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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 9:51 pm
CONNOR WENT IN SEARCH OF COMPANY. SEEMS LOADS OF THEM HAD GONE TO BED EARLY.
MORE FOOD CAN'T HURT, HE THOUGHT. AND HEADED BACK TO THE KITCHEN FOR MORE STEAK.
WHEN HE WALKED IN, HE SAW THE MESS AND SIGHED. MIGHT AS WELL CLEAN UP TOO.
HE ATE, AND STARTED CLEARING THE KITCHEN. THINGS WERE GETTING BORING, HE THOUGHT. GONNA HAVE TO TALK TO DAD ABOUT GOING BACK TO LA.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:25 pm
Dawn sighed as she wasn't tired and headed down to the kitchen to make a coffee. She saw Conor and smiled to herself as she snuck up on him quietly. "Boo" she said suddenly and laughed as he nearly pooped himself. "I got you good" she giggled as she went over to boil the kettle and help him clean up the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:34 am
"Just don't look at her...just don't look at her," Oz thought. He wanted to make things as easy for Willow as possible. She didn't need him walking into her house, messing with her life....her emotions. But wait! If Willow is the slightest bit confused, doesn't that mean she still feels something for him?
Oz glanced about at he group of people weeding in and out of the kitchen.
"Oh, hey Angel. Need some help with that?" Oz rummages through some cabinets and grabs some seasoning as he made his way toward the stove. "Anything to keep me distracted...for now."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 5:46 am
It was around nine when everyone had finished eating dinner and headed off to their own direction.Angel had came back to the kitchen and saw that his son and Dawn were sweeping the kitchen floor."Sorry about the mess i made with the seasoning"He mention when he saw Dawn cleaning it up.Angel looked at his soon,the boy would of said something to him by now."You okay,Connor?"He questioned his son.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 5:57 am
Oz walks up to Angel and pats him on the back.
"Man! That was some good steak there."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:06 am
Angel looked down at Oz."All I did was cook it.Someone else did all the preparing for it."He said followed by a small laugh.
"How you've been doing,you know,with the full moon thing?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:31 am
Faith nodded as Buffy left, and headed for the kitchen, swiping the last of her mashed potatoes, and a left over steak. She stayed quiet as she listened and watched Dawn and Connor goof around while they cleaned, and Angel and Oz talk like old friends.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:34 am
Darkness succumbs her being as flickering images sway in and out. A beast…probably ten, maybe twelve feet tall, howls into the dark. She can’t move. But, why isn’t this monster attacking her? It’s hard to say. It looks at her, points, and nods. Why can’t I move? She thought. Suddenly, the monster swerves its hands in front of her, releasing her from her imprisonment.
Kennedy drops to the ground, but quickly gets up in a fighting stance, ready for whatever this monster would throw at her. Once her fists come close to her face, Kennedy notices that her right hand has a scar.
“What the hell?”
No, it was not a scar. Kennedy’s fingers caress her hand to find a strange symbol on it…a tattoo maybe? Too dark to tell. She looks up at the monster, still expecting an attack.
The monster only stands there. He seems to grab something from behind.
“Uh uh!”
Kennedy performs a spiral kick at the beast, thinking he might be planning to attack her. To her surprise, the monster dodges and then throws something on her. It’s a powdery substance. The moment it makes contact with Kennedy, she can feel a warm burning sensation from inside.
“What are you doing to me!?!?”
Her eyes flicker open as Kennedy finds herself lying on the snowy ground of someone’s lawn. But how did I…? Her body aches all over, for reasons unknown to her. The cold breeze forces her to get up and embrace her arms.
“Where am I?” Was that just a dream? Kennedy makes her way off the lawn and down the sidewalk, unsure what to believe. That dream seemed too real, even for her. Her sweater would not be enough to keep her warm, So Kennedy moves on in hopes of finding something or someone that can tell her where she is.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 6:40 am
Angel’s words kinda stiffen Oz a bit. Angel probably noticed, too. Play off, Oz man, just play it off. He stares at Angel for a few seconds, although they felt more like hours before his mouth decided to make a response.
“I’m fine, I’m actually cured.” His eyes catch Faith’s as she tries not to stare. Full moon thing….boy, never before would I have wished that to work as much as I do now. He can feel her eyes penetrate through him, almost as if she can read his thoughts. It was creepy. But again, he was a guest in their home.
“So, uh, is she one of the slayers, too?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:02 am
Willow walked into the kitchen, checking out all the little byplays going on and then noticed Oz.
"Hey... you eat?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:04 am
Buffy is walking around town. It's late. At least midnight. And she could swear she just noticed Kennedy. But no... Did Kennedy get back yet?
She hurries to catch up to the brunette in front of her.
"Hey...Kennedy?" she stage whispers from around 20 feet behind her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:05 am
Willow walks over to the fridge and grabs some milk to put into the cappucino maker.
"Anybody up for some cappucino?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:09 am
Phoenix had fallen asleep in Spike's room after remaking his bed with new sheets.. since the ones she had washed were a little... shrunken. Who knew they were silk? She sure as s**t hadn't.
Sittin up straight, she realized she had left the steaks marinating, and had no idea she'd been sleeping for hours. She ran upstairs, smelling them in the air. Someone had cooked her steaks.
They had better had left her some. Or else. She stepped into the kitchen. The clean kitchen. The no-leftover looking kitchen.
"Is there any steak left?" she asked sweetly with a deceptive smile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:18 am
Oz glances about as people seem either to not like the idea of cappucino after dinner or think it's awkward because of his presence as well as Willo's. Show them it's okay between you two. Oz walks up to Willow with a smile on his face.
Sure, uh, I wouldn't mind helping out. You know, cause that's what friends do.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 9:21 am
Willow looked at him. Raised her eyebrow. Grinned.
"Ok then, buddy, just add the coffee into that little thingie there...and then I'll add the milk."
They both reached for the machine, their hands brushing.
"Uh..uh I, you-" she stammered.
"UM, sorry." Willow cleared her throat.
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