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Nov 27, 2006 17:34

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( From bad to worse? )

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_harm_kendall_ December 7 2006, 05:51:16 UTC

The echo of my heels are the only thing I hear as I make my way down to my car, my jacket and purse tightly fisted in my hands as my eyes burn. Maybe it was time to find another job, someplace new where they didn't put me into some sort of like peg-hole or something and I wasn't allowed to be anything else but what they thought I was ( ... )

watcher_pryce December 7 2006, 10:10:39 UTC

This is not my pen. I don’t have silly pens like these I know that much. Pulling my glasses out of my pocket, I squint at the pen while I wait for the world to come back into focus. No, this is most defiantly not my pen. Shrugging at that, I sigh and move back to the work at hand. More papers, more reports to look over, more propositions Angel wants me to look over, more cases Gunn wants me to look at, more plans Fred wants my help with ( ... )

_harm_kendall_ December 17 2006, 09:26:18 UTC

The radio blares as I make my way out of the parking lot of Wolfram and Hart, heading down towards my apartment. To be alone. No, I don't count the new puppy I got. I can't even get him to come near me, he smells the demon inside and hides. I only know he's still alive 'cause the food's gone when I come home.

All this sucking is pissing me off.

I groan and tighten my hands on the steering wheel and doing my best to forget everything going on. Not like I could, it slapped me in the face every time I looked in the mirror and saw nothing there.

"Fuck this." I grip the wheel and spin it almost totally around, hearing screeching of tires in the distance as I make a U-turn from the direction of my apartment and head towards a bar. They're one of the only places in LA that will make real bloody Mary's. I need a few...maybe ten or so right about now ( ... )

watcher_pryce December 18 2006, 09:25:52 UTC

“What?’ I stare at Spike as though he’s gone mad while thinking that’s the best idea he’s had thus far. I frantically try to remember if I have any bottles left here, but then realize that Angel took them away. Said he had guests and asked for them. He took them away though, I’m not a fool. I may have been naïve at one point, but I was never a fool ( ... )