Dylan, Connor, Taylor, Des, Wes, Fred, Rhia, and Oz are gone. They had reasons, good reasons. England called, the Powers called, touring called. Carly and Preach are running the club now. Tori and Vince came back from their trip. I own Dylan's mustang. Galen's been very supportive, taking up extra patrols to help. We've been staying around ( Read more... )

I've done some stupid stuff...summoning a troll, running away and killing my watcher, losing my soul...But I can't help but be pissed at Matt right now. Tori found him unconscious in Vince's apartment. He'd been fucking around with black magic behind everyone's back, being taught--Tori says white--magic by Vince. I know everyone else is ticked ( Read more... )

Dylan and Wesley met with Doyle. I guess we do have to get ready for a big battle. Well, Connor does at least. I can't believe he has to take on one of the Powers. How do you fight...whatever they are? If they're bigger than Pan and he was a god...Okay, not thinking about it right now. I think we're on the part of the trip where we have the ( Read more... )

We're back to our regularly scheduled programming. Alex is still MIA while Des's been getting visions that we can actually help out with. Although it's not helping with my clothes, because I'll never get that out of my shirt. We've been patrolling the city with Angel's team ever since Brooke died...our people on one half, Angel's on the other. ( Read more... )

I've been crying for a while now. I tried to stop, but it's like someone let open a swelling flood gate. It's all pouring out, and it's probably enough to drown the city. I'm sure a lot of people feel that way right now. Brooke died. She was going to be this huge movie star, and now she's just another body on the pile of people good couldn't ( Read more... )

We're back to the Hellmouth. To serve and protect, that's us, I mean, when we actually get visions of people in the same freakin' country as us. Des's (tele)vision must be on the fritz, because this time she got sound, but no picture. But there were voices of some of the people in Sunnydale, including the slayer. We're on bodyguard duty and we' ( Read more... )

We've managed to stay alive until Christmas, which, yay, presents. And a lot of parties. It's still weird, being shuffled off to party to party; for little kids that Dylan and Cordelia planned, or for Rhia and Preach's party, even just hanging out doing the gift exchange and dinner at Dylan and Connor's (and I did manage to finish my shopping on ( Read more... )

In a segment I will call 'me,' I had the best 17th birthday ever. Oh my God, Rhia bought me a car. An Eclipse. Oh my God, I cannot wait until I can drive it. I was completely spoiled by all of the beautiful jewelry and presents, too. And dinner! And store-bought cake, because apparently I like store-bought cake better than homemade cake ( Read more... )

Galen and I had a talk. I guess it's been our first heart to heart in like...forever. I broke down, crying and whining and stuff. He finally knows about Hockins and at least a little of what he did to me. The drugs, the control, the...beatings. All of the those fun things that make me really, really hate watchers. Thing is, he could've just ( Read more... )

Do you ever feel like the world is out to make your life hell just 'cause it's fun? That has totally been my life lately ( Read more... )