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Endings and Beginnings? There are no such things.

Jan 05, 2005 01:53

Welcome to Hell. Please notice the absence of any emergency exits. This is not an oversight on our part, they simply do not exist. If you come here, you're here to stay. The sooner you accept that fact, the sooner we can get down to business and things will be more pleasant all round.

( Greetings and Salutations... )

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lindsey_lives January 5 2005, 02:28:42 UTC

I blinked a couple of times, trying to get my bearings. The last thing I remembered was Lorne putting two bullets in my chest. Drowning in my own blood wasn't something I wanted to go through again. Welcome to Hell. Oh fuck ( ... )

_the_ram_ January 5 2005, 03:07:58 UTC

I watched him with genuine curiousity. It didn't take a genius to follow his train of thought when he began fingering at those wounds of his ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ January 6 2005, 00:07:21 UTC

One moment I'm staring up in Fre- Illyria's face. No Fred, she was Fred. She lied to me and I thanked her for it. I'm supposed to be dead, there isn't supposed to be anything after you died. Just...rest and nothing. But this, though it appears to be nothing, does seem like something.

And who is this woman? The ram? The ram of what? And why the bloody hell is that sodding bugger McDonald here with me? Did he just cut something out of himself? That's it, I'm having a nightmare. No sane person would do that. Confused, I glance down at myself. There's a big gaping hole in my stomach. I touch it gingerly, it hurts like hell. And my hands, they're covered in blood, but at least it's my own.

This time.

Where am I? I look up at this...Ram...thing...woman again. My eyes wide with confusion. She and that git are talking as though it's perfectly normal to be talking in the presence of someone who's dead. Someone who's dead and sitting up, looking on and hearing things. Can they even see me? Hear me? "What the bloody hell is going on?"

lindsey_lives January 6 2005, 01:09:23 UTC

No, I wasn't surprised to be here. I was still a little shocked about how I ended up with a couple of bullets in my chest, but there were more important matters to deal with right now ( ... )

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_the_ram_ January 8 2005, 20:12:50 UTC

It's odd to think that a mere three hours earlier I was actually feeling quite relaxed and mellow. I had a glass of warmed spiced wine on the side table, my feet up on a stool by a blazing fire, and a nice book in my hand about life in aquatic dimensions. Hamiliton had reported that Angel had finally caved to the pressures of power. In short, I was feeling quite sunny and cheerful towards the world ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ January 8 2005, 20:50:00 UTC

Glaring at McDonald, I shoot a few daggers at him. Well, at least in my mind. The boss thing is starting to look more and more appealing every time the git opens his mouth.

On their side? Wait just one sodding minute. What made her think I was going to be on *her* side? The hell I was. And no contract was going to force me to do so. No contract was going to force me to work against Angel.

Narrowing my eyes, I open my mouth to say just that. Stupid little furball want to be. Then another part of her long winded speech struck me. Angel signed away his shanshu? The bloody git! I was going to have a word with him about that. Dammit! He worked so hard for that, just to sign it away. I doubt Mister Spike would even want it ( ... )

lindsey_lives January 9 2005, 00:43:56 UTC

Why in the world had we been following that idiot's orders in the first place? Signed away his own destiny. Screwed his friends over and damned them all to hell. Come to think of it, why had I agreed to help? I wasn't even sure any more. Certainly wasn't worth it.

Wes is giving me a glare that made Holland's seem like nothing. I'd proably pay for my little comments later. But I was dead now, so what did it matter? Even if Angel snaped his neck, it wouldn't kill him anyway. Maybe he'd need to duct tape it back on straight.

"Um excuse me. If I'm his assistant, what exactly will I be doing while he goes up to play with his friends?" I'm amazed Angel didn't just have them all murdered and be done with it. 'If I'm going to die, I'm taking the rest of you down too' isn't a really great attitude for a leader to have. Fucking jackass.

_the_ram_ January 9 2005, 01:02:01 UTC

I can feel their anger and resentment seething in the air around us. Pryce looks like a bomb simply waiting to go off. However, it must be that stiff British upper lip that finally gives him some self-control and manners.

"That's the spirit." I nod at him before turning my attention to MacDonald. He too is looking rather pissed-off, although this time I don't think it's aimed at me.

Part of me is tempted to keep MacDonald behind now and pop him the offer straightaway. Right now he looks like he'd happily dust Angel and scatter his ashes over a dung heap without so much as a tear. However, appearances can be deceiving. MacDonald has appeared dedicated to us before, and then suddenly done a 180 degree turn over something as trivial as children or a spare appendage. So I just gaze at him evenly.

"You will do whatever our Liaison decides you should do," I say. "His job will be to assist Angel in getting the LA offices back up to scratch. So doubtless he will be very busy, and in such cases, you will be reporting to us on his behalf."

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