.
Buffy turned back at the familiar voice, one hand still resting on the rung of the ladder. It was covered in something disgusting, but so was Buffy, so she wasn't sure how a little more disgusting could make things better or worse right now.
When she saw Jack, who she vaguely recognized from meeting his double when they were both searching for Bonnie (really, Buffy thinks that the people of Bete Noire were going to need color-coded tabs to keep track of who was who), she stopped and raised an eyebrow.
"Is Godzilla roaming the streets? Because if he is, you're going to make me really sad I missed it."
"Godzilla? No." Jack shook his head, and now he was almost to the ladder, and the gun in his hand was more obvious. Held ready to be used, but not posing any threat to Buffy. He wasn't hunting blondes tonight. "Reptilian, though. There's something waiting up there to kill me." He was fine with taking one for the team... even though he did not actually have a team. He was not fine with other people wandering in to traps meant for him, though. "Please?" He held out his free hand to her, trying to draw her away from the ladder.
Tuesday, in the library, with the candlesticklikely_evilAugust 10 2011, 02:08:52 UTC
Sam is always in the library. He likes the library because the books don't lie. Sometimes they bite, but they never lie.
He's working today though, helping the people who come in. Trying to help them find things. He knows the good books from the bad ones and makes sure he doesn't give out the bad ones.
He would get fired if he gave the bad ones. And he doesn't want to get fired either.
Jack could have sworn, could have absolutely sworn... But then he'd given chase, ended up in the library, and around one of the stacks his quarry had just vanished. He needed to sleep more, clearly. The lack of it was starting to get to him. There was no way he was here in the city. Jack wasn't sure how he could know that, just... he'd have felt it somehow. He was sure of it.
But how could he really know?
There was a man half way down the aisle, too tall and broad to be what he was after, but he could at least get confirmation. "Excuse me. You didn't see a young man go past you? About six feet, short brown hair?" His brother was not in this city. It wasn't possible. He just needed someone else to confirm it for him.
Jack sighed. Of course. Gray wasn't here. "Right. Thanks." So now he was just the crazy guy tearing around the library chasing ghosts. It said something about his life that it wasn't the weirdest thing to happen to him that week. "So... what are you reading?"
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She strummed her guitar, singing brightly:
And for the boy who's given me the sweetest love I know
I wish for you another love so you won't be alone
Because I am bound to walk among the wounded and the slain
And when the storm comes crashing on the plain
I will dance before the lightning to music sacred and profaneShe was about to transition into the final verse when she spotted a stranger approaching. Very, very good looking, she decided. And could probably afford to give. She amped up the Awe as she continued the song, her lavender eyes ( ... )
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She was a pretty girl, pale and striking. He noticed her eyes. He didn't notice them first, but he did notice them. He also folded a twenty dollar bill in half and dropped it into the open case. "Did you write that?" He wasn't in any hurry for his answer. The casual stance was meant to convey that he was happy to wait for the end of her song to get a response. It was a nice song.
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Oh, shed no tears for me
Light no candle for my sake
This journey I'll be making
Is one we all must make
Shoulder to the wind
I'll turn my face into the spray
And when the heavens open
Let the drops fall where they may
Human. At least, on the surface (Diana wasn't always patient enough to delve). The color was a vibrant vermilion, indicating a bit of happiness. Nothing terribly exciting. Diana's music--she preferred to blame the music, rather than the Awe--had that effect on people.
If they finally wash away the stain
From a daughter of the race of Caine
I am not a stranger to the rain
Let it rain!Her fingers flashed wildly back and forth as she ( ... )
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"Can I just ask-- What are you doing?" He moved his hand vaguely in the air between them as explanation. "I'm not mad." And he really wasn't. He knew what he did to people, and he knew he couldn't help it. Not everyone who altered you was doing it on purpose or for malicious intent. "I'd just like to know what it is that's making me-- yeah."
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Finally deciding between the two brands, she straightened up, bottle in hand. Turning to go look for other types of booze, she spotted a guy coming down the aisle towards her, thinking he was pretty handsome.
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He noticed her noticing him. He also shared her interest. She was beautiful, but her eyes had the focus of someone with a brain in their head. Not a vapid beauty, then. He had a sense for these things after all this time. "Well, hello there," he said, stopping rather close and reaching over her shoulder to take a bottle off the shelf. "What's your name?"
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Bonnie looked down at the address she had written on her palm and looked back up at the building in front of her. Then again, what had she been expecting? It was Bete Noire, not Rodeo Drive. She took a few steps back, clutching her purse in her hand and trying to take in the property as a whole.
In all honesty, her herb shop back home hadn't looked like much at first either. But at least it had been clean. This would--this would be a challenge. But that was what she needed right now, a challenge and a big distraction. At least it had some land out back to grow her herbs, and she knew she could make the place look decent. A broom, a mop, some paint--it would work.
She looked back at the shop front window. It was empty inside, all she really saw was her reflection. She examined herself, even though she knew it was a mistake. She'd been depressing herself lately, every time she looked at herself in a mirror. Bonnie Emma McCullough: short, slender, wearing a cute outfit. Hair too big ( ... )
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"Jack," she said, not without a note of fondness. She held out her hand to him. "Come look at this."
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One, she was covered in slime. Two, she was very lost. Yes, the first was more important.
She had been tracking a vamp down through the sewers, looking to finish the job that she had started above ground. The sun had started to just come up halfway through the fight, and in order to save himself, he headed to the sewers. Buffy wasn't so worried about the sunshine, but she wasn't about to let this vamp go so easily. Not when he might have something on Angelus.
She chased him, questioned him, and staked him when he could tell her nothing. She was within her right to do so -- he had started a blood bath in a house of squatters, and she wasn't going to just let him get away with it. But now that she was actually ready to get out of the sewers ... she realized that she hadn't paid attention to where she was going and had no idea where she was.
"Okay then," she sighed, moving towards the ladder to get herself up to street level. "Let's see where we are."
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When she saw Jack, who she vaguely recognized from meeting his double when they were both searching for Bonnie (really, Buffy thinks that the people of Bete Noire were going to need color-coded tabs to keep track of who was who), she stopped and raised an eyebrow.
"Is Godzilla roaming the streets? Because if he is, you're going to make me really sad I missed it."
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He's working today though, helping the people who come in. Trying to help them find things. He knows the good books from the bad ones and makes sure he doesn't give out the bad ones.
He would get fired if he gave the bad ones. And he doesn't want to get fired either.
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But how could he really know?
There was a man half way down the aisle, too tall and broad to be what he was after, but he could at least get confirmation. "Excuse me. You didn't see a young man go past you? About six feet, short brown hair?" His brother was not in this city. It wasn't possible. He just needed someone else to confirm it for him.
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"No, I'm sorry. No one has been down here."
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