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[visiongirl]

I got the job. I got the job! I couldn't believe it! I mean, hello I so could believe it because I am fabulous but I got the job! My mind was somewhere else and they held up those cue cards and I read them and remembered all that crap that Christie was always trying to shove down my throat back when I first moved to L.A. All that stuff about how to

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[_wes_pryce_]

My eyebrow raised at overenthusiastic...err...enthusiasm. Was she that desperate to get her place back? Well why had she not told me so before? I felt very bad for intruding now, even though I had helped out with bloody rent. It's not as though she had been by a god awful lot. To busy being at the hotel, with...her.

She was practically bouncing as she moved over to the door. Getting up, I followed her with a sigh and at a far more sedate pace. My coat flow over and I smiled into the air. "I don't think I'll need it, Dennis. We're only going to the other side of the building." Other side of the building. Why did that sound so far away? Odd.

"Thank you anyway," I smiled up at him and then followed Cordelia out the door. I was still tired and sore from that bloody demon hunt, but if she wanted to go house calling then fine. Whatever makes her happy I suppose. I do wish she'd have told me sooner though.

"I thought you were quite happy at the hotel," I asked curiously as I finally caught up with the whirlwind named Cordelia. "Did something other then the usual happen?"

[visiongirl]

Quite happy at the hotel? Not so much. Relieved that Wesley was still alive and so was Faith and that both of them were somehow coerced into staying in town despite the fact that both of them want to bail really bad. I wasn't sure how I was keeping them both around, but I did know? Well, okay...I was a little on the lonely. Yes. Cordelia Chase. Toast of Sunnydale High didn't really have any friends in the big city. Totally pathetic right? Of course, there were the other actresses that I sometimes went shopping with but their lives were so very different from mine.

And there was Angel who showed up about as much emotion as one of those creepy Teletubbies things. Except Teletubbies probably had better taste in music. Eww. There was nothing like listening to a two hundred year old vampire croon Mandy in the shower. That? That was just disturbing.

"No. But you try living and working with Angel and Faith. They're like these gigantic emotional black holes. I just don't understand how anybody lives that way." And one of them? Had been living that way for over two centuries. Well, maybe living wasn't exactly the best word to use. Existing?

When we got out into the foyer I could see the landlady waiting for us expectantly. So we were a little late. Did she really care if the deposit was already taken care of?

"You must be Mr. Wyndam-Pryce." She said with a big fake smile as she reached out a hand to shake his. "I'm Helen Prezio and I bet you want to see your new apartment."

Oh my God, she was more fake than Britney Spears and way more annoying. It was a good thing besides paying my rent on time? I never actually had to deal with the woman.

[_wes_pryce_]

Pushing my hands in my pocket, I giver her a curious look as she seems to think that over. Personally I find the hotel rather depressing. Far to dark for my liking, but that might be because I've only really been there while it still was infested with that Thesulac demon.

"Well no," I agree when she finally tells me she's not enjoying living at the hotel at all. "I don’t' imagine it would be." Cordelia is light and brightness and... well, happiness. And living there must suck that right out of her. Of course I had my personal reasons for being rather happy she decided not to stay there. I wasn't about to tell her that though, she did seem to have taken on the roll of Fait's protector.

Funnily enough, Faith might not think it. But she does need protection. Mostly against herself. I just wonder if Cordelia is the one to provide that.

When we get into the foyer of the building, that old dragonder is waiting with a fake smile on her face. I've seen her before, she's been glancing at me the few times I've been out of the apartment. Those beady little eyes following me. I shivered when her overly cheerful voice floated over to us.

"Yes, I'd like to see the apartment," I reply, plastering on a fake smile of my own. Shaking her hand shortly, I pull it back and put it in my pocket again, smile still in place.

She starts to blather on about the place being neat and clean and most of her tenants are so very polite and how I would be an addition to that. Raising my eyebrow, I turn toward Cordelia and roll my eyes.

"She used to be a failed Hollywood star right?" I ask in a whisper as we start after the woman.

"Come along now Mister Wyndam-Pryce!" Mrs. - or Miss I don't know - Prezio squeals. And before I know it her hand is on my arm and I'm dragged toward the apartment they want to show me.

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I smiled when Wesley hit the nail right on the head. Failed Hollywood star? Something like that. Not that I was about to loudly tell Wes that Ms. Prezio tried her hardest to become a movie star and ended up starring in a ton of softcore porn movies. I was just surprised he didn't recognize her. Eww. Besides, wasn't everyone in L.A. a failed movie star? Except me. I had a job now. A job where I could be an actor that was going to pay me. So one day? I wouldn't be failed, and I'd look back on these days and smile about how poor I was helping the hopeless.

Helen dragged Wesley inside the apartment and just like I promised? It looked exactly the same as mine did. I didn't think there was a ghost haunting this apartment but you never could tell. With our lives? There could be a dozen ghosts haunting this apartment. Not that I minded sharing Dennis with Wes for his Monopoly or Scrabble or whatever it was the two of them had been doing. I just needed my own place back before the hotel started to drive me crazy.

And yes, it could drive me crazy even without a scary paranoia demon that made me think everything was after me. Let's never do that again.

"Well, what do you think?" Helen asked Wesley after the two of us had inspected almost every nook and cranny of the apartment.

What does he think? He better like it! I needed him to take this apartment and come and work with us and dammit he needed it too whether or not he wanted to admit to that.