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Tick-tock...

Jul 07, 2005 21:02

Here’s a fun test: try sitting still and not doing a single damn thing for one minute. Just sit and count, slow and proper, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, right up to 60. Boring, huh? Think you could do it for five minutes? How about 45? There are 60 of those shockingly long minutes in an hour, 24 of those hours in a day, 7 of those days in a ( Read more... )

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_keep_me July 8 2005, 05:49:20 UTC

Hamilton. The new pain in my ass. Flavor of the month...or something much less pleasant. Whatever he has up his sleeve makes me want to rip off that band-aid he is, and just get to the hair pulling. Well, not my hair.

Lindsey now, he might be useful. Maybe not the latest version of a Wolfram and Hart employee, but he's got to know something about these liasons the Senior Partners are pushing. Seemed to know something about Eve anyway. More than something. God, how is it that Lindsey and I always seem to end up sleeping with the same people?

Maybe I should go pay our captive a little visit. See if I can't pump some information out of him. If not, it might feel good to provide him with some bruising or a broken bone or two to pass the time with.

"So, Lindsey, had enough yet?" I call out down the hall, before I turn the corner towards his cell.

rogue_lawyer July 8 2005, 23:16:55 UTC

If there really is some big omnipotent power sitting up in the clouds listening to our prayers, he’s got a sick sense of irony. When I said I could use some amusement…

"So, Lindsey, had enough yet?"

… I really didn’t mean him. And yet, despite that, I’m about two seconds away from rushing over to the bars and pleading for him to turn me loose. The low-grade, never-going-to-get-out-of-this-place claustrophobia that’s been eating at me peaks into something like hysteria when someone’s strolling around on the other side of the bars, making me acutely aware of just how trapped I really am. I force myself to get comfortable, slouching back against the wall, my hands laced behind my head ( ... )

_keep_me July 9 2005, 07:14:11 UTC

I saunter towards him, pretty much ignoring everything he's said so far. He doesn't look so bad for being cooped up in a cage for days and days, a little stubble, but nothing remarkable. Maybe I should get them to cut back on the food and water. We may not kill humans, but a little torture never hurt anybody...well, never hurt Lindsey ( ... )

rogue_lawyer July 11 2005, 04:27:10 UTC

I’ll admit the word indefinitely has some weight behind it, especially in the W&H sense of the word. But the clueless lunk probably doesn’t even know about some of the more unique technical/mystical storage areas the boys upstairs can cook up at his request. He may be a big player, but he’d do well to remember that he’s on a whole new board now. I frown at his mention of Eve … he wouldn’t dare drag her back into this, would he?

Then again, I honestly didn’t think he was going to cut off my hand either…

“Leave her out of this. She’s harmless now.” Not entirely the truth, but I don’t think he even heard me. Super-powerful vampire hearing; selective listening skills. He continues, and it sounds like the liaisons are the hot topic of the day. Champ’s missing the mark completely on that line of questioning, and I’m trying to figure out how to tell him that in the meanest way I can without driving my only entertainment away…

"Oh, and if I ever I need you to get my rocks off, I'll let you know. But I wouldn't hold my breath."I heard ( ... )

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_keep_me July 14 2005, 05:53:11 UTC

He's not invincible echoes down the hall and through my ears as if he’d shouted it at the top of his lungs ( ... )

rogue_lawyer July 14 2005, 23:24:50 UTC

We’re going to meet with Hamilton? On second thought, how about I just stay in my cage? It’s not that I’m afraid of him, exactly, but when your first impression of the guy that your girlfriend has been living in fear of for the last couple months is a view from your knees, watching through pain-blurred eyes as he faces down your worst enemy … let’s just say it makes for some interesting classical conditioning. And, okay, maybe a tiny bit of fear.

Angel turns around, shackles in hand, but I don’t get the chance for a snide remark because something in his expression changes. Maybe just a flicker of gold in his eyes, but it’s enough to make me pause. Sometimes I get so caught up in my own little personal quest to drive Angel insane that I forget I’m playing with fire ( ... )

_keep_me July 15 2005, 04:18:56 UTC

“If you wanted to hold my hand that bad you could’ve just said ‘please’.”Hell. This is it, and I should know. He couldn't possibly have said that. It takes a full five seconds to fight back the urge to say, "please." When our fingers brush it's another five seconds before my brain returns back to my head, and then the little bastard is sneering at me. Way too much anger in this kid, maybe he needs a new outlet. I caught that look though when our fingers touched. Looks like I'm not the only one having control issues ( ... )

rogue_lawyer July 16 2005, 17:43:52 UTC

Copping a feel?! God, I hate it when he patronizes me … the fact that he’s about a thousand years older than me aside. “Learn to relax?” I laugh, trying to decide if that little slip up had been all in my head. Freud would have a field day with us. “From you? Face it, hero: your soul is about as permanent as a Post-it … wouldn’t want you relaxing too much on us now.”

He marches off towards the elevators, making me break into a quasi-jog to keep up with him and feeling for all the world like a kid on one of those brat-leashes at the mall. This is beyond humiliating, and it only gets worse when he shifts and my hand is dragged over his hip. What the hell? And now he’s got the nerve to glare at me like that was my fault ( ... )

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