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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:48 pm
When she slapped the back of his head, he reached up and rubbed the place she hit him. "I wasn't walking around either...well...I was. But I was patrolling."
Atticus ordered a pizza, and a...coke. He hadn't been drinking alcohol in a while now.
"Kill things like me? You've never seen anything like me..." he mentioned as he pulled out his wallet and began to count out some money for his food.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:55 pm
Torca Andrew heard the phone pickup, and the chap answer. "Uh, hi. Wesley? Um, this is Andrew. Wells. Andrew Wells. Um, Faith was having some issues with a slayer, Kennedy. She wanted me to call you to see what you could do?" Wesley began to pace back and forth as he listened to Andrew.He began to worry. (sidebar from remember:I don't think Wesley knows about the whole slayer thing since andrew never came to W&H and told them about it. Am i right?)((miss michelle says right-o - but it would be faith having to have died))
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:06 pm
Xoey quirked an eyebrow at him. "I thought I said I'd pay?" She didn't do anything further, though. If he wanted to pay, far be it from her to deny him. The drinks arrived, very quickly. It was a slow night, they and the couple sitting across from them were the only customers in there. She put out the remains of the cigarette she had been smoking on the plastic ashtray at their table and took a swig. "I think you'd be surprised at what I've seen. Still, pray tell exactly what you are."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:13 pm
"And what kind of man would I be if I let the woman pay for my meal?" Atticus mentioned when she asked. He gulped down his coke quickly after it was brought to him and then let out a satisfied sigh when he finished. The food hadn't even come yet, and he was already content with the meal.
"I haven't told anyone before. What makes you think I will spill my heart to you? I don't even know you." He was being difficult, yes. But he wasn't wrong. His life was mostly private. After all that had happened to him, why should he have to tell this girl anything?
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:14 pm
[[[We [by which I mean I] have been playing it like the magical community knows, but Wesley was never the swiftest anyways so I think it's cool. Remember that Buffy is not The Slayer and hasn't been since the first season. The bloodline doesn't run through her, it runs [ran?] through Kendra/Faith.]]] "Oh, uh, nothing. Actually, something would have to happen to Faith, since she's - you didn't hear? Willow cast a spell to make all the potential Slayers attain said potential. From what I hear it was pretty flashy. Anyways we think Kennedy's posessed."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:25 pm
Xoey smiled at him and grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down to the table, squeezing ever so slightly. "I think you'll spill your heart, or else you'll, well. Spill your heart." She released him and took another swig of her beer. The drinks had gotten there quickly, but she was sadly reminded that pizza had to cook the same amount of time, regardless how slow business was. She started to hum the theme song to Giligan's Island as she waited for Atticus to talk.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:33 pm
Atticus kicked his feet up and folded his arms, leaning back.
"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, first?" he mentioned. "What do you have against all demons? I know my reasons, but...what are yours?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:36 pm
"Well since no one told me about what happened in Sunnydale, I'm a bit surprise.Anyways,what is wrong with this Kennedy you speak of?"Wesley said as he sat down on his couch.He shifted the phone he held in his right hand to his left.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 8:18 pm
Xoey stopped humming and gave him a sideways look. "This world was made for humans. Demons had their time long ago, they were cast out. They don't belong here any more." She shrugged. "Besides which, it's my job. It's what I've been doing for as long as I can remember." She took another drink, then looked at him expectantly. That was all he was getting out of her at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 8:24 pm
"I couldn't agree more...but Hell, I don't even think humans deserve the Earth either." he mentioned as he sat back up, resting his elbows on the table and playing with his empty coke.
He stared at the table for a moment, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand. "I'll give it to you in a short summary form...my family was killed by demons. I was supposed to die too, but I didn't. Now I'm here, making it a lifestyle to eliminate demons."
Atticus paused for a moment, and then added with a smile, and over-dramatically, "**But I'm only one man!....Whatever the hell that means." ((Sidebar from Agethia: **is a quote from Ron White. Can't take credit for it.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 1:40 am
woopdidoodoo willow_r_ Willow smiled and sidles up to Dawn, close enough to smell her hair. Pretty. "Huh? What'd you wanna know Dawnie?" She twirled a lock of her long red hair between the first two fingers of her right hand and tilted her head. Dawn quickly said the words that would reverse the love potion as she wanted the interest to be honest. The potion was like an honesty potion as it said what people felt for each other. 'I was wondering if you wanted to go for a drink with me?" she asked her with a cheeky smile. ((miss michelle wants to know if dawn is hitting on willow! lmfao! *eyebrows raised, not sure if disgusted or intrigued*)) ((mish is correct in thinking that I am hitting on Willow and hopes you ish intrigued. I know Im late with this post, please forgive me)) Dawn looked at Steph and smiled, "Well?" she inquired as Steoh unpacked her goodies infront of them. She sat at the kitchen table and brought the bottle of vodka from her bag and then hopped up again to get glasses and mixers
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:02 am
Buffy had fallen asleep for a few moments after Andrew said he'd planned on calling Wesley, and for 30 drunken seconds, she tried to remember Wesley's pasty british face, but could only recall his whiney twanging voice. Little girly man, she thought, then passed out momentarily.
Minutes later, a snoring Buffy turned her head to the side, and the air rapidly cooled the line of drool on her cheek, causing her to snap her eyes open and wipe her cheek. God, did anyone see that?
She lifted her head quickly, wincing at the brightness of the room, and glanced at Andrew, who wasn't looking her way, thank god.
Buffy gingerly sat up, gauging her drunkness. Not too bad.
She stood and patted Andrew's shoulder on her way past him and to the stairs which would bring her to the hallway, and once there she stood, indecisive, not sure whether to head to the kitchen and brew a pot of coffee or head to the right and open the door to the livingroom.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:15 am
Willow glanced momentarily at the clothes Phoenix held. She'd said something about it being perfect for Willow, but... Dawn smelled like candy. "I like the drinkies. We should get the drinkies. But...Dawnie.. you can't go drinking alcoholic goodness, you know.. with you being... old enough for stuff... but not old enough to drink...I mean, Buffy would-" The thought of Buffy broke into her haze, and she stepped a few feet away from Dawn. Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, is Dawn hitting on me? Am I hitting on her?? Oh, Goddess.... Willow's mind was busy calling her all sorts of bad things, but whatever it was about Dawn that drew her in was working it's bad mojo again, and Willow let all thoughts slide. She turned to Phoenix and Steph. "Thanks guys... stuff's nice. You should.. bring that upstairs... and go to bed. It's late.. Everyone should just..."She sent a sidelong glance in Dawn's direction. "...go to bed," she finished. She headed to the front door, grabbed her fluffy brown monstrosity of a coat and shrugged into it. "Coming?" she looked at Dawn. ((rotf - right now, on fx, willow just said - i have all sorts of empathy for dawn -- oh, and now is dr. ben- damn i liked him. and pretty pretty glory.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:22 am
He stood in the dark corners of an alley across the streeet, watching the two demon fighters converse through the front glass window of some small restaurant. His vision allows him to see whatever detail he so desired to focus on. As people walk up and down the sidewalk, he would merely close his red eyes and blend with his surroundings. Strange enough, it always worked.
"This one will bring me to her whether he wants to or not," he growls to himself.
He simply stood there as time went by, almost like a statue....a giant fuzzy statue, but a statue nonetheless. He can stand there as long as he had to. Time was running out, and they would move again if he did not hurry.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:23 am
Steph paid the driver, and smirked, thanking him. She hurried to the the back, grabbing the last 3 bags and rushing in to set them down. She panted, as she got to the door, giggling to herself. "Absolutely, but we deserve it. Right?"Steph looked up to see Willow and Dawn standing there. She inhaled the perfume Dawn was wearing, and eyed the fair haired beauty. She shrugged and shivered as she began pulling out the gifts she had bought for everyone. Phoenix was making little meticulous piles. "Umhmm, we do... but we did good, man. We got everyone at least one whole outfit... Gotta love pre-school sales."She held up a peasant blouse mad of seafoam green cotton, and looked over at Willow and Dawn. "This would look really good on Willow, I think."hunsicker1 "I'd think it would."Steph nodded to Phoenix, and stopped momentarily watching Willow and Dawn flirt it up? She stood wided eyed and then began back to sorting the stuff into the piles of her own.
As Willow stood by the door, Phoenix walked up to her and past her to the closet, grabbing a dozen empty hangers for the new shirts. All the pants would need to be brought upstairs, and since no one in the house seemed interested in the stuff she and Steph bought - typical of ungrateful bitches, she thought- she'd just hang it up and toss it in the closet. Whatever.
"Steph, wanna help me out here, then grab some grub from the kitchen? It's not late, we can still get in some patrolling."
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