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Post by David on Mar 15, 2010 14:39:15 GMT -5
They killed him. They killed Marko, and David was going to kill them. The little punks still had a few hours left to enjoy life. But once the sun set, blood would paint the walls of the Emerson home. David was in a rage, and his demonic face reflected his state. He stormed through the cave, roaring in a fit and destroying everything he could pull off the ground. He shred the bed Star and Laddie had slept in. He snapped the posts in half like twigs and threw the frame across the cave with a snarl. He wasn’t even aware of Paul and Dwayne still being awake until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around and backhanded whoever it was that had caught him off-guard.
His hit had landed on Dwayne, and that was enough to bring him back down. David looked around himself at the destruction he had done to their home. He patted Dwayne on the shoulder as a silent apology.
“Rest up,” David said as his face returned to its human appearance. “Sleep. We’ll kill them tonight. We’ll kill them all.”
He waited for the two to head to the back of the cave. When they didn’t move, he lowered his voice to an order. “Go.”
With that, they left him. David ran his hand across his face and looked to the sunlight that was streaming into the main entrance of the cave. It was dimmer, and it wouldn’t be too much longer. They had wrapped what was left of Marko up in some of the curtains lining the cave and set him on the couch. David didn’t want to toss him in the sun. They were going to bury him after they killed Michael and everyone he loved.
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Post by Wolfram & Hart on Mar 19, 2010 3:53:42 GMT -5
Joanna Hartley didn’t normally mind her job. She was a lawyer, and before she had come to Wolfram & Hart she’d specialized in prosecuting. It was what she was good at. However, at Wolfram & Hart she acted mostly as a defense attorney for some of the firm’s more unsavory clients. She felt more comfortable in a prosecutor’s position, but being on the defense wasn’t terrible. And she was paid well in more ways than one. However, Joanna greatly disliked doing jobs she considered lesser duties: filing, researching, fetching things. That was a job for an assistant or maybe a paralegal, not a top-notch defense attorney. So, when she had been given this assignment to take a jaunt over to an alternate dimension to pick up a potential new employee, she hadn’t been happy about it. But, it wasn’t like she could say no. As David stood grieving in his underground lair, Joanna stood in the basement of the Wolfram & Hart building while a group of the firm’s sorcerers performed a ritual that would open a portal. She didn’t know where this thing was going to send her, and she didn’t know anything about the dimension this vampire was from. She was wearing a professional outfit: a white button-down top over a black pencil skirt with a matching tailored coat, and a pair of red stiletto high heeled sandals. She was most concerned about her footwear, and had considered changing into a pair of boots, but then she would have had to change her skirt because the boots would no longer match. But then if she changed her skirt she would’ve had to lose the jacket, or find a different one. That was just too much of a hassle. She stood with her arms folded across her chest, waiting impatiently, and hoped they weren’t sending her to some hell dimension like Quor-Toth or Pylea. She was definitely not dressed or equipped for running for her life from some hulking creature. She also was not in the mood. Joanna took a deep breath as a small orb of blue-white light began to form a few feet in front of her. It got larger and brighter by the second and she straightened as it got large enough for her to step into. She took a few seconds to prepare herself for whatever she’d potentially run into on the other side before she took a deep breath, let it out, and took two quick strides forward. She closed her eyes as she stepped through the portal and felt an intense pulling sensation and a slight wave of nausea. Then, very suddenly, the sensation ceased and she tumbled out onto a hard concrete floor. “Ugh,” she muttered. She raked a hand through her long blond hair, which had fallen into her face, and looked around. She wrinkled her brows as she got to her feet. The first thing she noticed was that it was dark, and it took her eyes a few seconds to adjust. There was a slight sting in her leg and she looked down to see blood seeping out of a scrape on her left knee. She frowned and let out an irritated sigh. Great. Bleeding around a vampire was never a good idea. She straightened her skirt, smoothing out its wrinkles and dusting a bit of dirt off of it. After a few seconds, once she was situated, Joanna noticed the man standing in the room with her. At least, he looked like a man, but she assumed he wasn’t, given the fact they seemed to be in a dark, dank, underground lair of some kind judging by the way the light streamed in from the ceiling in the one part of it. She raised an eyebrow as she looked him up and down. He was wearing a bulky leather jacket and his hair was bleach blond and spiked. Very dated. “David?” She took a few steps toward him boldly and held out her hand. “Joanna Hartley from the law offices of Wolfram and Hart.” Her voice had a formal, confident tone and she paid no attention to the portal still lingering a few feet behind her. This whole thing would probably seem very strange to the vampire, but it was just another errand to Joanna. CANON LISTING | FACECLAIMS | THREAD TRACKERS( Congratulations! Your character has been fully approved. If you're playing a canon character, please claim him or her in the Missing Persons list if you have not already done so. Please claim your character's celebrity play-by in the Photo Database. Once you start posting, please remember to keep track of your threads with a thread tracker. ) (( We can keep going with this for as long as you want, but you're approved!))
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Post by David on Mar 21, 2010 20:46:34 GMT -5
David’s thoughts of lingering torture and vengeance were interrupted by a sudden flash of light. Instinctively he recoiled, bracing himself for the glare of the sun. But no. It was something he couldn’t have anticipated happening at any point in his life. He stood his ground as he watched the rip forming in the cave. Soon, he saw a figure falling from the portal and took a step back. He watched as the woman hit the ground. His rage remained, but was temporarily set aside to make way for curiosity. When the woman started to get herself together, he smelled the blood oozing from her knee. He smirked, one of his canines visible behind his curled lips.
There were the small things about her that seemed off. Aside from her falling out of a glowing portal. Her hair was flat, her shoulders didn’t seem padded at all. And…heels for visiting a cave. David wasn’t anything near a fashion expert, but this didn’t seem like something she had planned out completely. At least he could hold any uncertainty against her. He wasn’t about to kill her on the spot, despite the tempting blood. She was just weird enough to keep his interest.
And she knew his name.
“Joanna Hartley from the law offices of Wolfram and Hart.”
David stared at her with great scrutiny when she offered her hand to him. After a moment of consideration, he nodded his head and wrapped his gloved hand around hers. His voice was low and slightly raspy from his fit.
“Joanna. Nice to meet you.”
He raised an eyebrow and let go of her hand. His smirk remained, but it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood to be toyed around with.
“You’ve invaded my home, you're bleeding, and you know a little more about me than I’d like you too. Wanna give me a reason to not tear your throat out of your neck before we go any further?” His tone stayed the same low, calm volume with every word he said. She’d have her chance to plead her case. If it came down to it, at least he’d have a meal for the boys before they headed to the massacre. He eyed her with a patient smile, waiting for the surely fabulous reply she had for him.
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Post by Wolfram & Hart on Mar 26, 2010 14:34:50 GMT -5
The vampire studied Joanna for a moment after she greeted him. She kept her gaze on his face and breathed steadily, for the moment not rattled by his scrutiny or his cold, calculating demeanor. David finally gripped her hand in a firm handshake before issuing a greeting of his own.
“Joanna. Nice to meet you.”
She let her hand drop to her side when he released it and nodded, as if to say “likewise.” There was a duality to the expression on his face. A smirk played on his lips, but his eyes were dark and menacing.
“You’ve invaded my home, you’re bleeding, and you know a little more about me than I’d like you too,” he said. “Wanna give me a reason not to tear your throat out of your neck before we go any further?”
Joanna raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. Hostile right from the get-go. She was already beginning to see why the Senior Partners had sent her and not some wishy-washy assistant. They’d needed someone who not only knew what they were talking about, but had the backbone not to run away screaming.
“You seem a bit irritated, so I’m going to keep this brief,” she said. “The law firm I work for has taken an interest in you. Our clientele consists mostly of less than moral supernatural types, and our employees tend to follow the same trend.”
She considered reaching into her inner-coat pocket for a business card, but thought the better of it. She didn’t want to do anything that could’ve been perceived as threatening. Besides, the card wouldn’t have given him any pertinent information. So, after a slight pause, she continued.
“Wolfram and Hart would like to offer you a position in one of its field offices. Specifically, a brand new one that’s just opened.”
She decided not to mention the whole alternate dimension situation just yet. It was better to see how he’d react to the ‘normal’ information first before throwing him a curve ball when he was already on edge.
((If David feels the need to do anything like attack Joanna at any point, that’s fine. Just don’t do something like snap her neck or beat the crap out of her without letting her react. You know, the typical God-modding stuff.))
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