Lindsey McDonald
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My firm may not want you dead? but Im cool with it.
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Nov 8, 2004 12:39:46 GMT -5
~Two Weeks Earlier~ "While the arguments that the district attorney here has presented are somewhat entertaining, this case hinges on the testimony of witnesses that they have been unable to produce." His arms cross as he gives the attorney a look of ‘your turn’. "Your honor, we can produce them if Wolfram & Hart will stop tampering with the witness." "Witness tampering is a serious allegation, councilor. And I will be filing a grievance for this remark with the A.B.A this afternoon. They have no witness. They have no case. I request a dismissal of all charges against my client, whose reputation has been irreparably damaged by these proceedings. He is a law abiding and upstanding citizen." In that instant he realizes the court doors have been opened. Turning, his eyes spot Angel and the missing witness, Marquez. "Your client really is - except for that pesky drug-dealing and murder stuff." Angel quips as he opens the gate for Marquez to enter and fall next to the attorney. "Your honor, the state calls Mr. Marquez." Marquez gets sworn in… the rest, as they say, history. ~Four Days after the Court in which Angel interrupted~ Legs crossed as he leans back in his chair, he puts them on the desk. "No sir. I accept full responsibility. I thought - - I thought we had done everything possible. However, I'd not foreseen the intervention…” His door opens and Lee Mercer looks in, Lindsey waves for him to come in. “Yes sir. Angel. I don't disagree. He's proven to be a costly liability. - I can, absolutely, I can do that. Yes, sir. Good-bye.” Hanging up, Lindsey stares at the phone for a moment, Lee Mercer standing, shaking. With a growl of frustration he picks the phone up and throws it across the room. Shattering in pieces, Lindsey looks to Lee. “I hate failure when there is no one else to blame it on." With a shakey hand, Lee holds out some papers: "I think I've found the solution to our problem." Glaring, Lindsey takes the papers and looks at them. “I believe you have…” ~Days Later…~ "A felony arrest warrant from Sunnydale was issued in your name - - physical description is quite accurate. The photograph, however, is - not flattering. - There is a lot of personal stuff that is of no interest to me, but what they do fail to mention is that you are a Slayer." He glances to Faith who is pacing uncontrollably in his office, however, at the mention of her being a slayer, she stopped. "You have a problem. We have a problem. I just had a perfectly good murder case go up in smoke and you seem to - have a certain expertise in that area. So to make a long story - less long - I think if a service is rendered - we can get you off." "You don't know how many man have promised me that." Faith sneered as she finally sat down in the chair. “Who am I supposed to kill?" "Please understand that we would never advocate the killing of another human being. - His name is Angel. - He's somewhat of a private..." Lindsey begins, thinking ‘not a human… but a vampire- that’s another story’, but is quickly cut off by Faith. "No problem. Oh yeah, besides getting me off, how much are you going to pay?" A smirk plays on her features as her brow rises. ~Present Time~ His eyes scan over the paper work for the new ‘deal’ they had planned out for a new client. “Right… and I’m the fuckin holy ghost…” he murmured to himself as he read through the paperwork explaining what the new monster on the loose was. Pressing the intercom he grunted a quick, “Get Lilah in her… NOW.” He was leaned back in his chair like normal, feet on the desk, crossed and his eyes reading the papers that he skimmed through. Lilah entered and eyed him with a sour stare. “Don’t EVER order me into your office again Lindsey… I don’t take orders from you, and guess what… I never will.” She turned to exit his office. “Lilah, it’s the Sammael that we’re dealing with now. Forget Angel, Faith… or anything. We have fuckin’ Satan on the loose and last thing we heard was it landed somewhere over here, thanks to Faith. We have a team to go after it… and I presume it will be caught within the next few hours… but our new client wants it here and now… I need you to sweet talking him into waiting just a little longer for his present.”<br> The pretty young lawyer stared at the equally handsome one. “Fine Lindsey, but next time… do your own dirty work. I get credit for this.” She turned with a swirl of hair and a sway of hips. Leaning forward, he was upright in his chair again, slamming the papers down. Getting up, he fixed his tie and exited the room. On the desk, the folder was still open- the picture of a gruesome beast… as well as a very public figure... looked up towards the ceiling.
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Dru
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"Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today. Shhhh."
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Post by Dru on Nov 9, 2004 0:46:30 GMT -5
Slipping through the streets, her eyes scanned random man after random woman. Yes, they were an interesting bunch. Mortals consumed by mortal thoughts. Hissing gently, she smirked a bit, then smiled. “All my preciousness… will be gone soon, the moon says so… says that everyone will be gone.” She spoke to Miss Edith as she walked.
“Yes, that means myself too…. But all the more reason to take what I want now.” Her growl was all that could be heard as she grasped the next man by the throat and took him into the alleyway. Biting down onto his vein of life, she bit harder at his jerking body, taking in his juices.
Throwing him to the ground, her tongue danced upon her lips as her face slowly demangled itself. Picking up his fallen wallet and keys, her head jerked to the side. “Ohh… a new home for us.” Her smirk was devilish, hoping to god he had a family for a mid-night snack.
Turning down the street, she began towards his abode. Whereupon finding it… she realized that no man from a rundown place like this would have a family. “Too bad, so sad…” she murmured before entering the building and discarding of his license.
The room smelled of sweat and beer, her nose crinkling. “I think I might have to play….” Her whispered words came as she rummaged through his belongings.
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Spike
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"I hate being obvious. All fangy and grrr. Takes the mystery out."
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Post by Spike on Nov 9, 2004 1:01:52 GMT -5
Naturally Drusilla wasn’t where she was supposed to be so old Spike had once again found himself left in the lurch. Nails painted with chipped black polish tapped against the dashboard of the Nova as he scanned the area. He’d pulled over to the side, waiting and watching for some sign that she had an ounce of logic left in her head and could remember the SIMPLE fucking details like when and where too meet… Just as he spotted her he pulled the car out of the spot he’d been idling in and began to navigate down Rodeo Drive.
The hit came out of nowhere. Mangling several cars Spike’s took the brunt of the damage as the indescribable monstrosity leapt across traffic using the cars as virtual springboards as it continued on its way. The Vampire had barely enough time to realize his car was pointed almost nearly other way and smoking from the hood before the creature was gone. Even a vampire as he was he knew it was a futile chase. – But where did Dru run off to? He remembered his eyes scanning the sidewalk. Naturally she was nowhere to be found.
He followed her scent, angrily barging into the dead man’s apartment. Lucky for him the invite wasn’t needed. “You mind tell me wot the hell yer doing?” Spike slapped the porcelain doll from Dru’s hands as he spun her around. “I wait over forty minutes fer you and then… then-"
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Allen Francis Doyle
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"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
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Post by Allen Francis Doyle on Nov 9, 2004 10:30:14 GMT -5
Doyle lifted Fred into his arms, surprised at how little she weighted. It was nearly effortless to carry her to the little vestibule the neighboring mausoleum provided. He settled her down against the wall of the mausoleum to keep her out of the rain. Allen didn’t care what Cordelia said. Native American might be so last season but it didn’t change the fact that this unfortunate girl was going to freeze to death in that skimpy little outfit. Shrugging off his jacket, Doyle draped it over Fred’s shoulders then turned to Cordelia Chase.
“Who’s the looker?” Doyle inquired with a tipped head in Willow’s direction, “One your doting fans or a friend from the acting group?” Cordelia began to turn in the witch’s direction, already coming to the conclusion that Doyle was off his rocker. “ Pul-ease like I can really keep an active social life when I’m stuck disemboweling nasty bug-demons or trouncing around graveyards in designer… Willow?”
The aspiring actress walked over to the shy red-head trying in vain to try and not look so disheveled. “Wow it’s so good too see you, and you hair doesn’t look as crappy as it usually does. Did you start using that sleek and straight stuff I told you about? That’s Doyle,” she wrinkled her nose a little. “So I guess you heard… I read for a pilot and you’re here to congratulate me. Well thanks, but it doesn’t mean I have the part yet. And yes, I’m working with Angel… totally temporary, but wow! - So good to see you Wil. Do you have a place to stay? – You so more than invited to crash with me, just ignore the roomie... I do. Trust me you don’t wanna stay with Angel, I don’t think he’s even heard of conditioner let alone the whole brooding atmosphere... bleah.”
Finally she took a breath and looked to the Irishman who was still (much to her surprise) fiddling with the mud-person. “I don’t know who’s been deciding to throw away a sight for sore eyes like this here, but I’ll warrant she’s been a tight bind for a stretch. You see…” The Irishman leaned forward lifting her limp wrist to reveal the tan/dirt line where the cuffs of her restraints had covered. “If you hadn’t hit her so hard up the head her lacers came out her mouth we might have asked her what for, but she was scared a might bit." “I hit her, I hit her?! – Just hold on a second my wee little Irishman SHE plowed into me remember it’s not like my head’s feeling any-”
He tucked her arm back inside the jacket and the warmth it provided and he was about to stand fully upright again when searing pain lanced though his temples. Stumbling into the side of the solid structure his hands immediately went to either side of his skull as he uncontrollably convulsed. The visions were more violent than he’d ever experienced before, and this one was lasting far longer than any of its predecessors. Sinking to his knees unceremoniously the half-demon let go with one hand to support his weight, lips parted as he felt the urge to vomit. Rainwater coated his back plastering his colorful Hawaiian print shirt to his skin.
After a full five minutes Doyle’s hand flexed in the muddy water and loose earth. His back arched as he pushed up slowly as if it were a great effort and then sat with his back to the wall of the crypt. Again fingertips went to his head as he felt the aftershocks of pain pulse a scream of response. After an enduring thirty seconds he looked up with sad bloodshot eyes. “I’ll be wanting a lot more than single malt Scotch to fend this one off Cordy.”
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Dru
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"Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She's a bad example, and will have no cakes today. Shhhh."
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Post by Dru on Nov 9, 2004 10:36:47 GMT -5
Spike was near-so near in fact…<br> ““You mind tell me wot the hell yer doing?”<br> Her body spun, Miss Edith fell, her eyes scanned Spike.
“I wait over forty minutes fer you and then… then-“<br> Her hand claps itself around the back of his neck. “Poor Spikie…” Her head dipped towards his chest, “I can hear your anger inside you, wanting to come out…. I just wanted a midnight snack… mmm and a moist, full snack he was in deed.” Slowly her head rose to look him in the face.
“No…I do not bother you so… there is something else….” Pulling herself from him with a tired growl, her eyes narrow towards him. “I do not play such games my dearest…” Her hands played against her soft pale skin. “You know… sometimes I think this is all a disease… and my hair will fall out… and I shall be bald for eternity…”
Slowly Drusilla the loon bent, picking up her doll and rocking her back and forth. “Miss Edith says you have been a bad daddy… but no, you are not my darling…. Just angry… why.”
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Spike
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"I hate being obvious. All fangy and grrr. Takes the mystery out."
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Post by Spike on Nov 9, 2004 11:57:51 GMT -5
Spike turned to Drusilla with an incredulous expression of irrational anger on his face. Alright so he was in a mood. A guy gets like that after a “big ugly” crushes the front end of his car. So gives a sod if the girl gets the brunt of misdirected anger.
“No my pet you’re little craving isn’t the brunt of why I’m out of sorts… Hmmm do you think I’m out of sorts…? God save the Queen I think you might be onto something.” Spike’s tone was cynical, biting, but then as his innocent little sire wrapped her arms about his neck he stopped with the snide remarks. Rolling his eyes at the nonsensical psycho talk, Spike slumped into a beaten up armchair in his abode the passion in his voice lessened, defeated.
“It’s nothing really Love. Please don’t bother with me… really I’m fine.” He sighed though his talking continued as if she were intently listening. “Just... missing the old days you know, when being a vampire meant something. You know we were the ones that coined the phrase "afraid of the dark" and now fer wot; A Scoobie gang in sunnydale and a defanged Angelus thinking 'es the next batman of the Underworld… Please it’s coming to a time when a bloke is almost embarrassed to say he used to pal with the Scourge of Europe.”
The blonde creature of the night glowered and sneered at the thought of Angel walking off in his magnificent poofta ways, feeling like a bleeding hero instead of the sellout ass-kisser he’d become. The whole lot of it made him sick. He was glad to be free of Sunnydale and that holier than thou vampire slayer. He hated that she was always at the back of his mind. Like a scratch on the roof of his mouth that would go away if only he could stop tonguing it. No... ‘He was with Dru. Not Buffy. Dru.’ This was the mantra he chanted often in his mind.
At the mention of Miss Edith he burst out again with a ramble of complaint, "Well you can tell Miss. Edith that and a SODDING demon hell-beast WANKER decided to take of the front end of MY bleedin’ car, which wouldn't ‘ave been so bad if I ‘adn’t been DRIVING it down RODEO DRIVE in the GRAND VIEW of the public eye LOOKING FER YOU!” Cheekbones sharpened as he grit his teeth and turned aside. Already he felt bad for yelling at her but he wasn’t about to say sorry.
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Faith
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"Dude, you just saved a puppy..."
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Post by Faith on Nov 9, 2004 13:10:47 GMT -5
“Gunn huh? – Love the name,” she toyed allowing her tongue to lick some rainwater from her lips, and then followed it up with a drag of teeth to tease the flesh. Perhaps this was just as it seemed. A punk from the streets playing vigilante and not the double cross she’d come to expect from everyone. Naturally Angel had his suspicions about her. She would think of less of him if he didn’t…It was why she was going to handle this situation differently.
At first the walk seemed ample opportunity to try and take him out; A remote location apart from intruders… the perfect setting due to the rainfall, hell Gunn even brough her extra toys, but this was probably just what Angel expected. Faith never was much of a plotter, but this time a different route seemed in order. Now it was just a matter of time before she was able to discover the Vampire’s soft underbelly. Gunn certainly wasn’t it, so who…? Cordy? Her mind mulled over the options as the trio walked toward the mausoleum.
It was then that she realized exactly where they were headed and the cold dread of panic washed over her. How much did they know? Was this all just a trap so the Watchers could drag her back to England and reprogram her? Swallowing hard Faith paused, gripping Angel’s bicep and giving it a squeeze. “Hate to bail on you Angel babe, but I gotta split, Slayer stuff. But don’t worry after you’re little pep talk I’m five by five. But don’t cry L.A.’s not as big as it looks, I’m sure I’ll bump into you again.” Faith held her hand up in a gesture reminiscent to a hand gun, popping her ringed thumb like a hammer as she winked then turned and walked off alone.
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Post by Charles Gunn on Nov 10, 2004 7:51:27 GMT -5
Gunn smirked albeit not particulary the right circumstance. "Good point." he nodded as he watched the woman. Was she another vamp like Angel. His wondering was answered by his mention to Sunnydale. "A slayer, huh. What does he have some kind of get away staked free card?" he shook his head somewhat amused. "What other reason would I have to be out in the rain?" It was a rhetorical question and he didn't wait for a response. "I haven't seen them but I can tell you that something real weird is going on." They began to make his way back to the mausoleum without his knowledge. "I just lost five of my friends in there." He turned eyeing Faith curiously. She had first come across as this tough slayer chick but all of a sudden there was a hint of fear in her. Did she know about what had just went down. It was this thought that made him a bit apprehensive to tell Angel about what had just happened to him. He rotated his arm and was relieved that the pain in his should was subsiding. He watched as the woman began to walk off and then eyed Angel with a raised brow. "You sure know how to pick em. What was that all about? Sorry to ruin your date, btw."
His eyes looked towards the mausoleum once again. "What do you know about this place?" He figured for a sarcastic comment and continued his explanation. "There is a secret passage and a set of underground tunnels down there. I just lost four of my friends but here is the thing..." He explained the scene to the vampire. He told him of people had been dissapearing around here and how they followed a mysterious figure into the tomb and then split up before three of his friends went up missing with the last being Joe running off only to attack him later being turned to a vampire. "What I find strange is that if the others had been turned I wouldn't have stood a chance if they had attacked me at once. Not to mention the fact that I never caught up with the figure that brought us there in the first place. Something doesn't add up, it was almost as if they were too busy to make sure I was dead. Something is going on down there and I figured you may be interested." He hated asking the vampire for help but even he was smart enough to know when he was outgunned.
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Angel
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You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
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Post by Angel on Nov 11, 2004 16:58:13 GMT -5
Is eyes watched Faith as she walked mad introductions then stopped grabbing his arm. Turning the vampire looked towards her “Leaving so soon Faith…and here I thought you wanted to spend some quality time with me. Without trying to plunge a stake into my heart.” Would he see her around, she could count on it. Shaking his head some he turned back towards Gunn “You could say something like that. I haven’t figured out what’s going on with her yet…but something is defiantly up.”<br> He looked back after watching Faith walk away “It’s no problem.” Then he paused and corrected his Vampire hunting friend “It wasn’t a date…” he scowled some and kept walking his long trench coat moving. As Gunn explained everything that happened and the men he lost, Angel shifted again. Yes something was going on and he needed to find out what, turning some he motioned. “Doyle had a vision earlier…vampire activity. But now I’m wondering if that was only the beginning. We need to find him and Cordy, just listen for the sounds of a whiney woman complaining about ruined clothing, then we’ll find them.”<br> Angel started walking away from the mausoleum around the gravestone and down the pathway. He knew Gunn was good at what he did, and if there was something bigger, Doyle would have been his best bet for an answer. Or Faith, maybe that’s why she was here, why she left as they got closer to the mausoleum. His mind went over everything before hearing the voice of Gunn calling from behind him as he caught up.
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Faith
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"Dude, you just saved a puppy..."
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Post by Faith on Nov 13, 2004 21:57:04 GMT -5
~ Defunct the strings of cemetery things, with one flat foot on the devil's wing… ...blood on her skin, dripping with sin, do it again Living Dead Girl ~ Faith walked down the rain coated streets, her pants shimmering along with the sheen of asphalt. The thick treads of her boots splashed at puddles, kicking at loose gravel and her slayer senses heard it all. Eventually all roads lead home, with Bellevue Street and her dilapidated shit hole that served as her residence coming to her. It pissed her off that their roles were so diametrically opposed- Buffy with her circle of loyal friends, and a watcher who wasn’t such a big fucking disappointment. What options did she have? Give up the Slayer life; give up the half-ass friends for a diabolical brooding existence; go live in a decrepit sorry excuse for a house in a toxic waste part of L.A. and have to come home to this- someone was inside. She could almost hear them breathing - she moved to investigate. The green mold encrusted door swung open on its remaining hinge with an angry scream. The defunct existence the rogue Slayer had allowed encroach on her life seemed all too fitting in this setting. Much like Angel in his basement slash fortress of solitude she, too was alone and on a personal crusade– pay back. Not many girls know what their life is worth. Faith did. The firm made it pretty clear. Fifteen grand… that’s what they were willing to cough up for her services. Not much for such a high-profile law firm. The rational part of her mind knew it was a pathetic offer. Lucky for Wolfram & Hart she had her own agenda to keep; otherwise she would have reached into Lindsey’s chest, ripped his still beating heart out of his chest and shown it to him so he could see how black it was before he died. The floorboards creaked and groaned as her weight was distributed across what used to serve as the house’s foyer. Brown eyes glanced to the stairs then quickly dismissed the idea. No one should be foolish enough to attempt that suicide run. She caught the shadowed movement of a cargo panted leg near the kitchen and with near silent cat-like grace she ran toward the vestibule. Naturally her target expected her; he was ready with a gun. He never expected the blow to the throat and face by her boots as she launched herself up to the chin-up bar and swung herself horizontally though the upper half of doorway with a lethal trajectory. The crunch of windpipe under her knee as she landed atop him made her stomach churn. If he wasn’t dead or dying she was sure he was wishing for it. Breathing hard Faith pushed off of him and turned away, swallowing back the bile that had risen to her throat. Was this what life was to become now? Who was this person and why did he know where she was ‘living’ and who sent him? Her mind didn’t have much time to fathom any further questions as the plate glass sliding door was smashed inward. Half a dozen similarly dressed men were suddenly all around her. Each had military cropped hair, black fatigues, and an assortment of riot gear strapped to their hips or in their gloved hands. Faith pivoted, kicking the baton from one man’s fist then grabbing it up before it landed. She spun to the side with the stick in tow, bashing the forehead of the next man foolish enough to try and take her. A fist skimmed off her jaw and barely fazed her. She whirled on the man who had punched her, raising an elbow and jamming it back into the face of another who came at her from the front room. She rammed her knee into the groin of the man before her and caught him in a headlock as he doubled over. She flipped him over her shoulder and into the first man who was holding onto the edge of the sink for support. They both crashed through the ancient porcelain and didn’t move. Faith’s boots ground the fragments into dust as she moved to check her handy work. She felt a sharp sting in the side of her neck and she stopped, reaching up to feel a tranquilizer dart protruding from her skin. She pulled it out and threw it down, whirling to search out the one who had shot her. Two more darts followed the first and she finally saw the shooter, standing in the frame of the shattered glass door. Growling, Faith started for him and suddenly fell to her knees, the world tilting crazily. The second wave of men came in and surrounded her, pulling her to her feet. “Get off of me! I won’t go back there! You can’t make me go back there! Get your fucking hands off me!” she screamed, not knowing it wasn’t the Watchers’ Council. She would have been lucky if it was. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker until she no longer moved. The men who hauled her limp body from the house were from Wolfram and Hart. Per usual, Faith had managed to start a shit storm, although this time it wasn’t intended. She had no idea what she had triggered.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Nov 17, 2004 0:11:25 GMT -5
Willow pursed her lips slightly as Cordelia came up after the realization of who was standing there. Same old Cordy. The young witch hadn't half expected her to even remember. Well, she couldn't give her full credit. She remembered bad style. Typical. With a small sigh she gave a nod of her head.
"Well, I guess time changes you some."
Green eyes turned towards the man she'd pointed to and Willow gave a small nod before the self centered Cordelia continued on with her own rants. All about herself of course. It was Cordelia after all. Some things just didn't change. In a way it made her smile. That no matter what could have happened in her life some things stayed constant, and she was one of them. There wasn't too much word after the 'Scooby Gang' and the small break out. Of course they were all still fighting against the battles of evil. Maybe she more than others. Only because she'd had a taste of it. A taste of that darkness. And dark was dark. She'd been there.
"Erm, well actually I hadn't heard any of that. I don't really keep up with that sort of news. But, good job. I think. I-I just came back from England...and needed some more time...awa-uh to explore. See the world. You know. Angel huh. Oh. No, no exactly.I could just, get a motel..."
That was one thing for the red haired witch, she was never one for lying. And when she had too, sometimes they didn't come out that well. But half heartedly she knew Cordelia would probably have missed half of what she'd said. It was part of how she grew up. The whole being ignored aspect of life. She'd learned by now how to deal with it. Shifting her weight her eyes glanced back over as Cordy started at Doyle.
Yup. Same old Cordelia. But then something was going on. Something Willow wasn't sure about. Shifting she stepped forwards and that's when Doyle went into it. She watched as he dropped to his knees still trying to support the mud covered girl. She moved forwards on instinct and put a hand on his shoulder as he came back around.
"Are, are you all right? Maybe I co-could help you know...Well I don't know if I can, but maybe I can. I a witch...so."
But she stopped, she'd been rambling. It was something she was often known for, especially around guys. She'd done it all the time through high school. High school memories, the whole gang, how it used to be. Her face turned away, red hair now slicked with the damp of rain. Life wasn't so simple now, not for her. Maybe not for any of them...
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Allen Francis Doyle
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"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
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Post by Allen Francis Doyle on Nov 17, 2004 22:17:31 GMT -5
“Motel room? – Is this something I’d want to remember for videotaping?” Doyle cracked the typical male response to the idea of two girls sharing a room. “And should I be expecting pillow fights and start prepping for a panty raid?”<br>His hand made contact with the cold fingertips of Willow Rosenberg and as he leaned back against the stone wall his tone lost its sense of humor. “Look, if you’re a friend of Cordelia’s then you have a place to stay, even if that place ends up being with this here homely looking mug.”<br>His teeth drew in a slight whistle as his eyebrows wiggled. It was hard not to immediately like Doyle off the bat. He was a people person and he had a way about him that made it seem as though you’d known him for years. Perhaps it was the Irish accent and as Cordy put it – ‘a taste in clothes like a Greek Tragedy’- that set people at ease. Whatever the case, even after the unusual event of him just getting a vision from the Powers That Be, he was a charming feller.
He could hear voices in the distance and as the two figures neared they parted the rain like a curtain and the sky began to clear. “Always one to make an entrance, eh Angel?” the question was obviously rhetorical. Despite the pain that still lingered in his head, he looked up to the redheaded witch. His grin became lopsided and he shook his head, holding up a hand. “I think I’ll have it covered shortly after a trip to the pub ‘peaches’, but till then here’s to ya.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and drew out a flask tipping it up in a salute before downing a hefty dose. Standing with a groan the half-demon called out to Angel and Gunn. “You boys mind doing a bit of lifting for your old pal Doyle? I think its best we get this girl somewhere safe after what I’ve just been privy to see.”<br> ~~
After the motley crew had regrouped back at the basement offices of Angel Investigations Doyle cracked the seal on a bottle of Johnnie Walker, poured himself a few inches and then began to unravel what he’d seen. “Whatever it was it I got the sense that it was hungry. He definitely ranked up there on my weird shit-o-meter I can tell ya that. Big…” his fingers splayed out before his mouth, “massive teeth and" his hands moved to behind his head and his digits spanned wide like a collar,” he had these barbed… things flying off the back of his head.” Doyle paused to take a long drink from the glass, seemingly unaffected by the amount of straight alcohol he was downing. “I didn’t get a bead on a location Angel, it was moving too fast. Just a feeling that it was going to show it’s face soon ya know? #nosmileys
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Angel
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You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
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Post by Angel on Nov 17, 2004 23:04:43 GMT -5
Angel continued walking through the rain, cold and wet soggy graveyard with Gunn following close behind. There was some movement and voices and he turned back talking to Gunn “ I think were getting towards the Wilshire end of the graveyard. But I’d still be on your guard.” His hand held up signaling to slow down as he rounded the corner, Doyle’s voice lifted out “Seems like it…” he retorted before looking over the girl lying on the ground. “What the hell happened?” his eyes turned up looking towards Doyle who was otherwise distracted.
Gaze turned to look where the half-demon visionary was looking and he stopped in his tracks. “Willow?” it seemed like for Angel at least it was a night for reunions. But he’d get her story later. Brows narrowed some as he heard Cordelia rambling on about the girl ruining her outfit than he looked back at Doyle. Shifting he hoisted the girl off the ground and against his chest along with Doyle’s jacket that was still around.
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It was a short while before they made it back and Angel found a place on the cluttered ratty sofa to lie Fred on, removing one of his own jackets from the closet to be placed over her as well. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” arms crossed and he leaned against the wall as Doyle went into it, with hand gestures trying to make it look like the demon. Pacing Angel moved looking over the soaked crew with that brooding, ‘I’m thinking about what were going to do’ look on his face. “It’s alright Doyle…I have a feeling that the beginning of the night was the least of our worries. Besides, we’ll need to find out how she fits into all of this. When she wakes up of course.” Turning he glanced at Doyle, who’d taken a set next to Willow. Angel wasn’t quite sure what to say, two faces of Sunnydale he didn’t think he’d see in sometime. Faith maybe but not Willow, then again he’d lost most of his contact from Sunnydale. His biggest question was how did she come across them. “ What are you doing in LA, Willow…I see you’ve met Doyle, and of course you know Cordelia. Maybe I’m just supposed to see faces of my past tonight. Do you have a place to stay?” Both Cordelia and Doyle looked up to him, Cordelia with a look of ‘Duh’ and Doyle with the ‘Give me a chance’ look to him. “What?” how was he supposed to know they’d both already offered.
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Lindsey McDonald
Threat
My firm may not want you dead? but Im cool with it.
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Post by Lindsey McDonald on Nov 18, 2004 19:59:05 GMT -5
~Earlier~ Cracking his knuckles, Lindsey sat patiently behind the desk. This was going to be an unusual week. He had a client wanting his beast from another dimension, and he had his rogue slayer causing portals to open left and right. However, he must note, that without his rogue slayer, this beast wouldn’t have been here.
The phone rang twice, eyes slowly glanced over it before picking the receiver up. “Lindsey McDonald, how can I help you?” His hand scribbled on a piece of paper as he received the news. Well, it was good that Ms. Faith opened the portal where she did, otherwise he’d have one dead Sammael on his hands and an angry client to answer to. “So, you are sure that Angel was there where the drop was supposed to happen?” Confirmed he snorted and slammed the phone down.
Great, the creature was on the loose. Where did she do the ceremony. He slammed his fist on the desk, thinking before calling in a team to get her.
~Present~ He saw her limp body being pulled into the building through the back. Interesting, he wondered how many sedatives were used, and how many times they had to re-sedate her. His smirk was cunning and amused as he sat awaiting their arrival.
His door swung open. She was still limp as they dragged her in. “We lost four men thanks to her, sir. We had to sedate her every five minutes, three darts at a time. I don’t know what she is, but my team could use someone like her.” Lindsey nodded some before shooing them away with his hand, his eyes intent on the woman before him.
She would awaken soon. He knew that. Every five minutes though, that would leave her a bit doped out. Pressing the intercom, he called his secretary to come in. “Get Faith a cup of coffee, black… she’s going to need it.”
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Nov 18, 2004 20:33:48 GMT -5
“Video taping? What sleepovers were you sneaking around? Mine were never that fun. Well maybe once, or twice.”<br> Thin lips formed a smile as Doyle looked up towards her, offering his place as well. Though she could feel Cordelia staring. She probably never forgot the ‘We hate Cordelia Chase’ club she’d had in high school. But Willow Rosenberg wasn’t the same girl she was in high school. Hand moved placing open palm against Doyle’s cheek.
“That’s nice of you. I mean it’s sweet. And your not that homely looking. Trust me I’ve seen worse. Much worse. I mean. Not that I’m saying your bad. Not bad in the ‘Grr, I’m evil bad’…I’m just going to stop. I-um.”<br> The quirky witch shifted making a funny little face, crinkling her nose as eyebrows arched. He seemed a nice enough guy. Easy to be around. It put the nervous wiccan to ease then she looked up. There standing in the brooding way no one could ever forget was Angel. Standing as well she wiggled her fingers his direction.
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Brows arched softly as Doyle retold what he’d experienced. Including trying to mimic the looks of the beast. Willow hadn’t met anyone who had visions before. It seemed Angel was doing alright for himself after leaving Sunnydale. He had his Angel Investigations. It reminded her of the Scooby Gang. Shifting hands clasped together in her lap. When the half-demon was finished she looked back over to him with one of her lopsided little grins. Angel’s voice however made her turn back up.
“What I can’t travel? I-I uhm just wanted to get away from Sunnydale for a little while, since were all out of high school now, it’s not the same you know? And you left, and Cordy left. I left. Giles left, Buffy…”
She stopped talking after she said her name then tucked a strand of drying wet hair behind her ear. Nodding she looked back up to Angel.
“Oh, yeah. Both Cordelia and Doyle offered me a place to stay. But, I wouldn’t want to impose or anything…especially when this is Los Angeles. Right, plenty of cheep motels I could stay in. Besides who knows how long I’ll be here. I donno, maybe the PTB had me see Cordy out there you think?”<br> Even with everything she’d been through, there were still bits of her that were very Willow. That quirky, almost nerd charm that made her cute. Sometimes a little naive, but a loveable type of person. Maybe that’s why Xander was able to get through to her, because he knew deep down under the hurt she was still just Willow…<br>
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