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Dec. 10th, 2009 @ 06:20 pm Settling into the new digs
Current Location: Klein and Gabler
Current Mood: busybusy
It'd been almost a week now since her interview and now Lilah was busy getting her new corner office set up just how she wanted it. The entire decorating process itself took about five days in total. The whole idea of not working for an evil company was still something that Lilah was slowly getting used to. In order to deal with all the changes in her life, Lilah did what she always did when thinking about how her life had turned out, she threw herself full tilt into her work. She'd been at Klein and Gabler for almost a full week and she had yet to actually talk to anyone, except when it came to hiring an assistant. She'd seen a few of her new co-workers in the halls, but she never said a word.

Today though she had locked herself in her office and was going over all the new case files that had been placed on her desk. Trying to drown herself in her work was the one thing besides the alcohol, which was keeping her from doing very stupid things such as calling Wesley up in the early hours of the morning. Drowning in her work was helping Lilah make it through, but others in the office had started to notice that their newest asset rarely went home before two in the morning, and she had very little in the way of personal things on her desk or in her office period. It was also clear that Lilah didn't do small talk or divulge a thing about her personal life.
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Nov. 1st, 2009 @ 01:19 pm Getting it right the second time around
Current Location: Klein and Gabler
Current Mood: nervousnervous
Taking an old rival up on an old offerCollapse )
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Oct. 20th, 2009 @ 03:50 pm The Memory Game
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Wesley hadn't been home in a long time. . . .Collapse )
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Sep. 24th, 2009 @ 10:34 pm And now for something ....
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Spike is dressed up.

It seems to be happening with a regularity that surprises him. He hasn't put stock in dressing up in years beyond counting. There is always image but this is something else entirely. Dru rarely cared if he was wearing anything, let alone what condition it was in when it was on him.

Reaching out, he knocks on the door, before leaning back on his heels to wait for an answer
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Jul. 18th, 2009 @ 11:35 am You Already Know How This Will End
"Excuse me, ladies, gentlemen?"

The young woman who steps up to the table is neatly dressed in a crisp black suit and high heels that click sharply on the hard tile floor of the restaurant. She's smiling, an open and friendly expression giving no hint of any sort of nefarious plans.

"I hope everyone's been enjoying their meals tonight?" A look around the table, still smiling. "It's been brought to my attention that there were some issues earlier with the service... We pride ourselves on providing every patron with an exceptional experience, and so we'd like to offer you the opportunity to make use of our private room for the rest of your evening."

She steps back from the table and sweeps a hand towards an unobtrusive red door set at the back of the restaurant.

"And, of course, no need to worry about your bill. We'll take care of that as well."
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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 07:36 pm No...More...Brooding!
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She'd scored a new fake ID, and swiped a credit card from one of the drunks at the casino. As much money as he lost before she threw him out, he won't notice another thousand dollars missing.

So, here she is, in Bumfuck New Mexico, after an annoyingly short plane trip and an annoyingly long cab ride. She'd even managed to get an address, which is as much of an invitation as Faith needs to show up at Kennedy's mom's house, unaddressed and unasked for, to beat the shit out of her daughter who's most likely in a "I've been romantically linked to a Scooby and now I have to brood about it" kinda bullshit funk.

Her mother had answered the door, though it seemed more a coincidence than anything. Suitcases in hand don't usually imply just coming to the doorbell. Especially when Faith hadn't rung it yet.

She was nice enough to invite Faith in, though, telling her that Kennedy was out back near the stables. Perfect. A beautiful place to really cut loose and get her blood flowing. Right out the dumb bitch's nose.
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Jun. 29th, 2009 @ 03:15 pm The Wynn, The Vampire, and the Willow.
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"Okay, so maybe teleportation wouldn't have been an altogether unfortunate plan," Willow Rosenberg said to herself as she walked through the doors of the Wynn. She brushed a lock of wayward red hair off of face and walked through the lobby, keeping her eyes wide open. It was almost dark outside, and knowing that, Willow wasn't actually sure if the person she was looking for was even here, but she had to check. Also, she was checking this hotel out to see if she liked it enough to take up a room here. Probably not, to be honest. It was nice and everything, but the Mirage was so much more...tropical. And it had that nifty volcano and the secret garden.

As soon as she was alone in one of the hallways, Willow raised a hand - palms facing up - and concentrated. She flicked her wrist and swivelled her fingers around, calling forth a pre-prepared tracking spell. A flurry of lights appeared in front of her and Willow smiled. She loved this particular spell. It was so...pretty. She followed the spell up through the elevator [thanking whatever higher powers there were that there was no one else with her and her spell] and followed it to...a door. Obviously.

Taking a deep breath, Willow knocked on the door, and hoped that Spike was still inside.
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Jun. 22nd, 2009 @ 01:00 pm Meanwhile, back in the suburbs...
...the vampire bounced...yes, BOUNCED...off of the nearby building that Connor had hit it towards before flying back towards him...right into his stake.  *poof*.

"Like that?"  He says, to the other person currently watching him.

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May. 30th, 2009 @ 12:00 am A Demon's Work...
"Okay, stop squirming."

Anya sat there with a small needle in her hand, a bowl, some crystals, a map, and a wimpy demon girl, trying to prepare a tracking spell.

"You big baby. If you'll just sit still for a second, this will be done and you can go humiliate yourself to someone else."

Ilyana finally stops moving, and Anya pokes her finger, letting out just the smallest drop of blood fall into the bowl.
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May. 27th, 2009 @ 07:19 pm Excaliwhere, now?
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"Whoops." One thing that Willow did not mean to do was to teleport in on the very top spire of the castle at the Excalibur hotel in Las Vegas. She makes a move with her hands and disappears with a small popping sound. Moments later, the pretty redhead pops into being insisde the casino of the hotel, fazing absolutely nobody. Las Vegas is an interesting city with a lot of weirdness in it. A woman appearing out of nowhere in a crowd this thick more than likely won't really go noticed by anyone.

She stands with her hands on her hips, looking around. There's a bunch of petite blondes in the room with her. That...doesn't help her, what with her best friend also being a petite blonde. Willow holds a hand up to mimic holding a cigarette and whispers something. A thin trail of bluish-gray smoke pours out from between her forefinger and middle finger. It's not cigarette smoke, it's just a tracking spell designed to mimic cigarette smoke. After all, just because weirdness is the order du jour in Vegas doesn't mean that she should use one of her more flashy tracking spells.

She follows the trail, hoping to find Buffy at the end of it. The past few weeks have sucked hard and Willow needs her best friend.
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