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You change the equation I add up to

Jul 18, 2005 02:47

Days had been quiet at the Hyperion, with everybody pretty much doin' their thing. Soul Boy had himself locked up in his office, with Cordelia reminding me and probably him every five minutes that he was brooding again. I had a feelin' Angel was feelin' all guilty cause his best pal Doyle up and died on him. Hey, life was a bitch that way and Angel ( Read more... )

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_wes_pryce_ July 21 2005, 18:39:06 UTC

Most of my days since...whatever the hell that had been over at the Hotel, I spend working on translations. I had the job for the museum almost done, unfortunately. They didn't have any other jobs lined up, but they had written me down as an extern expert. Well, I suppose that was something to say the least. It would appear that my particular skills weren't very high on demand in the world of job.

Unless one was called Angel, and was in need of a translator of demon languages. Which is where I spend some of my time. I went over the books in Angel's highly inadequate library. Highly inadequate for such an operation as he was trying to run from this Hotel. A hotel, of all places. I still couldn't figure that one out.

Whenever I was there, I avoided Faith at all costs. Worried about Cordelia and her complete lack of fear or anything else whenever Faith was around. And got annoyed by Angel. Then again, the vampire seemed to have that habit to annoy me rather quick with his odd behavior. But avoiding Faith was my main goal. Everytime I ( ... )

wickedslayer July 22 2005, 08:05:10 UTC

I heard a muffled shout from the bedroom as the door opened halfway and then quickly slammed again. What the fuck? "Wesley." I said pushin' my body weight against the door but holdin' back on the force. Cause the last thing I wanted to do was muscle my way in here and scare the poor little ex-watcher nearly to death. Think I had about enough of that our last round when he was tied to a kitchen chair. Shit. What was I even doin' here? "Wes, c'mon." I pleaded as I gave it another try and stuck my head in before it almost got decapitated while the door slammed shut again. Now I knew who it was cause Wes wasn't on the other side of the door. He musta thought I was Cordy and then gotten a little freaked when he realized exactly who I was. Cor had told me about him. Dennis, her overprotective phantom ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ July 22 2005, 15:59:32 UTC

Frowning, I looked up when I heard the door open and close several time. Dennis was probably playing a game with Cordelia. Or perhaps it was some strange ritual between the two I've not noticed before. But if Cordy is going to be mad, she had better not take it out on me. It's not my fault Dennis acts like an overprotective mother hen who's five some of the time ( ... )

wickedslayer July 23 2005, 07:24:54 UTC

Man, it would be so easy to just tell him something was wrong with Cordy and that was why I had to bring him to the hotel and keep him there so I could keep an eye on him. But that excuse wasn't gonna fly considering Cordelia wasn't nowhere around and if I wanted to....try and fix anything between the two of us I was gonna have to start out by being honest. Being honest. Sounded easy enough, right? What if being honest included tellin' someone how much you desperately hated them. I probably shouldn't be too honest on second thought ( ... )

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_wes_pryce_ August 6 2005, 07:58:47 UTC

Part of me quivered in fear when she took the helmet and part of cheered silently. When she put it on, her face looked so much like Cordelia's had when she had to put the helmet on, twice, it nearly made me laugh. Wonder if I can ever get Angel to wear it, that should be quite a challenge. Why am I even thinking about that? Shaking my head at myself, I climbed on the bike and waited for to get up as well ( ... )

wickedslayer August 8 2005, 05:28:25 UTC

I held on tightly to Wesley as he expertly weaved around curves and in and out of traffic. Where'd he learn to ride a bike like such a badass anyway? And what the fuck was Wussley doin' with a motorcycle. Totally not keeping with his image. He should drive like a Lincoln Towncar or something. Naw, that was way too classy. Hmmm. Maybe a Jeek Cherokee? This was the last thing I expected Wes to be ridin' around on but I wasn't gonna complain...even if I had to wear the stupid pink helmet. Dude, no wonder Wes never got laid if he lived his life like this. So close to bein' a badass but the total nerd just ended up shinin' right through. Not to mention the condescending prick part of his personality but hey, who's countin', right? I was mostly just glad that he actually let me tag along without too much of a fight. Maybe it was because he knew that no matter how hard he fought it, I was always gonna win. If I had to drag his ass back in the house and hogtie him til Cordy came home I'd do just that ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ August 8 2005, 15:28:39 UTC

That had been without a doubt the most frightening ride of my life. It was worse then when that whole clan of Garlush demons ran after me in Arizona and I barely got away with my life. But it was the thought of Faith being so close by, her arms around my waist as she held on while we sped our way to our destiny. God, if she wanted she could snap me in half ( ... )

wickedslayer August 9 2005, 01:33:03 UTC

"Right." I answered slowly just lookin' up at him for a second but I knew he was way too stubborn to admit to the fact that this? The worst plan ever! Fuck. No wonder he was supposed to die today. What idiot goes headfirst into some demon's nest with a faulty crossbow? Well I mean, I'd do it but that was way different. I wasn't nearly as breakable as Wes was. He was gonna get himself killed for sure ( ... )

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_wes_pryce_ August 17 2005, 08:12:25 UTC

Whatever that noise was? It didn’t sound very good. Then again, when do sounds in houses like these ever sound good. Taking a deep breath, I followed her until the sound started to sound different. We must be getting close then. I wiped my sweating hand on my jeans before tightening my grip on the gun. Can’t mess up now, I started this and I’m bloody well going to end it ( ... )

wickedslayer August 19 2005, 08:43:36 UTC

"Uh huh." I muttered ducking just in time to escape Momma's claw lashin' out at my face. I blinked quick, and straightened back up. Hoped that Wes had everything all under control with the demon eggs behind me. Couldn't really risk a glance back with the big bad nasty clawmonster tryin' to tear my eyeballs out. Why did I think it would be fun to come back in here and see if there were more? Lashing out with a punch I knocked her hard in the face, sending her staggering back against the wall. Oh yeah, I remember now ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ August 19 2005, 10:52:10 UTC

I'm steering clear of eggs for the rest of my bloody life. Easter might even give me a trauma. The slime which came from those things with each blow covered me from head to toe. My shoulder was burning, but there was no way I could stop now. Some of the babies were coming out already and I had to bash their heads in. Not a pleasant task either ( ... )

wickedslayer August 20 2005, 07:47:22 UTC

I scrunched up my face in disgust as I glanced down at my body, dripping with slime from head to toe. Wes was even more covered and I could already hear the lecture I was gonna get from Cor about new clothes and slime and how I had to be more careful and blah blah blah. Sometimes ex-cheerleaders didn't understand that a girl's gotta get a little dirty sometimes. Course, it did kinda suck that my new leathers were gettin' all mucked up. Oh well, wouldn't be any fun if I never got dirty at least a little bit, ya know ( ... )

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