cell phone post.

[atoner]

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sometimes i dream i'm an exterminating angel

[blackeyedskank]

She had planned on going that night, lurking in the shadows and creeping along alley walls until she could smell him, until she could see him, reach out and grab a shoulder and drive her fist between his eyes and dig her knuckles beneath his ribs, her heels digging points into his feet. Ruby doesn't really want to hurt him - not that she minds it - but there is a definite perk to besting someone who is both taller and has a certain advantage on the supernatural side of things. She's never fought a vampire before, and while verbal throw downs are enough to keep her interested for a certain amount of time, there is a part of Ruby that is primitively physical, that craves violence, that wants to fight. It's the part of her that wears her eyes black when she's been pushed too far

sometimes i dream i'm an exterminating angel

[atoner]

Patrols are necessary now that Connor is gone. Angel once left his son to these activities, allowing him to enjoy the fact that he had some use in the City. But now that he's gone, he knows he must pick up the slack, lurking in the shadows, hoping that he doesn't find someone in pain, but almost always expecting it; the City is not afraid to draw in all types of people. It is not afraid of bringing them in and allowing them to cause pain, even where others may live, walk, sleep, on a regular basis. He has first hand, second hand-more than enough experience with it

sometimes i dream i'm an exterminating angel

[blackeyedskank]

Her eyebrows jump and the balls of her feet press into the ground as she shifts to the side, trying to get some sort of tactical or balanced advantage while trying to twist out of his grip. She's laughing, some low-pitched obnoxious sound as she wraps the fingers of one hand around around his wrist and makes to headbutt him, the world rushing by in a swirl of blonde hair and streaking neon light from far off advertisements.

"The first challenge? Ha," she breathes, still mocking and laughing, even as she miscalculates with the headbutt and has to go with jerking her head back to get it out of his way. Ruby feels the blade at her thigh pressing against her skin through her jeans, hot and heavy and the hilt humming as she yanks away from him as best she can and pulls her fist back to make aim for his face. Going for the knife is going in dirty, and although Ruby has no honor, no sense of dignity for these things, she's not willing to end a good fight before it's over when she really wants it.Like a human, she doesn't like to talk when

sometimes i dream i'm an exterminating angel

[atoner]

The decision to let her just attack is an easy one. Angel shifts to the defense to watch her actions, but his defense is an offensive one, taking a hit, taking another, before swinging in and slamming his fist into her jaw. Swift and seamless, it's apparent that he has been fighting for years, that this is what some would consider to be "like breathing." Only Angel doesn't have that inhibition

call;

[1inageneration]

[ring ring ring ring]

voicemail;

[1inageneration]

Can we talk? It's about Spike.

call;

[atoner]

[while it's ringing ...]

-Is that how it's supposed to be ringing?

call;

[1inageneration]

[click! she picks up on the second ring]

...What?

call;

[atoner]

[sound of a button being pushed]

Uh-it's nothing. Don't worry about it. What's up about Spike? Did we get anything for sure about him from Stark?

i'm safe up high nothing can touch me but why do i feel this party's over

[thesecondslayer]

The fight with Illyria was probably a mistake. Faith looks down at the bruises on her legs and grimaces. Yeah, definitely a mistake. Who the hell knew Blues Clues could take out a Slayer like it was nothing? Not Faith, that's for sure. She might have been less excited to throw down, then.

Tipping her head back against the counter, she sighs, the muscles in her throat protesting as she swallows. When she speaks, she sounds more resigned than caustic. "You gonna tell me this was a dumb choice? Because you can save it. I got the memo on that one."

Her eyes are still closed, but not like she can't feel Angel there. Vampire, Slayer. More importantly, Faith, Angel. She can tell.

"...Sorry about your shirt. I can get you a new one."

i'm safe up high nothing can touch me but why do i feel this party's over

[atoner]

Fights in the house. Unnecessary ones, ones where Faith gets hurt right after things are getting better for her. Angel knows that he should have been there sooner, to stop it from happening, but the information hadn't reached him on time. He regrets that, but it doesn't bring out disapproval despite her words. He's not going to disprove of her actions, not right now-a fight with Illyria in his mansion (his mansion, the idea is still weird, despite having owned an entire hotel) is better than crawling into Sylar's bed, than being elsewhere

i'm safe up high nothing can touch me but why do i feel this party's over

[thesecondslayer]

It's not a conversation with Angel until he makes her feel like a scolded little kid. Hell, it's deserved here, and kind of comforting. Things with Angel have been so confusing, lately-- he's her rock, he's the enemy, he's here, he's not, he gets her more than anyone and then he doesn't understand anything at all-- but this? Familiar ground. Safe ground, too.

"Angel, I'm chilling on your kitchen floor because I'm pretty sure if I stand up right now, I end up face down and passed out. I'm not gonna start shit with Blues Clues again, swear to God."

She sighs. "Yeah, whatever. Still buying you a new one since washing this one's a lost cause now, so... deal and take the damn shirt." She turns her neck to look at Angel, eyes finally open, her face as blank as she can make it. "You gonna ask?"

i'm safe up high nothing can touch me but why do i feel this party's over

[atoner]

There are a lot of questions he can easily ask. Who she fought with. Why she's there. The big one: what's wrong with her relationship? The last one is the one that sits on the end of his tongue for a moment, because he isn't certain he wants to push ahead with that one. Angel figures that they'll get there soon, but he instead chooses to go with the easier question, the one that will break the tense feeling of the situation a little bit.

"You fought with Illyria," he says, answering it himself. "I saw it on the network." He hesitates for a moment, leaning back, glancing away. "Probably not the question you expected me to ask, but you can start telling me if you want. I'd like to know." A pause, a beat of silence. "Either way, I like having you around again. It's nice."

voicemail;

[discessum]

Illyria's been experimenting with Fred's memories.

Thought you might want to know.