Sean took me out to breakfast. I think it was a first date of sorts, he was defenitley nervous enough and I was defenitley excited enough. I hope he didn't notice, I never like to seem to eager. He's not the type I'm used to at all, my average romantic interest had more muscles than brains and never talked about how he felt unless that feeling ( Read more... )

There’s just been so much to deal with. Triffy is still crazy, for one thing, and getting worse, despite the help of a psychiatrist. It seems I was paying him £50,000 a year for nothing! Morale is low. One of the slayers, Tarragon, took off a little while ago, preferring to live with her brother than stay with the Council. She’s not the first ( Read more... )

From the diaries of Sean Donvan-- Concerning Tarragon Robinson ( Read more... )

I woke up slowly, my head thick and sore. Pale sunlight was streaming across my face and I scrunched up my eyes. Too much light right now. After a minute I dared open one eye and glanced at the clock. 10am. Last thing I knew it was about 2.30 and ( Read more... )

Ok, that’s it. I’m so taking a fuckin’ boat home when school’s done. That flight was horrid. Oh, my, god. Never, ever, ever again. I don’t care if Johnny Resnick is on the flight and willing to give me a half-naked massage. I’m not going ( Read more... )

There never seems to be enough time to get everything done. Here I sit at a desk piled with paperwork, and I realize that I haven't met with my new Slayer yet, nor have I made an appointment to speak with Triffy's psychologist, nor have I answered Michael's latest e-mail. Damn ( Read more... )

They already don't like me in training, since I have a tendency to show off and do my own thing when a lesson is of no use to me, and it has me pretty amused. I feel like sticking around this place simply for the entertainment and the chance to handle medieval weaponry. Not to mention the building is stock-piled with brooding brits. Haven't met ( Read more... )

Scott and I had a somewhat pleasant chat. It was difficult handling so much mess we surrounded ourselves in and yet still trying to keep up seemingly peaceful appearances. But we manage. Somehow ( Read more... )

After speaking to Willow, I felt very flat. Nothing bad had been said. We hadn't had an argument. But I felt... cold. Willow had seemed so far away, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to reach her. No, that wasn't quite true. I did want to reach her. But I wanted her to reach out to me too, and I wasn't sure that was happening. She wanted ( Read more... )

It was a day of opportunities if you want. I was still basking in the financial afterglow of my last job, a good amount of money that should see me through the while, get myself some new clothes, perhaps even pay rent. But before all that, there had been me wanting to buy something, something of high value and regard for those that knew anything ( Read more... )