Word Count for the Year, Entry 11
28869 / 200000 words. 14% done!
Not an ass ton this week, but I'm about where I'm supposed to be, I think. I've been distracted in the past few days due to fixing some RP shit and proving that yes, I am growing up, slowly but surely. Delightful.
Haylee - Charloft Wednesday
Whether it is stamps, dolls, guitars, books or umbrellas, show us something from your collection.
My collection doesn’t really catch people’s eye too much. I’m a book collector. Not even necessarily fancy, old books. I’ve got plenty of paperbacks in my collection, too. Frankly, if I’m not reading or, doing something with Sy, or maybe even doing the ‘vampire’ type things, I’m reading.
Frankly, I’m kind of a boring individual. I like books. I’m a horror fan by nature, but I’ll honestly read just about anything once.
Well, except teen novels. Those things suck.
Mere - Charloft Wednesday
Whether it is stamps, dolls, guitars, books or umbrellas, show us something from your collection.
I’ve actually got two collections.
I may use the same one on stage every night, but I have kind of a large collection of guitars that people have bought me over the years, or that I’ve bought myself. I’ve even got one signed by Joe Perry!
Yeah, I’m a little clichéd as a musician, but I also collect records. Another thing that a lot of people will buy for me when they don’t know what else to get me. *laughs* Not that I mind. I love them!
Angel - Charloft Winter Bingo “Secret Admirer”
Even though he had said that he was perfectly fine with Buffy dating that other guy, he knew, deep down, that it wasn’t true. Even when he tried seeing someone else, he realized that he’d ALWAYS feel some sort of possessiveness over her. She was the first person that he’d ever loved. He knew that it was a bad idea to still harbor feelings for her. When they were together, nothing good ever seemed to come of it. There was soul losing and all sorts of awful things that might happen.
Plus, now he had Cordy, and the guarantee that he wouldn’t lose his soul if he was with her. He should be happy. In most ways, he WAS happy with it. However, every time he saw her with that kid he wanted to grab Rain by the neck and strangle the life out of him. She could just…he felt like she could do so much better. He knew that he was going to feel that way about anyone she dated, though. Anyone who wasn’t him. He had said that she should move on, though. So, for now, the only thing he could do was admire from afar, even as he was with someone else.
Angel - Charloft Winter Bingo “Heartbreak”
When Abernathy had called Angel and told him that her parents were sending her off to a school on the east coast, he was incensed, angry, pissed off, any other synonym that you’d like to come up with, he was it. He was ready to tear her parents to pieces because they had sent Abernathy away from him. As if a simple move could keep him away from her. He had been completely prepared to simply get up and drive his car to her school and take her out the window.
She had convinced him otherwise, though. She had said that she wanted to ‘respect her parents’ wishes.’ He had actually asked if he had done something wrong. She had tried to tell him that it wasn’t him, that she was still young and she didn’t want to alienate her parents by running off with him. He had hung up and just…collapsed. He had thought that she loved him. Of course she did, he got that, but he realized that she didn’t love him enough. He completely understood everything logically, and understood where she was coming from.
He was still completely crushed, though. He was alone again. Maybe he really was destined to be alone forever.
Haylee - Charloft Thursday
Your challenge word for today's drabble is pray. Do with it what you will!
Haylee didn’t pray. She didn’t believe in it. She had always figured that, if there was some sort of a higher being, her life growing up would have been a lot better. She would have had parents that cared about her and maybe even some friends that she could really count on.
She had never been the praying type, but she had prayed a lot once for three days. It was the three days between when she had buried Sy and when his voice first came to her in her head. She couldn’t even remember exactly what she had prayed for, and, if asked, she’d still say that she never prayed. Those days still feel like some fevered dream that she can’t quite remember what happened during.
She was pretty damn sure that she prayed, though. She remembered asking God for…something. It was likely that she asked for Sy to wake up. She had gotten so dependent on him being around that she really didn’t know how to function on her own, anymore. Not that she was doing a whole lot of functioning in the first place.
Thankfully, he did come back. Just…not in the way she intended.
Goddamnit.
Haylee - Charloft Saturday
Suppose you find the proverbial genie-in-the-lamp. What's the list of your three wishes? Wishing to set the genie free is permissible; wishing for more wishes is the cheater's way out and the genie in question warns that he'll respond to that sort of shenanigans with a thousand camel's fleas infesting your nether regions.
1. To put Sy back in his goddamn body and out of my head. I’m glad to have him around, still, but sharing my head with another person is like…occasionally the worst migraine you’ll ever experience in your life.
…And I just realized that’s my only wish. So I guess I’d wish the genie free with my second wish.
WHAT? I already have an awesome job and a lot of money. The fuck more could I want? Oh yeah! I get to live forever. Seriously, what the hell am I gonna wish for at this point?
Mere - Charloft Thursday
Your challenge word for today's drabble is pray. Do with it what you will!
Mere woke up, feeling the sun on her skin. After not being able to go out in the daylight for so long, it was so amazing to feel something so warm. She couldn’t imagine taking it for granted again. You don’t realize how much you miss something until you can experience it again, she supposed.
She brushed Ash’s hair out of his face, watching him as he flinched slightly in his sleep. She wasn’t religious in any sort of sense, but she had done a lot of praying over Ash recently. It seemed like every time she turned around, there was some friend of hers needing help. It would be annoying if it wasn’t so crisis-y. She prayed over every one of them, too.
Probably not anyone so much as Ash, though. It sincerely seemed like he couldn’t take care of himself, sometimes. As powerful as he was, he didn’t function without someone at his side. It almost didn’t matter who it was, though. That was the way she saw it, anyway. She was happy for it to be her, but she was willing to step aside for it to be someone else, too, if that’s what he needed.
Mere fell in love pretty easily and fairly hard, but she always carried a torch for one little creepy blond haired guy. Go figure.
Mere - Charloft Friday
Suppose you find the proverbial genie-in-the-lamp. What's the list of your three wishes? Wishing to set the genie free is permissible; wishing for more wishes is the cheater's way out and the genie in question warns that he'll respond to that sort of shenanigans with a thousand camel's fleas infesting your nether regions.
1. Even more musical fame. (Sometimes I feel that it’s just not coming fast enough. I want Metallica fame!)
2. For the people in my life to be happy for once. (It seems that as soon as one of them gets happy another gets depressed again.)
3. Free the damn genie. (Why not? I’m already rich and hot.)
Mere - Drabble “Strangers”
Mere groaned as she opened up her eyes. The sun was shining through a window and it was hitting her directly in her eyes. As much as she appreciated being able to be in the sun now, she really wished that it wasn’t hitting her right in the damn eyes.
She heard someone groan next to her, which caused her to open her eyes up wider, and then roll over to see who it was. Other than seeing that it was a male, she had no clue who it was. Lovely. She rolled over and looked up at the ceiling, only to realize that she wasn’t home, either.
“Fuck me,” she muttered, sitting up in the bed. Thankfully, her bed partner didn’t stir. He was cute, but, as she had no recollection as to what his name was or how they met (she had been drinking something powerful last night), she really didn’t want to get into awkward morning after banter.
After collecting her clothes and slipping them on, she managed to let herself out the front door. This stuff was getting old. She never thought that anonymous sex with hot people would get old, but damn if it was. It was annoying to wake up next to a person and not who they were. Something new needed to happen.
Haylee - Charloft Munday
Share with us your character's obituary as it might appear in a newspaper (or equivalent publication/etc), after his or her death.
Haylee is actually in the interesting predicament of being a vampire, which means that, at some point in the future, she’ll have to actually plan out her death in the ‘human’ community. While she’s not the most recognizable face in the world, the few people that she works with (her agent, financial advisor and the like) will start to eventually notice that she’s stopped aging around the age of twenty-five. She’ll likely have to adopt a new identity and everything, but at least she can somewhat write her own obituary in the near future.
Haylee James (1970-2007)
The reclusive author known as Haylee James was declared dead after an exhaustive search after a boating accident on the night of April 17th, 2007. She is the world renown writer known for such books as The Seventh Way and Silence in the Truth. She was well known for writing horror novels, but she was equally well known for her reluctance to come out into the spotlight, instead staying hidden away, rarely seen outside of her home. She is survived by her parents, from whom she was estranged from.
Haylee - Charloft Twosday
Write a drabble or short centered around a pair of____ . (Knitting needles and shoes)
She sat on the bench in the dark. It seemed impossible to be able to see in the darkness, but there she was, deftly knitting what looked to be a sweater. Just by looking at it you’d swear that you could feel its softness. It looked like something that a kitten would curl up on top of and cover it with cat hair, and the owner likely wouldn’t mind. Probably think that it was cute.
“Not normal for someone like you to be on your own so late at night,” she heard a man say as he walked in front of her.
“I’m waiting on someone,” she said in a disinterested voice, not looking up from the pink yarn that she was working on. “No need to worry about me.”
“Oh, there’s a lot for you to be worrying about, I believe.” She didn’t see the fangs bared at her as he opened his mouth, reaching down to grab her by her shoulders. Strangely, she didn’t look up as he yanked her up, causing her yarn to be knocked on the ground, one of the needles from her knitting slipping out of her hand and clanking against the concrete.
“Actually, I’m sure that you’re the one that should be worried.” In his haste to grab what the vampire had assumed would be a quick meal, he hadn’t noticed that the woman’s knitting needles were wooden. She had picked out this place to hang around because there had been reports of heightened vampire activity in the area. She was lucky that there was still room enough between them for her to raise the needle up, slamming it into the vampire’s chest, straight into his heart.
She reached down to pick up her yarn and other needle, not even looking up to watch as the vampire crumpled to dust in front of her. She was perfectly content to get back onto the bench and continue her work. Even if another vampire didn’t show up tonight (there were too many deaths and disappearances for it to just be one vampire), she’d be able to get a lot more work done on the sweater for her sister’s kid. It was supposed to be for her birthday next week and…
KEERASH!!!!!
Haylee would have pissed herself out of shock from the loud noise coming from the back of her apartment in Sy’s bedroom, but she didn’t have bodily functions anymore. It was psychosomatic, but she could swear that she felt her heart start up just to skip a beat when she heard that noise.
Jumping up from the computer, she ran into the bedroom, seeing that Sy had actually picked up the bed from the floor and hurled it across the room, bedframe and all. “Where’s my shoe?” he snarled, crawling around on the floor. The room was in utter tatters, with the now fairly destroyed bed in pieces on the other side of the room from him. Haylee could also see that he had torn the mattress open before throwing the entire bed.
“Living room by the door where you took them off last night,” Haylee said in a flat voice, eyes not able to keep up with him as he rushed out of the room as fast as he could, letting out a “Xena-esque’ cry of victory from the living room.
Haylee didn’t even bat an eye. His agitation was up recently for some reason. When she asked, he’d change the subject or just shout nonsense, so she stopped asking. She didn’t ask him why he was wanting his shoes, anyway. She had something to deal with right now.
She walked back to her computer room, sitting down back at the computer, wanting to pick up where she left off.
…the woman wanted to make sure to get her niece something. The girl was only five, but she did absolutely love pink. She knew that her sister was getting her daughter a kitten and…
Mere - Charloft Munday
Share with us your character's obituary as it might appear in a newspaper (or equivalent publication/etc), after his or her death.
Mere Delany (1981-2041)
Meredith Louise Delany died yesterday, at the age of sixty. She is most known for playing lead guitar in ‘Suicide Messiah’ and ‘Bad Reputation,’ although she did well with some solo work as well. While she was successful in her public life, her personal life was not so successful, going through three marriages plus two long term relationships in her life. She is survived by her long time partner, Kevin Van Warren, and two children, Louise and Hannah.
Mere - Charloft Twosday
Write a drabble or short centered around a pair of____ . (Earrings)
Mere leaned over the bed, grabbing her jewelry box from underneath it. She wasn’t exactly much of a jewelry wearer, but today was going to be an exception. She and Kevin were heading out to a record label party that Ben was throwing for Full Moon Records. She had decided to pick out the earrings and necklace that Kevin had bought for Valentine’s Day for her. She had been dying to wear them out, but they were so damn fancy that she needed something really important to wear them to. You didn’t just wear something like this to Avarice.
No, these were something made to be extra special, just like she and Kevin were extra special.
Haylee - Charloft Winter Bingo “Festive”
Haylee reached up and flicked the match against the matchbook, flinching slightly when the flame appeared. She’d always had a slight fear of fire; she saw it as something primordial, dark and mysterious, and something that couldn’t be contained, only momentarily controlled.
Blinking, she reached the match over to the candle, lighting it and shaking the match quickly, putting the flame out. She had lit a candle over a cupcake that she had bought from a bakery. It was her twenty-first birthday, but she was celebrating alone, just how she liked it.
She had never been terribly fond of people (a tragic product of her upbringing with two jerks for parents), and, after high school, had closed herself off from others as much as she could. She had never been terribly interested in relationships, and that feeling had only gotten stronger as she had grown.
Just because she was alone didn’t mean that she couldn’t celebrate her birthday. She had bought herself a first edition of Stephen King’s Christine, as she could now afford to do such things since her novel, The Seventh Way, was doing so well. Plus, like she had done every year since she had been in her teens, she had bought herself a cupcake with a candle on it. Buying a whole cake was wasteful, as she’d never eat it all and she had no one to share it with.
She liked the idea of a quiet celebration alone, though. She was more the quite, contemplative type person, anyway. This was her way of being happy with the passing of another year.
At least this year could be joined by a bottle of tequila along with the cupcake. Well, legally, anyway.
Angel - Charloft Winter Bingo “Lovers”
The smell of her was intoxicating to him. He could barely be in the same room as Buffy without nearly overdosing on her scent. Not the perfumes that she wore, or the shampoo that she washed her hair with, but the deeper, more natural scent that both told him slayer and Buffy that filled his nostrils whenever he was anywhere near her.
He could drown in her scent. Right now, pressed up against her in an alley, kissing her, he thought that he just might. He burned with an intensity for her that he couldn’t even describe. He’d never understand why he wanted and needed her so bad, but it was something that he was now certain that he’d never get rid of.
Even if it killed him to still love and want her the way that he did.
Haylee - Charloft Winter Bingo “Holding Hands”
Haylee was never an affectionate person. She had been brought up in a home where you were more likely to get a slap across the face rather than a hug. A kick instead of a kiss. By the time that she was in her teens, she seemed to lack any real need to want to touch other people all that much. Some of her friends first thought that she was asexual. Then, when she got a little older, they realized that she just wasn’t a cuddler. No real boyfriend/girlfriend relationships to speak of, but instead she’d just come in, get what she wanted, and get gone.
She had never known what it was like to hold a lover’s hand in hers while she still breathed. Not that she knew what it was like for a vampire, either. Sex for vampires was…beyond worthless. Occasionally used by vampires who couldn’t get food without taking it to bed. Haylee personally saw it as a biological need that she didn’t need to fill, anymore.
That didn’t mean that she didn’t feel the need to be close to people. God help her, if anything, she felt the need had intensified tenfold. Maybe it was some inward need that made it so that she, well, wouldn’t quickly starve to death or something. She thought that it might not be just that, though. Maybe dying had awakened something in her that had been completely dormant before.
Most of the time she had gotten rid of the urge by just being near people. It had been a lot more than what she had done while she was alive. She’d never really even been interested in people watching unless it was for some sort of research for a book. Now, though, she occasionally found that she liked being near other people in places like clubs.
That didn’t even sate it sometimes. Feeding didn’t always take care of it, either. Occasionally, when she did talk to people in clubs (usually to feed, she would claim), she would actually take their hand and play with their fingers. Maybe it was just some natural vampire charm that had leaked into her by being embraced, but they usually didn’t seem to mind. Thank god, or else she’d be mortified by the habit that she had developed.
Sy seemed to have noticed what she did. She even caught herself doing it to him a time or two when they talked. He never said anything about it, though. Maybe he realized just what it was that was going on in her brain. Just a real need to physically connect with someone in some desperate way. Who knew?
Angel - Charloft Winter Bingo “Cherry”
When he thought back to Abernathy, one of the evening dates that came to mind was when she had taken him to an ice cream shop. He could actually eat and taste things, although his ability was a bit muted compared to humans. He had actually let her order for him, since he had no idea what to pick for himself. She had picked a hot fudge Sunday for them to split, ordering one of the larger sizes.
“Hey, want to see a trick that my sister taught me?” Abernathy asked.
Dear lord. Who knew what it was that she would show him. “Go ahead,” Angel said to her.
She popped the cherry stem off the cherry and dropped it into her mouth, seemingly swirling it around in her mouth for a minute before plucking it back out of her mouth, holding it up for him to see.
“You tied it in a knot,” he commented, staring at it.
“Yep. TJ loves doing it to get people drooling in clubs,” Abernathy said with a giggle.
“I can see why.” If he was a teenager, his voice would have cracked right then. It was amazing just how one little thing like a cherry stem could make it so that he couldn’t even stand up for quite some time.
Eve - Drabble “Poison”
Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill
Eve slinked down the walkway of Saints & Sinners, grinning as she moved to the thumping of the song. She absolutely loved this song. Other than things that Bray wrote for her, this was her favorite song to dance to. What she didn't tell many people was why it was one of her favorites.
I want to love you but I better not touch (don?t touch)
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Alice Cooper had actually written it about *her.* No, she didn't sleep with him. Even a succubus can have standards, and he was WAY on the old side. Not that she could talk, but he looked it. No, she had driven one of his roadies to insanity while she followed an Alice Cooper tour but refused to sleep with him.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat
She *had* slept with that boy. Oh he had been a fun one to break. She had certainly delved into just running around and breaking people in the 80's. Hell, they had wanted it. Who was she to deny them of a little taste of her sugar? Eve had a body built for sin, after all. She had been happy to drive a man to ruin then.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison...
She bent over and flipped her hair over her head before leaning back against the pole, slowly sliding down it, breasts already bare when she had come out. She realized that, if she hadn't found love in Brayden, she'd likely still be breaking men left and right. She'd never really liked a man until him, much less loved one. The world is quite thankful for him, even if they don't know it.
(OOC Note: I did NOT count the song toward my word quota, as I didn't write the damn thing.)