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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:21 pm
Atticus tightened the bandages a bit more to make them secure and add a bit more pressure. "Thanks, little guy." he said as he made a movie to get up. It was a slow process, but he got to his feet, hunching over a little because of the pain.
"Where'd that girl run off to? I didn't get a chance to thank her either...ah well. Tell her I said thanks for the help..." he mentioned, starting to stumble/limp toward the front door.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:32 pm
Andrew started after him, gently taking the arm on the uninjured side of his body. "You're not seriously thinking of leaving are you? We have plenty of room here, you should rest for a bit." He guided him towards the hallway and downstairs, heading towards Spike's room. "If you want to watch TV or something, it's all right here. They have cable AND sattelite. If you want to eat something, you can just ask me to get or make it." He nodded at Angel when they got to the basement. "Hey, Angel. Uh, this is..." He looked at Atticus expectantly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:40 pm
"Yeah...I was actually..." Atticus mentioned, but before he could protest, he was being pulled away from the front door. "I have to get out there..." he said softly as he was taken down into the basement. Why the hell would they want him here?
Atticus looked over the man called Angel. He was almost sizing him up, but didn't make it obvious that it was.
"I'm Atticus." he said when Andrew began stuttering at the introductions. Atticus proffered his hand to shake Angel's, forgetting that it was covered with blood.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:03 am
Angel shaked Atticus's hand"I'm Angel"He pulled his hand away after a bit and looked down at it.He now had a bloody sweaty hand.'gross',he said to himself as he cleaned his handwith his sweat towel.
Angel turned back to face Andrew and Atticus.
"what brings you here?"
He said to the new guy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:16 am
"Me and Buffy picked him up at the cemetary. Literally." He relaxed his grip on Atticus. "He got stabbed. I figured he could stay in the room down here, until he gets better." Listening to himself, it didn't sound like a good reason to insist a strange man sleep with - er, sleep at the mansion, but what was done was done. "Training?" his eyes gestured at the punching bag.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:18 am
"Really, little guy, I can leave. I feel fine..." Atticus mentioned, and as he said it, he touched the bandage where the wound was to comfort it. He quickly moved his hand, trying not to make it obvious that he was still-in fact-hurting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:26 am
Andrew shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Besides, the house is so hectic right now, I don't think that some wounded care-reciever is going to make much more trouble." He was starting to like the nickname Little Guy. "Now, you need rest." Andrew was actually proud of himself. He was sounding more and more like an actual Watcher, even when faced with the presence of an adonis.
Not that would bother him. Why would it? He put his hand on Atticus' back, being careful again not to touch the wounded side. "Do you want something before I head up?" he asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:32 am
"Yeah...can you please not touch my bare back like that?" he asked as delicately as he could. It was getting a bit awkward now. This guy...keeping him from leaving this mansion...taking him into a basement. Yeah, thought it was probably all innocent, it still didn't look good.
"I'll just...be on my own now..." he mentioned as he headed for the room he was offered and shut the door, locking it behind him. This was strange. He was in a strange place...stranger people...and he didn't like it.
But he figured that it might be safer here than at his own apartment. With the clerk saying that a few unknown people were looking for him...Atticus didn't sit well with that. If it was Them then They knew where he lived, and would be back to get him. There was no way he was going to go back there...never again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:33 am
Faith and Lorne finally arrived at the nearest karioke bar, and began their night of drinking heavily. After about 10 shots of Tequila, Faith was starting to feel the effects, and finally agreed to the Karioke. She put in her request, and as they called her name, she became real serious. She walked over to the mic, and took it from the guy.
As the soft sad melody came on, Faith watched as the words appear.
It was "The Rose" by Bette Midler.
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
After the song was over, she wiped a small tear away from her face, and walked back over sitting down next to Lorne, as if she didn't just sing. The barkeep gave her another shot, and she downed it quickly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 7:04 am
Steph made it home following Lucie. She came in through the back door, making it look like she had been out back. She made a hasty disappearance to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her picture of her family.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:32 am
Lorne whooped and hollered as Faith got up and went to sing. He knew she would.
"Bette Midler? Interesting choice..." he mentioned as he took a shot of tequila while he watched her. He listened to her voice, read into her soul, her future..."...very interesting..." he added a bit sullenly as put a few bills on the table for two more shots.
When Faith came back, Lorne nodded to her with a smile, lifting his glass in a "cheers" motion, and then he drank it all in one gulp.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:02 am
Faith tilted her head back drinking the tequila. She licked her lips and smiled at Lorne.
"So tell me what you saw, Lornie-pie."
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:16 am
Lorne ignored her question, and slammed his glass on the table.
"My turn." he mentioned as he go up. He had his usual hat and shades on to cover his face.
He walked up to the small stage, grabbed the mic and requested 'Attack' to be played. That's one song he could really sing/scream to.
"I won't suffer
be broken
get tired
or wasted
surrender to nothing
or GIVE UP WHAT I
started and stopped it
from end to beginning!
A new day is coming...
AND I AM FINALLY FREE!
Runaway! Runaway!
I'll attack!
Runaway! Runaway!
Go Chase youself!
Runaway! Runaway!
Now I'll attack! I'll attack!
I'll a--WHOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
When the song finished, people looked almost stunned at Lorne's performance, and clapped as he went back to his bar seat.
"Eat your heart out, Jared Leto." he said with a smile.
((uh yeah. cute. i likey. but uh.. lorne would never in a zillion years sing that... perhaps a slow capricorn.. or an even slower beautiful lie. but lorne? attack? never. lmfao.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:23 am
Faith bounced her head lightly to the beat, hmming to the tune. She smiled when Lorne came back and chuckled at him.
"That was a pretty good song."
She checked her watch, and then handed him another shot glass.
"So, Lorne how are ya?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:34 am
"A little tipsy, but good enough to drive home." Lorne mentioned as he grabbed the shot glass and set it on the bar, not wanting to drink anymore. He was ready to leave, they had been there for a few hours.
"Alright Babes, I think it's about time we get back to the mansion..." Lorne mentioned as he stood up, grabbing Faith's hand gently to lead her to the door.
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