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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:21 am
Phoenix had left the kitchen when Buffy and the others began talking. There was an odd tension, and she was bit miffed anyway, due to the fact that THAT guy had been sleeping under the same roof as she had been. This disturbed the s**t out of her.
Heading down into the common room, she took a look around, then checked her watch. Gotta let those steaks marinate a bit longer, she thought, then throw them on the grill. The kitchen boasted an awesome stove, and she couldn't wait to use it. Before all this slayer crap, she had been deciding to go to culinary school. She wanted to be a chef. Before all this slayer crap.
Thinking of the letters she had mailed to her parents and her sisters, explaining things, her brow furrowed. They didn't get it. They couldn't. She wondered about the other girl's families. There were no parents around, and some of the girls were under 21....
Stopping that train of thought, since it was depressing, she stepped behind the bar and searched around. Under the bartop, weapons. Behind her, liquor and snacks. This place is freakin' awesome, she thought, as she pulled out a 2 foot katana and unsheathed it. This should be displayed, she considered, looking at the gorgeous scrollwork in the sheath.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:56 am
willow_r_ jelloh0530
Torca Invasion. domokun
(Incomplete) Layout of the MansionMichelle You walk in and you enter the foyer / livingroom area. If you're standing facing the room with the front door at your back, about 30 feet straight ahead is the room to the hallway.
In the livingroom, on either side, left and right, are two fireplaces. On the left are two leather recliners, on the right side bookcases and leather couches.
You enter the hallway (in front of you), which is a regular door that you open pushing away from you. The door on the right after you enter the hallway is a swinging door to a huge kitchen. In the kitchen on the left (if your back is to the door ) is the back door.
Now, in the hallway, there are about 7 doors on the left. The first one on the left leads to the basement and common room. There's a staircase as soon as you open the door. You go down, and you are in the common room. In the common room are the worlds' comfiest couches, and a huge tv, and all entertainments stuffs, and of course the fireplace. All along the length of the right wall is a bar.
About bout half way through the house, is another door, leading to a smaller spiral staircase to Spike's room. The upstairs is undone. thought i would mention that there is a rule about no SIGNATURES in the rp, and that things people say or think should be colored, but the rest should be black. and some font colors are too hard to read, but you can type in another color if you're tired of using them. here is a list. HIGHLIGHT TO SEE THE LIGHTER COLORS (YOU COULD USE THEM ON YOUR PROFILE IF THE BACKGROUND IS DARK) Alice BlueAntique WhiteAquaAquamarineAzureBeigeBisqueBlackBlanched almondBlueBlue VioletBrownBurly WoodCadet BlueChartreuseChocolateCoralCornflower BlueCornsilkCrimsonCyanDark BlueDark CyanDark GoldenrodDark GrayDark GreenDark KhakiDark MagentaDark Olive GreenDark OrangeDark OrchidDark RedDark SalmonDark Sea GreenDark Slate BlueDark Slate GrayDark TurquoiseDark VioletDeep PinkDeep Sky BlueDim GrayDodgerblueFire BrickFloral WhiteForest GreenFuchsiaGainsboroGhost WhiteGoldGoldenrodGrayGreenGreen YellowHoneydewHot PinkIndian RedIndigoIvoryKhakiLavenderLavender BlushLawn GreenLemon ChiffonLight BlueLight CoralLight CyanLight Goldenrod YellowLight GreenLight GreyLight PinkLight SalmonLight Sea GreenLight Sky BlueLight Slate GrayLight Steel BlueLight YellowLimeLime GreenLinenMagentaMaroonMedium BlueMedium OrchidMedium AuqamarineMedium PurpleMedium Sea GreenMedium Slate BlueMedium Spring GreenMedium TurquoiseMedium Violet RedMidnight BlueMint CreamMisty RoseMoccasinNavajo WhiteNavyoldlace Oliveolive drabOrangeOrange RedOrchidPale GoldenrodPale GreenPale TurquoisePale Violet RedPapaya WhipPeach PuffPeruPinkPlumPowder BluePurpleRedRosy BrownRoyal BlueSaddle BrownSalmonSandy BrownSea GreenSeashellSiennaSilverSky BlueSlate BlueSlate GraySnowSpring Green Steel BlueTanTealThistleTomatoTurquoiseVioletWheatWhiteWhite SmokeYellowYellow Green
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:44 am
Faith made her way out of the training room, and headed for the kitchen. She smiled as she walked in, noticing Xander and the others. It looked to be that Xander was well rested, and somewhat happier.
"Hey there Xan-man. Hey B, Hey Andrew."
Faith sat down quietly at the table, after grabbing another bottle of water.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:51 am
Steph and Lucie were in Lucie's room all night the night before. They giggled and did girly stuff, because neither of them could sleep. Finally at about 4am Steph passed out on the floor, asleep.
*present time*
Steph woke sleepily, rubbing her eyes, and glancing at the clock. 1:30 in the afternoon! She quickly nudged Lucie awake.
"Luce, wake up. We're sleeping the day away."
Steph jumped up and quickly left, going to her room and grabbing clean clothes heading off to the shower. 20 minutes later Steph came downstairs wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and her black leather boots, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She made her way for the kitchen, and quietly stared over Xander, as she sat down next to Faith.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:56 am
CONNOR AND DAWN WERE FINISHED WITH EVERYTHING, AND ANGEL AND CONNOR WERE DEBATING ON WHO WAS GONNA COOK UP THOSE STEAKS, SINCE PHOENIX WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND, AND IT WAS AROUND 4PM.. TIME FOR FOOD.
HE'D HAD TO DEAL WITH THE STENCH OF FRENCH ONION SOUP, AND WATCH XANDER AND THAT GAY GUY EAT THEIR FILL. AND HE WAS NOW STARVING, AND DIDN'T CARE MUCH ABOUT WHETHER THE STEAKS WERE MARINATED OR NOT.
"I'M HUNGRY, MAN, AND IF YOU DON'T MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, I'M PUSHING YOU, DAD. YOU KNOW I WILL."
AND THEN FAITH WALKED IN. AND CONNOR LOST HIS BRAVADO.
"FAITH. UH... ARE YOU HUNGRY?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:00 am
Another day comes and goes. Oz still, soaking in everything that Willow has told him, sits in his dark room. For some reason, it comforted him, shielding his mind and heart from the reality that lies beyond that door. Of course things changed. I would stupid to think they wouldn’t, he thought. Even so, he knows that Willow would still see him as a friend. But is it a good idea?
Oz finally prepares to battle the horror of everyday life as his hand reaches for the doorknob. It swings open. His mind wishes that all of this confusion and all of this reminiscing on old feelings would just fly away. Let the wind take it away, far away. Oz journeys downstairs, he stares at the couch where he saw her the other day. I think his name was Andrew, he thought.
His mind suddenly reminds him what happened before his arrival to Cleveland. His bruises, the cause of them, and how close it would be for him to get more. “I have to get out of here,” he whispers to himself. But why? If anyone can help him out it’s his old friends. Buffy and the team of demon fighters. And now more than ever since Buffy has a group of slayers. And Willow, a powerful witch. His thoughts sink like a stone in a lake as he remembers how badly injured he was.
“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t want them to get involved….get hurt…” Oz decides it best make today his last day with them. For their sake. For hers. Besides, if anything, Oz is the odd ball out right now. He would be interfering with their way of running things. He makes his way to the kitchen, hoping to steal a snack or something.
“Whoa, full crowd in here.” Oz smiles at everyone. “Is that…..is that you, Zander?”
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:26 am
Oz makes his way toward the familiar face. "Hey, man. How's it going? I didn't know you were still around."((Remember to keep sigs our of the RP!))
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:46 am
Hyperion_Hell CONNOR AND DAWN WERE FINISHED WITH EVERYTHING, AND ANGEL AND CONNOR WERE DEBATING ON WHO WAS GONNA COOK UP THOSE STEAKS, SINCE PHOENIX WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND, AND IT WAS AROUND 4PM.. TIME FOR FOOD.
HE'D HAD TO DEAL WITH THE STENCH OF FRENCH ONION SOUP, AND WATCH XANDER AND THAT GAY GUY EAT THEIR FILL. AND HE WAS NOW STARVING, AND DIDN'T CARE MUCH ABOUT WHETHER THE STEAKS WERE MARINATED OR NOT.
"I'M HUNGRY, MAN, AND IF YOU DON'T MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, I'M PUSHING YOU, DAD. YOU KNOW I WILL."
AND THEN FAITH WALKED IN. AND CONNOR LOST HIS BRAVADO.
"FAITH. UH... ARE YOU HUNGRY?" Faith nodded to Connor, her smirk appearing as she watched the young man. "Am I hungry? A little...Want some help?"Faith tossed the empty water bottle in the trash, and walked over to Connor. She looked over the steaks, and smirked. "Start em up..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 1:11 pm
Lorne sniffed the air, the sweet aroma of...something about to start cooking entering his nostrils and making his stomach growl on cue.
"Well, Willy-Poo...I am getting some kind of future reading right now..." he mentioned with a smile. "I can see you and I catching up on everything during dinner while we stuff ourselves with steak and ale. How does that sound?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 1:22 pm
Atticus traveled upstairs to his apartment, and right when he opened the door, he noticed quite a few things wrong with it. One: it was almost completely destroyed. Everything was messy, laying on the ground, broken. It was no longer his apartment. Two: there was a group of three men in there, searching through things...waiting for him!
he said and just before he could turn and make a run for it, they grabbed his arms from behind and dragged him into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them. Atticus kicked and fought to free his arms, but three against one wasn't exactly fair odds. He still gave them a hard time holding him down.
They fell on the ground trying to keep him still, but even though they were all four down, they still held on to Atticus. "No! You ********, I'm NOT going back!" he shouted as he kicked the one holding his feet in the face, freeing his legs. One of the men put his hand over Atticus' mouth to keep him from shouting.
"Take out the injection! Hurry before he can escape!" shouted one of them. The one that was kicked got up and ran to a bag at the side of the room, and then brought some kind of needle back, flicking it a few times before kneeling down to the fighting Atticus.
Atticus eyed the needle with wide eyes as it was brought to his neck, and just before the man could jab it into his neck, Atticus threw one of them holding him off of his arm, slamming him into the one with the needle. With one arm free, he turned and punched the last one in the nose, getting him off of his arm.
Atticus didn't take the time to draw his sword and fight, he didn't want to take any chances...there was no way he was going back to that place. Never. He nearly tripped down the stairs as he ran, but caught himself and continued on. He shouted to the clerk to call the police as he ran by, but he didn't stay to see the reaction. He just kept running.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:29 pm
Amy stared at herself in the mirror, breathing hard. Her eyes were black. She squeezed close her lids and concentrated, then opened again, blinking a bit. Still black. She sighed. It was on the fringes of night already, towards the end of autumn. She tore her eyes away from her reflection and walked to the window of her hotel room, which also happened to be a door leading to the balcony. She went out and leaned over the railing, looking at the city below with her burning eyes.
She had certainly learned alot in her travels. She had heard somewhere that Willow had tutored under Hartness in Westbury after her world destroying incident. Her instructors had been the addicts, the rejected. Living with them dropped some of the self righteousness and sarcasm she had held dear, but then again, she wasn't living with them. Amy had once said that she was jealous of Willow's power. It was probably still true, and Willow probably still had more power than her, but she didn't seem to understand some basic things. Things she surely knew, everything was connected. Spells always required a cost, and Willow had cast one of the greatest spells in history.
"There was one thing I always hated about Sunnydale," Amy told the winds, "The weather. Then again, there was another thing that I always hated about life. Waiting." She closed her eyes and muttered, Снежок.
Thousands over Slayers had been awakened across the world, most without ever knowing they had potential. In her travels she had come across quite a few rogue slayers, doing anything they wanted. Willow had granted them the power to do what they wanted. Spells always had a cost, but Willow hadn't experienced the downside of hers. Amy held out her hand in time to catch a snowflake. She opened her eyes to gaze upon it, as more dusted her hair, and the entire city. She had power. She had knowledge. If she did nothing else, she would be sure that Willow paid for what she had done to the world, and the evils she had unleashed.
Including her.[[[Снежок means snow in Russian.]]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:51 pm
Angel finally decided to cook the steak in the grill that was inside the mansion's enourmous kitchen.The steak sizzled as he press down on it with the spachula."Have cooked for ages,the last time I cooked was when Wesley barley had arrived in L.A"Angel said to Faith and Connor as they were watching him cook.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:53 pm
Andrew smiled at Xander, but he had suddenly lost his appetite. He thanked Buffy, but turned down the offer. He nibbled on his sugary corn flakes for a little bit while everyone around him acted jolly, then just got up and left the kitchen area. He needed some air.
The watcher-in-training found himself outside, walking through the crisp air. It looked like it was snowing... he wasn't used to Cleveland weather, so he couldn't say whether or not that was normal this early. He liked the snow while it was falling, though. Pure. Until it hit the ground. Or maybe he was just stretching to find a metaphor for Anya. Pure wasn't exactly the word, but...
He was sent flying onto his a** as something ran into him. "Hey, watch where you're going," he called out, then looked up to see the guy from last night.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 5:00 pm
Atticus hadn't been watching ahead of him, he had been looking back to see if he was being followed. There was no one behind him...POW! He ran right into someone and fell on the ground on top of him.
Atticus was a little dazed as he sat back up, blinking his eyes a few times to clear his vision...only to see that he was on top-facing down-to that Little Gay Guy from the night before.
he shouted as a reflex as he jumped up fast. "No...I mean...not ******** know. ********, I'm sorry." he said as he reached down awkwardly to help the Little Guy up off of the ground. ((again with the signature))
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