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There's a rise, there's a fall, where the light hits the wall, spins a shadow...

Oct 14, 2009 02:49

((OOC: Backdated to earlier today. Julia can now hear and will be very aware of other people's surface thoughts, so just know that if you tag her now.))

Julia stopped paying attention to her birthdays a long time ago. She knows vaguely how old she is, but the exact date just stops being important after so long. Except, apparently, this one day, ( Read more... )

julia angelos, elena guerrero, vincent sterling, dusty baker, farley claymore

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thrillofthekill October 14 2009, 21:14:37 UTC

Vincent's in the kitchen, making a sandwich, because today is not exactly a day he expects weirdness to happen. Today is a day for sandwiches with probably way more meat than is absolutely necessary.

Sandwich accomplished, he wanders out of the kitchen and gets a faceful of Julia, which he does not, at first, think is any sort of indication of where his day is about to go.

...Until he notices the glow. And that weird feeling of awe he always got in the pit of his stomach when he was around Romana.

Julia, we're sure you didn't want the current head of the Archangel Army gawking at you with a hunk of sandwich dangling unceremoniously from his mouth. You get one anyway. He'll remember his manners in a moment.

evengodsdo October 15 2009, 03:05:35 UTC

Julia hates today already. She does not need Vincent fucking Sterling staring at her like that. ...she can't decide if the sandwich makes it better or worse, and so decides to disregard it altogether.

"Oh, for the love of God, do you have to do that? Yes, I'm glowing. So what?" ...okay, a little more belligerent than he really deserves. In her defense, she's both grumpy and drunk.

thrillofthekill October 15 2009, 04:55:40 UTC

Vincent tries to swallow, which turns into a lot of choking and sputtering and balancing his sandwich in one hand while he pounds his chest to make sure THAT BREATHING CAN CONTINUE.

"Sorry," he finally manages to choke out, looking a bit red which could be from embarrassment or because he just nearly choked to death. "Just... Wasn't expectin' that."

He considers taking another bite of the sandwich and have some more of the hair of the dog, but figures that... Avoiding speaking is not the way to go hear.

"Guessin' you weren't either, huh?"

evengodsdo October 15 2009, 15:44:59 UTC

Julia actually laughs at that, though it's a slightly sharp-edged, bitter laugh. It figures that she'd run into the one person who can't stop seeing her mother in her - and she'd had her suspicions about that before, but now she has them so neatly confirmed. Of course.

"No, I really wasn't. The plan was that I'd be dead before I had to deal with this. You'd think someone would give you a choice about all of this, but no." She prowls toward him, but it's just to get to the fridge. Food. Alcohol. Either one would be good.

thrillofthekill October 17 2009, 04:32:28 UTC

In Vincent's defense, he has totally tried to stop seeing her mother in her! As it's not fair to her or.. To him. Or to the universe. Or ( ... )

evengodsdo October 20 2009, 08:26:35 UTC

Julia whips around to glare at him, looking for a moment like death incarnate. Or like her mother, in a particularly dangerous moment.

After a moment, she remembers that Vincent may not know her well enough to realize her avoidance of command isn't so much circumstantial as pathological, and doesn't so much soften as back down ever so slightly, fangs put away but hackles not yet lowered. She keeps her wings half-flared, and she still looks more than a little disgruntled.

"I'm not taking your job, Vince," she snorts, trying to make it sound casual and amused. "I wasn't a good leader before, and whatever blood didn't give me, I really don't think a sudden halo's going to help."

Julia's found a bottle of vodka in the freezer. It's probably someone else's, but she will apologize... okay, never. She really thinks this qualifies as an emergency where vodka is necessary, and she seems determined to swallow as much as possible in one go.

thrillofthekill October 21 2009, 02:36:31 UTC

Vincent backs up quickly, almost instinctively, his back hitting the edge of the counter so hard that he grimaces. Death incarnate would be better, really- he could handle that. Looking like Romana the last time he saw her? Yeah, that's a bit bloodchilling- moreso than his blood is normally chilled.

When she (however vaguely) calms down, he keeps himself against the counter, not looking so much scared as... Awkwardly submissive, which he corrects quickly enough in case that also sets her off. He'd like to avoid getting into this with another Angelos.

He relaxes a bit and takes a deep breath to remind himself that he still can. "Just checkin'. I ain't as old as I seem, and they like a First for this job. Ain't been a lot that've wanted it, so I don't blame you one bit for that."

Of course, age doesn't mean much of anything, really. Still.

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