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 Mar 1, 2005 23:16:31 GMT -5
“Well, Fred, welcome back…” he smiled trying to gain the girls trust, as well as keeping her calm. He kept her slender hand in his as she stood explaining that she didn't remember much, he only nodded, who knew what kind of experiences she had been through. “No more running, no more hiding, your safe here with all of us. I won't let anything happen to you. You have my word.”<br> Then it was time, time they went and saw Lorne, find out whatever more they could about Winifred Burkle, as her drivers license had stated. It was old and expired from looking and it and he handed it back as they entered the safe haven. He stayed close by her side, not sure how she might react. Espcially in a place like this full of half and full demons and the like.
“I'll be with you the whole time, ok?” He commented down to her before Doyle did what he did best, start to joke and lighten the situation. “The only time you get a drink from me is when your spouting of visions.” But his protest would likely go unheard as the Half-demon got a table for the lot of them and ordered. “Fred, do you remember how to sing?”<br> He pulled out the chair for her and sat in the one next to it, his eyes looking towards the stage where the yellow demon guy was singing before Lorne came up from the shadows of the stage to end of the song.
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Lorne
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Love the coat. It's all about the coat.
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Post by Lorne on Mar 1, 2005 23:40:17 GMT -5
Green hand smoothed down the collar of his white suit jacket, with a bright red button down underneath, he was one for style. Well a skewed form of it any way. He was an entertainer so it only made sense that his clothing would be just as colorful as he was in more ways than one. Thin lips pressed together as he listened to the bad singing, it was something he put up with regularly. Sing brought out levels of the soul and destiny, it was part of the gig.
So this place was set up for that purpose, as well as a safe haven for demons and humans alike. Where everyone could feel safe, or try and hide from the world or those who would harm them. From the corner of his red eyes he saw a familiar group making their way in, mingling with the crowd to get a table. When Angel and Co showed up here, it was more than just a friendly visit.
Finally the song was over and he made his way back up on the stage, holding a microphone. “Let's give Borg here a big round of applause, He's bright enough to be the sun am I right?” he gave a bit of a laugh as he hit the other demon on the shoulder as he headed down the stairs. Usually he would tell some jokes or sing his own number, but he wanted to know what Angel was here for so he brought up the next singer, a woman who key was two octaves to high for herself, and the song of “I say a little prayer for you.” He was ready to say a prayer for her singing. Turning off the mic he made his way down towards the table Angel and crew had taken up. They had two new faces with them, two women and his brows arched.
“Well, well, well...If it isn't my broody buddy Angel. Something tells me your not here to encore your performance of Barry.” He pulled a chair from and empty table and started bringing it over so he could talk with them. “Seem to be multiplying in numbers don't we?”
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Cordelia Chase
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Stranger things have happened. No... wait... they really haven't.
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Post by Cordelia Chase on Mar 2, 2005 22:13:17 GMT -5
“We’re going out?” Cordelia asked, peering at the group gathered around the couch. “I can’t go out looking like this!” Four faces turned toward her and she gestured at Fred. “Well, she can’t go out looking like that, that’s for sure. We can’t very well re-introduce her to society when she looks like Queen Mud Lady.”<br> “What are you proposin’ we do then, Cordy?” Doyle asked, an amused smirk on his face.
“Give me half an hour and I’ll have her primped up and ready to go,” Cordy said, walking over to Fred. Her eyebrows came together in a thoughtful frown and she bit her lower lip. “Make that an hour.” She extended her hand to Fred, who accepted it and Cordelia gave a bit of a start when she realized how fragile the other woman’s grip was.
“Will I have to wash in a river?” Fred asked, her voice tentative.
Cordelia smiled, feeling a genuine warmth toward the stranger. No more was she the judgemental Cordelia Chase Angel had once known. Now she was a new person, more willing to take care of those who were less fortunate and had less taste in clothes. Cordy did a mental forehead slap as Angel draped his jacket around Fred’s shoulders. “I think I’ve got some clothes and shoes that’ll fit you.” Cordelia flashed her a friendly smile. “And then you’ll be all ready for a night on the town!”<br>
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Tommy Flynn Doyle
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"Alright, one of us has been drinkin' and I'm sad to say, it isn't me."
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Post by Tommy Flynn Doyle on Mar 9, 2005 12:50:52 GMT -5
Doyle had hunckered down next to his tall glass of brain-numbing Wild Turkey when he noticed a familiar face at the door. The lanky figure was just leaning there in the archway, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye; As if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Will you all excuse me for a moment,” as casually as he could manage it the half-demon made an excuse to leave and walked toward the vestibule, following the shadow of a man that vanished around the corner.
Out on the street the din of traffic masked the raised voice of the Irish quarrel. “Tommy, you’ve got some nerve showing up like this.”<br>"You know it wouldn’t kill you to at least pretend you’re happy to see me when I visit Francis. I’m after a drink, but I don’t suppose you’re buying tonight.”<br>“First smart thing you’ve said all night. Does Ma know you’re here?”<br>“Course not, when I heard you were back in the states I just had to come and see for myself. And don’t you look the dapper.”<br>“Cut the apple shining and get down to it. How much?”<br>“Francis, is that all you think of me? You know if Sean was still-”<br> With that the slightly taller of the Doyle brothers sent his fist flying. The punch landed solidly across his baby brother’s face, breaking his nose. Doyle felt the cut of Tommy’s teeth into his knuckles and although he never really was the fighter of the family tonight the youngest of the clan had gone a step too far. “How much?”<br>Tommy hit the pavement, his nose already gushing blood. “Jesus Francis, if I wasn’t already half bollixed I’d think you really meant that... And for once will you believe me when I tell you that I'm not here to ask to borrow any money?”<br>“For now I'll give you the benefit... You deserved that, you know that right.”<br>“Yeah…” Tommy reached up grabbing his brother at the forearm as he stood. “Come on let’s get inside the boozer so I can let you buy me a pint of Black Stuff.”<br>#nosmileys#nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Mar 11, 2005 1:54:09 GMT -5
Willow had watched everything silently. Helping of course where she could and when she could. Angel seemed to have things under control. He’d changed some since she’d known him in Sunnydale. However Cordy, had not. Even when they were all trying to get ready to go see this, ‘Host’ the fashionable brunette was trying to dress up the poor girl. The redheaded wiccan looked over towards the stirring girl on the couch. She wondered just how much she’d been through.
Poor thing. She really did look a mess. So there was a brief moment, they waited. At least Fred looked more cleaned up. And the group traveled to the club. Brows arched as they headed down the stairs. “What is this place?”<br>“Call it a safe haven, for demons and humans alike.”<br>This statement from Angel only caused her eyebrows to raise more. Who would have thought in Los Angeles there would be a place like this. Well, then again, it was L.A.
Nose wrinkled as she made a face. Karaoke? Sounded like a dying cow. Shaking her head Willow moved, trying not to make any eye contact with those watching them. Though she doubted anything would happen, still she was weary. Sitting down at the table lips pursed. It was an interesting place. However her attentions were brought forwards when the green demon came to their table, pulling up a chair. But, Doyle, the fairly attractive man who’d joke earlier with her stood up. Like something wasn’t right, and then exited. The quirky witch glanced over to the vampire across from her before back towards the exit…<br>
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Tommy Flynn Doyle
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"Alright, one of us has been drinkin' and I'm sad to say, it isn't me."
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Post by Tommy Flynn Doyle on Mar 11, 2005 11:56:53 GMT -5
In honesty, the littlest brother of the Doyle clan didn't know how to start the story he was about to tell his older brother. Entering the pub he heaved a sigh before Doyle shoved him into a booth.
"Private time, eh? Now we have it. Spill it, Tommy." Doyle's eyes scanned his younger brother, but surely there was anger in his tone of voice.
Tommy suddenly felt as if he should clam up-but no, he was a man now. "Well... we have good news, and bad news..." A brow arched slightly. "And we have news that falls into both catagories cause I still dun know how I feel.... so pick you're news."
He hoped to god Doyle wanted the good news first, but like all of Tommy's luck, it didn't work that way. "I wan' the bad news, Tommy." Doyle's face was firm with his little brother, anger and shock still overcoming his features.
Tommy couldn't pour that information out, not yet at least... so he did what all little brothers do-he played the 'hear what i want' card. "Right, the good news... Well Francis, you're a brother-in-law!" He grinned some. "I shacked her up in a motel 6 down the street. She's anxious to meet you. Mum likes her... though I think she likes her more than me right now." He shrugged slightly.
In an instant the hand of his brother was grasping the collar of his shirt, and almost choking down Tommy to his height. "You got MARRIED?..." He smacked Tommy with his free hand before pulling him closer. "I said that I wanted the bad news Tommy... give me the bad news... NOW."
Tommy gulped slightly. "IRA, Francis, the IRA is after my hide... but I don't need money, I swear... just it's getting harder. Casi, she's pregnant..." before he could finish the word pregnant, a hand slapped him over the back of the head.
"You're fuckin' half demon, and you knocked some gal up!! Are you insane?" Tommy blinked and hung his head, Doyle just sat there before pushing away the collar he held his brother by. "Go on.."
"With twins.... and she's getting angrier. I think the baby's corrupting her. She's almost killed most of the hotel managers we've been to... and she has no remorse anymore... just wants the kids to be healthy and good." Tommy gulped. Doyle felt there was something he wasn't telling him, and his eyes gave him the 'go on' stare. "Well... she wasn't that bad earlier, I mean, she was a quarter demon, but she held it well, anger intact and everythin'... then they came into the picture... and well... let's just say you wouldn't think her only a quarter." Tommy hung his head some.
Doyle groaned and crossed his arms, leaning into the booth with a face of shear anger. How could his brother put his entire family on the line for one quick shag?
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Marquinn Doe
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There is no use hiding when it is you I see and feel.
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Post by Marquinn Doe on Mar 12, 2005 11:11:59 GMT -5
Marquinn was nervous. Alot was happening in a short span of time that she didn't like. Alot was in her mind. She could hear them all, see them all, she wanted them all to just go the heck away. They screamed Evil! Help them! They're Coming! They're Here! Stop It! Hurry! It Hurts!she couldn't keep them all down. Something bad was going to happen.
Marquinn moved slowly through the door way, this place was a safe haven for demons, humans, vampires and everyone alike. Marquinn needed that right now, needed something to keep her mind in track. She slowly made her way to the bar, but she did not look the healthiest. She was paler than usual and the whites of her eyes were very bloodshot, creating the illusion even more that many people mistaked, that she was blind. Her blue tresses were messed up, trangly and unkept, and her clothes reflected just that. She was tired, exhausted but she could not sleep, not now, not ever. She was afraid, and she knew it. Her wide eyes stared around the place, green demons, red ones and blue all gathered in one unifying area. Many were regulars, Marquinn was not. She had never been to this place, but she had heard of it.
The Keep came to her and put his hand on the counter which startled her and made her jump and snap around. "Anything you want darling?" the demon stared at her and she stared right back at him as if in horror. Shaking her head slowly she gulped a bit and he gave her an odd look before moving on. Closing her eyes slowly the sounds of the public, laughs, horrid singing, it was all working. That was until she opened them up and a ghastly sight sat beside her, something only she was able to see. It reached for her with its cold hand and she moved back so quickly that the stool fell over and hit the floor with a loud bang. Obviously only audible to the patrons close to her or those with heightened hearing. " Leave me alone!" men and women looked at her with the oddest of expressions as to them she was talking to no one. " Go away...just go away!" her fists were slowly clenching, she was tired of it, she was tired of it all. She wanted this over with. She wanted this done with, she would find what the reason for all this was, and she would kill whomever was responsible, and nothing would stand in her way.
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Post by Casidhe Brennan-Doyle on Mar 13, 2005 0:32:25 GMT -5
Sitting in the Motel 6, the woman known as Casidhe, found her knee continuously bouncing, as she waited for her new husband. She had been married for a whole 72hours, and this was the first night they are staying somewhere. "Thomas Flynn Doyle, you better hurry yer arse up..." she seemed to growl to herself.
Eyes that change with her mood, which were a blue/green, stared out towards the sky. She was finishing the second trimester of her pregnancy and well, lets just say she was restless and antsy. "I need air..." the children within her stomach seemed to punch as if in agreement and announcing their hunger. "Yes, children, I feel that as well. I am starving."
Pulling herself out, her large stomach seemed to protrude from underneath her small shirt. Putting a long sweater robe on, she pulled her purse free of the corner it was shoved in and huffed slightly with a kick from the child within her. "Damnit..."
Exiting the room, she slammed the door shut and huffed off.
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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 Mar 16, 2005 23:59:27 GMT -5
“Would you mind keeping that whole half-demon thing in the dark when you’re talking about me Tommy, I haven’t yet broken the news to the group and I don’t think I’m quite ready to?” He leaned back against the cushion of the booth and allowed all that his brother spoke of sink in. When the waitress arrived with their pints and shots, he quickly took his and ordered another, “make the next one a double,” he added. Clearing his throat he leaned his elbows against the table and then finally spoke.
“Alright, so if I’m hearing you right you say that the IRA is after your hide, you have a girl, who mind you I’ve never met, pregnant… a girl I might add has a bit of the demon in her already, and now you’re telling me its twins? Ach brother! If I didn’t already know you were too daft to lie to me I’d say this was a load of shite! But seeing as you’ve come all this way and I can see it in our eyes I know it to be true.”
He gripped his pint taking a long series of swallows that almost looked painful. “So, what do you think coming here and spilling all this on my lap is going to do for you Tommy? You mentioned Sean would have reacted different if he were in my shoes so what? What is it that I can do for you, because at the moment I’m failing to see what you’re after?”
His eyes warily glanced toward the table housing the Angel Investigations team then back to his reckless brother. Then just as he was about to say more pain ripped though his head like a lance, and again he was flooded with images of the violent sort. Teeth grit, the butt of his hand applied pressure to the side of his brow and for a few moments he was consumed with simply enduring the ‘gift’ from the powers that be. #nosmileys
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Faith
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"Dude, you just saved a puppy..."
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Post by Faith on Mar 17, 2005 0:26:21 GMT -5
“Fucking lawyers…” she mumbled as she hoofed it out of the main building of Wolfram & Hart. Faith was nonplused with the idea of doing these suits a favor, and very much not in the mood to go playing clean-up girl. But a job was a job and this was just the bullshit that came with being a new player in town. She retraced her steps back to the graveyard, glad that the rain had stopped. It didn’t take her long to find the beasties point of origin, the smashed in mausoleum was kind of a big clue. After that it was simply a matter of grunt work. Plucking a few pieces of mucus coated grasses from the sodden earth she smelled them. The reek was unmistakable. Whatever this thing was it wasn’t in the slightest bit human, she was guessing that it wasn’t even from this dimension from the size of it, or at least the destruction it had caused on the solid marble and granite structure.
It took over two hours of back tracking and near constant movement for her to finally narrow it down. The museum it had broken into was very much closed for the night, and she half wondered what it was doing in a place like this… what had drawn it to this location. She followed its path though the net iron bars and broken in glass of the east side entrance. Silent as the grave she strafed hallway after hallway looking for where it could be possibly hiding. Every shadow seemed to leap out at her, to move or appear like a crouched ‘thing’ in the dark with its back arched and ready to strike. Faith had no idea what she was up against, but whatever it was it was strong enough to tear wrought iron bars from the window and tear the armory – of which she was currently passing though – into a cacophony of destruction.
Turning quickly to a sound at her left Faith tripped over the lower half of a man’s leg. It had been literally torn from the knee, the muscle hanging from the exposed bone in meaty strips of fleshy tissue. Gutturally her mouth had emitted a small gasp of surprise and that was all the beastie needed. It let go of the suit of armor it had been clinging to and landed directly before the surprised Slayer. It grinned. By god it grinned; revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth, perfect for tearing flesh from bone. “Woah dude… have you considered a breath mint?” she quipped before lunging to her left and avoiding a clawed swing toward her face.
Rolling though a half coagulated puddle of blood Faith came to a crouch adjacent the large suit of arms. With a twist of her form she swung her leg about in a sweeping motion, kicking it from its stand and sending it sailing straight toward the head of the huge beast. It struck the thing square in the eyes, sending the ax straight into the front of its skull. It fell to the ground with a groan. “And here I thought you were going to be a challenge…” Faith walked toward the fallen creature dusting her hands off. “…I haven’t even broken a sweat. And already you’re down for the count.”<br>Just then it stirred, hefting the suit and ripping the ax point from the center of his skull with a sickening crack. “Okay, new plan…”Faith joked her brown eyes wide with surprise.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Apr 1, 2005 2:33:53 GMT -5
Slender brows arched upwards, between conversation with this, green Kermit-the-Frog, horned demon and the Vampire, turned Protector-of-Innocents. Nose crinkled again. Needless to say the witch felt almost a little out of place. Not that she didn’t like the group. It just wasn’t the old Scooby Gang crew. Cordy was still Cordy. Angel was still Mr. Broody. But, Willow. Willow had changed. She knew it and there wasn’t any denying it. If wanting to destroy the world wasn’t going off the deep end. The red head didn’t know what was.
Though sometimes she’d wished it was like the old days. Sunnydale days. Solving mysteries. Using her quirkyness to become friends with, Buffy and Oz, and Xander. It had been too long since she’d seen them. Too long since she’d seen anyone. In any shape, size or form. Green orbs looked around the club, she hadn’t seen Doyle return. Leaning over the table some she tried to get Angel’s attentions. “I’ll be right back…Gonna get some air.”<br> Pushing away from the table the wiccan squeezed her way behind a burly looking fellow. That made her think twice about walking some dark street alone. The guy could have crushed her just sitting on her. Head shook as she made it to the exit pushing past another demon, nearly clocking Doyle in the process. But it seemed as though he was having his own problems. “Doyle…oh.”<br>The witch reacted and reached up to steady him or hold him up. Not that she figured she could hold him up long. But if he fell, she’d make for a bit of a softer landing. “Are you all right? Should I get Angel, or help you.”<br>Body pressed up against him as he wobbled and tried to steady him. Noticing the wince and the grit of teeth, while his hands went to his head. Something was up. Of course, she didn’t know Doyle was a half demon who received visions. For now she just tried to do what she could, and that was with some effort keeping him from a full collapse…<br>
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Fred
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I know what it's like to be squirrelly and a freak.
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Post by Fred on Apr 27, 2005 22:34:05 GMT -5
Fred peered uncertainly at herself in the floor length mirror in Cordelia’s bedroom. Her hair was freshly washed for the first time in ages and they had spent twenty minutes de-tangling it and cutting it where it couldn’t be saved. She was wearing a dress that should have hugged the body she once had, but now it hung on her. It was the only thing Cordelia could find that remotely fit her.
“I need to put some weight on,” Fred remarked, tugging on the dress. Self-consciousness was something old, familiar and she didn’t like the feeling.
Cordy peered over her shoulder at the reflection and gave her a sympathetic look. “No Taco Bell in…where were you?”<br> Fred turned and gave Cordelia a small smile. “There were these things called Kalla berries and I used to use them to sweeten up the crug-grain and thistles, which I called oatmeal. Just to make myself believe that what I was eating was real food and not some garbage or castaways from those awful people…” She trailed off and turned away from Cordelia, a flush of anger fading from her pale face. “The way they treated us, the humans who were unfortunate enough to be sucked through portals, it was awful. They called us cows and they put these things around our necks to keep us- to keep us…” She frowned and turned back to Cordy.
“Sometimes, I think I was born there. I-I mean, not really. I j-just... some-sometimes I think I was. I mean, I don't think it was my thought. I forget certain words and…” Fred raised her hands in a helpless gesture and looked down at her feet, a positively miserable look on her face. “I just wish I could be what I was and I don’t remember all that much what it used to be.”<br> Cordy stepped forward and hugged the painfully thin girl. She wasn’t much for physical contact with strangers- in fact, she abhorred it. But it was something that she knew she should do, feeling the girl’s pain, misery and confusion. As she held Fred, Cordelia began to wonder if she wasn’t becoming empathic, a thought that was both absurd and not too far fetched. Sometimes, picking up things like that was a hazard of the job.
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Marquinn Doe
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There is no use hiding when it is you I see and feel.
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Post by Marquinn Doe on Aug 27, 2005 21:56:07 GMT -5
She left the damned club. Nothing there no, it wasn't here the cause of it all. Something out there was, something dark, evil and not meant for this world. Something that they told her must be disposed of. Her head hurt now, they screamed at her so much. Why couldn't they just leave them alone? Maybe because this was her curse. And only she could bare it.
Slowly moving along the side walk, step by step it was agonizing. People watched her and stared as she spoke under her breath. "I do as you wish." it was like she was having a complete conversation with only herself. The problem was, the other side couldn't be heard. "It will be done I promise." She went on. " I know...I know what can happen if I fail." she hissed a bit. " I won't..but I can not concentrate with you here" more eyes and whispers of the Schizophrenic blind woman, poor dear. "Do not be mad. I understand." " I DO" her fists clenched. " I will not fail you..none of you. "
She stopped dead in her tracks. From the building across the way, a motel, somewhat cheap looking. A woman exited, dressed in robes. She was obviously with child. " But they are young.." Shaking her head gently she looked in some direction, to some invisible force. " But.." she protested as if almost hurt. " But she is a innocent. It is not right for her to suffer for this." bowing her head. "I understand...Innocence sometimes must be lost."
She pulled from her side something that she kept hidden all along. There a rather sharp dagger slide from its sheath. The woman was moving now towards the store or diner she was unsure. It did not matter to Marquinn. As far as she was concerned, the woman would not reach the doors either way. She moved slowly, as if a stalker to its prey. When she was up near the woman she gave her perfect moment to strick, hopefully she was unaware. A quick swipe of the blade through the air and it plunged towards her abdomen. "Siomrry" Her tongue was rather rare, and rarely known and very soft. But her words were of no effect, this thing must be disposed of.
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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 Jan 11, 2006 14:07:02 GMT -5
He could feel warm hands on his forearm, a spark of something kinetic between himself and the redheaded witch. The vision slowed and intensified, worse than it had been before. Shuddering against her, Doyle moaned out a few key words… “Big… ugly…” His hand reached out blindly, knocking over the pint glass, dark amber fluid spilling across the table, the glass rolling hollowly toward the edge. The convulsions quieted, the vision faded out of his mind’s eye, but the headache that remained screamed though him.
Without asking he grabbed his brother’s drink from his hand and swallowed it down without pause. Bloodshot eyes looked up to match glances with Willow. “I’ve found our old pal. He’s holed up in the Museum of Natural Sciences, and he’s got himself a date.” With a groan, Doyle eased out of the booth and looked from is brother to the transplant from Sunnydale. He wasn’t honestly sure where to go from here. The Powers that Be had leaned him toward the girl and the demon, but this was family…
As the trio walked toward the door, gesturing for Angel and Co. to follow, the younger of the Irishmen spoke. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lady friend here Francis?” Internally he winced. He hated that name and the life that he’d had with it. Doyle’s eyes rolled. His brother would never change. The boy was married and still his eyes strayed. With a looker like Willow he couldn’t blame him, but it didn’t stop Doyle from giving him a veiled rash of shit about it. “Willow, this is my brother Tommy… This little scrapper here is the youngest of the family, so you’ll have to forgive him. His silver-tongue has a reputation for getting him into trouble, isn’t that right Tommy?”
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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 Jan 11, 2006 16:17:34 GMT -5
“You’re looking peakish, you need to eat.” He cupped Dru’s face tenderly with his hand. He could see through her delicate translucent flesh to the blue veins beneath. They did not shudder with the light pulse of a heartbeat. Her skin was as cold as the grave. Although this was not entirely unnatural for a vampire, there were varying degrees of hunger. Dru wasn’t in too desperate a need, but he was becoming restless and they needed a few things before the sun rose. “Besides we can’t stay here, it’s too exposed. How about we find a nice mausoleum? How would that be eh love?” He picked up Miss. Edith handing the doll back to Dru, before leading her out.
The pair walked past the smoking crumpled and destroyed Nova, Spike pausing for a brief moment to lean though the broken window. He popped the tape cassette from the head unit, noting the look on Dru’s face. A scarred eyebrow quirked skyward as he rationalized. “What?! Oh sure I know that The Clash isn’t as sophisticated as say La Nausée , but I'm not leaving it, this is a first pressing...” He tucked the tape into his overcoat, reclaimed Dru’s wrist and continued walking.
As the pair sauntered the streets, the blonde haired vampire found himself feeling a little nostalgic. New York was about the closest thing he’d seen to the life he’d had in England, but this Los Angeles wasn’t far off. Perhaps here would be a good place to rekindle the old reputation. Briefly, he entertained himself with the idea of introducing the humans to the rack, the pleasant sound of their joints popping, cracking, the pleading, and later, the screams when muscle began to tear. But all of that would have to wait. Angel would need taking out first, and he was just the vampire to do it
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