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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 12, 2009 15:45:20 GMT -5
So, what do you do when, on your first full day in a new university, new city and new state, your politics professor looks down your shirt, your library card doesn’t give you access to the ‘old and spooky’ section and your folders explode across a hallway in front of everyone? In my case, after buying a polo neck, sweet talking the librarian and chucking my folders in the bin, I determined to take my decidedly fake ID and blag my way into the nearest bar for a couple of drinks before taking out my crap day on the nearest force of unspeakable evil. Oh yes, I was feeling perky.
I sat at the bar, vodka and lemonade in hand, and scanned the room for signs of trouble. Few of my classmates were here – there was a much closer, cheaper bar to campus a few miles away – but that didn’t stop some of them trying to talk to me. Who knew an Oklahoma accent was so attractive to the male idiot? A few pointed shifts later and the worst were gone, which, though it might have been a shame for my social life, was hardly important. Socialising was my last priority in coming to The Spot. My first (alright, maybe my second after the drinking) was to get a sense of the demon scene, and with six cemeteries within a two mile radius I was pretty sure this was the place to do so. The place also had a good reputation for letting in underaged kids which was good for me drinks-wise and demon-wise – vamps, at least the ones I’d encountered, tended to have a perverted thing for purity and virginity and while I was the first to admit teenagers were not the innocent waifs they had once been, we weren’t so bad you couldn’t find one pure soul in a bar.
It was dark, but I had already spotted a vamp in the corner looking hungry and a couple of kids younger than me who were being eyed up like a couple of particularly juicy tomatoes. Not pretty. I was pretty confidant I could take the guy down, provided I got him alone, without any ‘normal’ people to muck it up with screaming and accusations of murder and whatnot, since he looked hardly a week out of the grave – there was still dirt under his nails, for crying out loud. I reached down and attempted to rummage in my book bag for a stake. One problem. No book bag. The thing was bloody heavy, and had only books and pointy bits of wood in it, so it could hardly have gotten far, even if the thief had a penchant for linguistics and making really small fences... Standing up I looked around, trying to spot the thief in the crowd. “Damn it! X-ray vision would be really helpful here,” I muttered to myself, “instead of a slightly heightened sense of smell.”
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 13, 2009 3:40:11 GMT -5
"You know," Doc said next to her. "If you really wanted to, you could probably use that 'heightened sense of smell' to find your missing property. I mean, it would smell like you, right?" He took a drink of his beer without looking at the girl. Heightened sense of smell, eh? My what interesting people in this city. "Just a thought."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 13, 2009 4:38:42 GMT -5
"I could also use it to make some cutting comments about your personal hygiene, but I'll refrain from butting my nose in where it isn’t wanted,” I replied, coolly, though inside I was kicking myself. I was hardly a trained bloodhound, but it should work. Still, I wasn’t about to let just anyone know that. “The whole phrase was a joke, by the way. Heightened sense of smell, as if. Do I look like a comic book hero?”
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 13, 2009 5:55:21 GMT -5
"Well, given how a lot fo comic heroes are doing college, then yeah, you kind of do," he said, kicking the missing bag across to her from behind his stool. "I was curious. A bad habit, I know, but it's saved my ass a few times, so you'll have to excuse me."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 13, 2009 8:02:59 GMT -5
"Ah yes, the well known Gotham College, opening in a fictional city near you," I replied, snatching up my bag and resting it on my own stool and leaning against it. "Has your curiosity for eleventh century French dialects been sated then? I feel, by the way, no need to excuse you for what pretty much ammounts to petty theft. Last time I checked, there was a law against that." There was also a law against underage drinking, but I felt no need to mention that. Instead I sized up the man beside me, less than impressed. Then again, people were rarely what they seemed.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 13, 2009 14:17:34 GMT -5
"I more call it... petty borrowing. Without asking. Okay, you have a point but hay, what can i say? I have a habit of bending the rules. It's a bad one, but it gets me out of more trouble than it gets me into. Usually."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 13, 2009 14:41:51 GMT -5
"This would be one of the unusual times then," I replied, not willing to let it go. "There's bending rules and there's being an idiot. I have important stuff in my bag, and none of it is your business. What if..." I searched for the right scenario. "What if I was a diabetic, and you nicked my insulin? That would not be good." I spoke as if he was a small child, a little patronising but more than a little annoyed too. "Least you could do is buy me a drink to apologise."
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Sept 13, 2009 18:22:44 GMT -5
"So this is the man you met that night? The one who wanted into that building?" The man sitting beside Kyler, somewhere in the middle of the bar, surrounded by normal regulars, so to not look conspicuous had brown hair and brown eyes. A light beer-belly made him look like a regular drinker. He wore somewhat cheap clothing and old running shoes.
Unfortunately for Kyler, unlike Martin, who could look like anyone he wanted, in this case, someone with a drinking problem, who's clothes resembled his obvious lack of funds - anyone with half a mind would deduce that he spends it all on his drink; he looked exactly as he always did, but it didn't bother him, he was facing away from Doc, and the girl that he decided to investigate... nosey man, he was... but then again, Kyler wasn't exactly here for the atmosphere.
"Yes, that's him... he's Talented, and I think he's relatively new here, have you seen him before?" Kyler replied, pretending to enjoy his lemonade.
"Can't say that I have." Martin - or Corey, as the barkeep knew him, replied, his tall frame making him a little obvious in the crowd... it didn't matter though, the next time any of these people saw him, he would be someone completely different, "when the time is right, you might want to let him know you're here... something subtle... or just wait until he recognises you."
Kyler wasn't sure how easily Doc would recognise him... he was in a dark shirt and pants - both plain and somewhat tacky, blending in to a similar disguise as Martin, who picked this time to take a sip from his beer. Kyler wasn't about to do something irrational, not in front of his master, and so, he remained and waited until either Doc saw him, or Martin gave him a sign.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 14, 2009 2:06:49 GMT -5
""If you were diabetic, you wouldn't be drinking sugar alcohol," Doc commented, pointing at her vodka and lemonade. "Besides, It's not like I intended on keeping it. Plan was to give it back before you noticed. Of course, no plan survives first contact," the barkeep dropped a new vodka and lemonade in front of her. "And i already did."
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Post by Maya on Sept 14, 2009 5:14:23 GMT -5
I stepped into the bar, following the stench of demon accompanying that of stale beer, sweat and vomit. Nice place, I thought wryly. Perfect place to find something nasty to kill. I had managed far too little actual slaying since arriving in this town, what with strange midnight meetings and all.
Tonight my outfit was designed as a lure. It was often the most entertaining way to draw in the vamps, and I found it less risky than waiting for them to go after someone else. So my black jeans clung like a second skin, and the deep red strap top dropped slightly lower infront than would generally be acceptable during the day. The most sturdy item of clothing was the pair of knee high leather boots which despite the heel were practical both for running and fighting while also consealing a thin wooden knife that had helped me through many a tight jam.
I sauntered towards the bar, subtly checking out the room as I went, noting where the vampires and demons sat. I curiously noted that weird guy I'd met on the roof sitting with some drunk in the corner, and then as I turned to the bar I rolled my eyes. Great, that Doc guy was here... he better not get in the way of my hunt. I briefly wondered who the clearly underage girl he was talking to was, but tried my best to ignore them as I ordered myself a rum and coke and enjoyed the way the barman became a little breathless just looking at me. The trap was definitely set. All I had to do was wait.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Sept 14, 2009 5:27:54 GMT -5
Geez, how subtle, Doc thought, noticing Maya. Someones hunting for something. Ah, let her have her fun.
I smiled as a second drink was dropped in front of Kyler, orange juice, no alcohol. Sorry, kid, i don't buy it.
"So, what do blonde, under-aged college students with heightened sense do for fun in a town like LA?" He asked blandly.
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Post by Maya on Sept 14, 2009 5:47:07 GMT -5
I smirked, even without looking I knew that Doc had looked me over and noted my attire. He hadn't reacted quite like the barman though... maybe he understood the reason for it...
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Sept 14, 2009 7:25:28 GMT -5
For a moment, as the older girl entered and took her seat I wondered if she was actually trying to get bitten. THen my shifter side kicked in and told me she was - slayer. It gets harder to believe you're a benign force in the universe if the moment one of the PTB's chosen warriors arrive you break out into a cold sweat and half of you wants to run. Still, I managed to stay in my seat and feign disinterest in the girl - panicking might mean ending the day on the pointy end of a stick.
"You mean aside from the funnage of losing our heavy linguistics text books on the first day?" I took a sip of my drink and raised it to the guy briefly, a hint of as smile around my lips now the books were safely back under my control. "Well, I like to whittle down my own pencils into really sharp pieces of wood in my spare time, and then use them for all kinds of things. Preferably when drunk, thus the underage sneaking. Can't say I've really dsicovered a social scene that's really alive - I'm new in town." I'd found my dead social scene though, even if it was a little crowded.
(Oh the nostalgia of typing these at school.)
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Post by Maya on Sept 14, 2009 8:27:57 GMT -5
Hm, interesting. From the way she stiffened just now, it appeared as though Doc's companion was not my biggest fan. This left me with two possibilities:
1. She was trying it on with Doc, and saw me as competition.
or
2. She was more than she appeared, and could tell what I was, and that made her uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, the second option seemed more plausible, and I just hoped she didn't mention the truth to Doc... I wasn't ready for him to find out that I was a slayer just yet... I kinda liked the guy and his hating me would make life a little less pleasant.
Although, some part of me put in, maybe it would be for the best. Letting him in would be a big mistake, you know that...
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Sept 14, 2009 22:35:37 GMT -5
"It seems like you've been noticed." Martin said, his mouth not mimicing the words that came out in sound... anyone who was attempting to lipread would only see gargled, drunken slander, he slumped down in the chair, as if partially dozing off - a common drunk who's had a few too many, "perhaps you should go make yourself known to your aquaintances."
How he was able to act so in-character, as if nothing was happening, as well as keep his Mask perfectly intact, Kyler didn't know... but Martin was a master, and he'd been doing this for years.
"I guess you'll be alright here for a little while." Kyler replied - a convincing job of also remaining in character.
He got up calmly, taking his drink, and headed over to Maya - Doc was already occupied, he would show himself to Maya first... if anything, his appearance might interrupt her mission - she had to be here, in such revealing attire, for a reason... if he hadn't met her on the roof that night, he wouldn't have known better.
"Hey there, I thought I recognised you." He greeted Maya with a naive smile.
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