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[24 Jun 2004|07:35pm]

eveofthedamned
The question that's going to cost the jobs, albet lives, of many W&H employee's is how to get to Angel now that he's refused our very generous offer.

I am very lucky to have this exact answer. Take the back door. Rigging the lottery so little Miss Burkle won was simple enough, when you have the right friends in the right places. This of course is merely step one. Divide and conquer.

The money is tainted. It should work it's magicks without a problem. So then we use our next weapon, the girl. She's the reason he lost his soul the first time. Putting Darla with him didn't help, but perhaps taking it one step further with her, Angelus could come out to play.

I personally still think Angelus would cuddle a puppy before bending to the will of the senior parteners, but since I only have to worry about their problems at the momment, I work for their means. And none of those unsuspecting employee's of his know who I am. Imagine that? I knew letting lilah make her own bed was the best course of action.
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[24 Jun 2004|06:39pm]

anewdawn
Dad is marrying the witch! Marrying her. I can't believe it, honestly she's barely older than Buffy. On the plus side he bought me a new car. He thinks he can buy my love, wouldn't want to let him in on the fact that it makes me dislike him even more.

For a while even though he wasn't around, I knew he was there if we needed him. But when mom died. He didn't even come to the funeral. And when Buffy was gone he never noticed how sad I was. As far as I'm concerned Giles is the only father figure I need. At least I'll always know he cares.

Buffy's been talking about getting her own apartment in LA, and asked if maybe I wanted to live with her. Of course I do, and sense I'm almost 18 we could swing it.

It'd be better than living with dad and the witch.
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[24 Jun 2004|06:01pm]

superhero_grrl
That's right a whole week of being in LA and not going to the Hyperion. Not seeing Angel and the rest of em. Ok so Angel is the one I was remotely concerned about. Not that I should be, since there's nothing but history right?

Well the history and that kiss and that god awful analogy. It was a very Buffy way to act just before Sunnydale got sucked into hell. Literally. At least it didn't take all of California with it. Cause all I'd manage to say to that would be, Oops. Adequate considering.

Dad has been uber fatherly. He thinks 7 years of not being there for Dawn and me can be fixed in a matter of weeks. I think not. Adults are stupid, I refuse to have another birthday, I'm not growing up, plus my track record in the birthday department not quite so good.

So here I am. Standing in front of the Hyperion, trying to not freak out about going in. Why can't cool collected Buffy come out to play? Sure she was around when it wouldn't matter, you know like the apocalypse, but when I really need her to deal with ex issues she's on hiatus. That's faulty logic I guess.

Did I mention I'm nervous and probably leaving indention where I'm pacing.

"Come on Buffy this is Angel not Brad Pitt, pull it together." And that didn't help at all, Angel was much cuter than Brad Pitt, and the whole unmarried thing, at least he better be unmarried or I'll have to ...

"Just go in!" I yell at myself. Oops, I said that out loud. I blush and walk into the building trying to escape the strange looks that were being cast my way.
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[23 Jun 2004|01:40am]

fredburkle
[ mood | excited ]

I still couldn't believe I'd won the lotter. Me. Winifred Miranda Burkle won 64.3 million dollars. I had so many ideas on what to do with the money. I wanted to clean up the hotel, make it livable. It was livable now, but it could be much better. I also wanted to move Cordy to a new facility, a better facility. The one she was in was nice enough, but she deserved so much better. I won the lottery! It was so surreal and unbelievable. I had to call Mama and Daddy!

I grabbed the phone and dialed their number from memory. I knew I'd be waking them up, but I didn't care. I was going to have the house renovated and send them on a cruise. Mama answered the phone and I heard Daddy in the background cursing and asking who it was. I apologized for waking them up, made Daddy get on the other line and then told them the good news. They both let out a whoop of laughter and excitement and proceeded to laugh and giggle and say 'I can't believe it!'

We got off the phone after about thirty minutes and I had a really good idea for the hotel. We could turn it, partially at least, into a sort of shelter. There have been times when we've helped people and they didn't have anywhere to go after or needed some where to stay in the meantime. If we had the hotel fixed up, they could stay here. I was so excited by my idea that I had to tell everyone. I also had to tell them about winning the lottery! I dressed quickly and bounded down the stairs to find a full lobby. I grinned from ear to ear and exclaimed, "Guess what everybody!!!!"

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[03 Jun 2004|12:10pm]

exiledwatcher
Los Angeles. Certainly not a place I would ever admit gave me peace of mind. However following last weeks debacle in Paris it seems familiarity is what I seek above all else. Refuge in a pit slightly above hell, how appropriate.

With a heavy sigh I disembark the plane, having spent the better part of the flight sleeping. The in-flight movie had been Just Married on a constant loop, which seemed pointed directly at tearing apart what remained of my soul. No, it was time to get back to work, back my life of demons and helping the helpless. Perhaps my former friends are in need of some research assistance? Slipping into a routine is exactly what I need at this point.

Claiming my single bag from the pickup area it took a few minutes to hail a taxi, which promptly lodged itself into rush hour traffic. Calling it traffic was generous, more of an interstate parking lot. It would take hours to reach the hyperion at this point. Opening the door in the middle of I-10 I paid the driver and simply began to walk towards central LA and the Hyperion.

Perhaps I would meet some demons along the way. That might just provide a suitable distraction.
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Here comes the welcome wagon. [31 May 2004|08:58pm]

vampire_angel
After getting back to my own room, I pulled out some clothing to wear and removed the towel from around my waist. As I tugged on a pair of pants, I found myself reflecting on the one-sided exchange I had with Connor out in the hallway. He didn't really think that Fred and I had .. did he? I mean, I know what it looked like .. me coming out of her room all dripping wet, in nothing but a towel. But there could be a million different reasons for my having come out of her room in a towel. Like, for instance, Fred winning the Lottery. Yeah. I quickly shook the thought from my mind, and pulled a shirt over my head. That talk is definitely not one I needed to have with him. Especially after .. No, all right. Something to get my mind off of that. Anything but that. Fred .. Fred won the lottery. There we go. A smile spread across my face once again. It was about time one of us got a break like that -- and she didn't seem against the thought of using some of the winnings to help out around the hotel, and with Cordelia .. which was a good thing. I always knew she had a big heart, but-- Since when did Fred start playing the Lotto? Not that it mattered much .. but, hey. She won. I guess I should stop trying to think it to death. It was what it was.

After having finished up in my room, I headed back out into the hall. No Connor. Good. I really didn't feel like explaining the whole .. me-in-a-towel-coming-out-of-Fred's-room-scenario to him at the moment. By this point I could only assume that Fred and Lorne had gone downstairs to tell the others, so that's exactly where I was headed. Good news was always best when shared with others. I almost found myself heading toward Connor's room to let him in on the whole deal -- but it was Fred's thing. She should be the one to tell everyone. After all, she seemed pretty excited about the whole thing. As I descended the stairs toward the lobby, I could hear Gunn's voice. Curiosity must have gotten the best of me, because I couldn't help but to wonder who exactly he was talking to down there. Everyone else was upstairs, weren't they? Or .. had Fred and Lorne come down to share the news, after all? That must have been it. Imagine my surprise when I found out just how wrong I was. As I came into view, I noticed two familiar female figures standing on either side of Gunn. Faith, and .. Gwen? Couldn't help but to wonder where he'd picked up a pair like that.

"I miss something?" I asked, as I stepped onto the lobby floor and moved toward the trio. My attention turned to Faith first, and I offered her .. what could probably pass for a smile. Not the warmest greeting, sure .. but the other woman standing in my lobby wasn't exactly a friend. It was good to see Faith again, though -- especially now, with ... we just really needed good news around here. Fred's Lotto fiasco couldn't have come at a better time. And .. familiar faces were a plus. Well .. some were, anyway. I cast Gwen a curious glance, before directing my gaze back toward Gunn for some type of explanation.
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Welcome to our humble abode. [20 May 2004|06:09pm]

got_the_mission
[ mood | hungry ]

With Faith in tow, Gunn came up behind Gwen, who was standing in the doorway to the lobby. Quirking a brow, he cast a glance in Faith's direction over his shoulder and quickened his pace. "Gwen?" he hailed her, though he could only see the back of her head. It was unmistakably her. "What are you doin' here? I thought you left town."

He was tired, his limbs beginning to grow stiff and sore from a long night of demon-hunting and vamp-dusting, not to mention his stomach was raging after not having eaten since lunchtime. On top of that, he had to get Faith settled with a room. He had a gut feeling that Gwen was going to end up staying with them as well. The more the merrier, really, but he wasn't exactly sure how glad Angel would be to see the super-charged thief.

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[20 May 2004|03:23am]

screwedestroyer
I walked into the empty hotel to see that woman, It was Gwen I thought, standing there.

"Look it's that electric- chick." I said lightly walking in the door.

I didn't care to look at her much, she was hot, but hey, I'd pretty much sworn off women ever sense Cordelia turned out evil, it was just a thing.

I kept walking up the stairs ignoring her pretty much completely. I saw my father walking out of Fred's room with a towel around his waist.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "Got something to tell me dad?" He gave me a flustered look and I just kept walking past him. I was tired. I'd slayed a few vamps and was ready to sleep for a good day and a half.

"I'm going to bed. Wake me if something interesting happens." I said fleetingly. "Like you loosing your soul from secret rendezvous with Fred." I joked. I knew it wasn't happening, but it was fun to mess with him about it.

I walked into my room and collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted, and it was fine with me. I could fall into my dreams ... of her ...
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[10 May 2004|09:20pm]

elektra_complex
Tahiti.

Man, oh, man. What a place. I would highly recommend it to everyone. Well, if you have the money and the time for paradise. Seriously. Crystal clear blue waters, white sandy beaches, no LA smog. Best yet? Me, in a swimsuit, actually out in public. No gloves, no pants, no covering up. Just me, the sun, and enough cloth to cover up the device attached to my back.

I had thought that all the bad shakes going down in the city of angels was over when I boarded my plane. Imagine my surprise (not), when I turned on the television a week or two into my little sabbatical and discovered the city to be in some sort of an uproar. Was that the reason I hopped back on a flight home? No, of course not. Well.. maybe. Not that I was all bitten by the superhero bug or something. I heard there was looting, and I had a lot of nice things.

So my first stop, after checking my place and making sure the security system was still intact (I'm paranoid, alright?), was to check in on my semi-favorite super hero team. Make sure everyone survived recent surge of carnage. The power was still running in the Hotel, lights on in the lobby, and a few upstairs, from what I could see on the street. I thought about rifling through the desks, checking the walls for safes... but, that's like taking candy from a baby.

"Geez, you people should really think about investing in a bell or something..."
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[26 Apr 2004|06:40pm]

exiledwatcher
Paris is simply divine this time of year.

Not that I would notice of course. Spending my nights and some of my days hunting demons which infest the catacombs below the city. I've worked to create a small but knowledgebal group of demon hunters who have nicknamed themselves "The Shining Path". Shockingly I've also found love while here in Europe. Strange to think I would fall for a demon hunter. Monique is far from the ideal woman I've typically pursued, miles apart from Lilah, Fred, and most certainly Cordelia. She has a passion for the kill I've not seen in a mere mortal before. Yet she shows no fear of jumping into the fray against any foe.

Fighting side by side with her in the sewers underneath the city everynight and spending the daylight hours lounging on the sheets with her, this almost seems like a vacation. Perhaps it is, given the infrequent news reports I am able to read from Los Angeles. However I am certain the old gang is more than capable of handling any threats that arise in the wake of Jasmine.

Should they truly need, me I'm not completly unreachable. Although I am easily persuaded to unplug the phone thanks to Monique and frequent persuasion.
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[25 Apr 2004|11:15pm]

fredburkle
[ mood | shocked ]

I'd been trying to keep moral up, but when Wesley left for parts unknown, things went down hill. The heart of our operation was in the hospital, the brains was off who knows where and the leader of our bunch only killed things and brooded. Plus, we had so many bills piling up that I wasn't sure we'd have a place to stay come next month.

I sighed and continued straitening up the office. I had no idea why I was cleaning up, not like anyone even used this office anymore. I moved a stack of papers and found a picture of all of us from a year ago. I sat down in Angel's chair and sighed. We looked so happy and together. I ran my fingers over the picture, the tears slowly rolling down my face. I took a few minutes to let the grief out and then finished what I was doing, pocketing the picture.

I was hungry, so I headed out to get something to eat. I stopped off at Taco Palace and ordered the Fred Special. I'd been coming to the place so often, that they made my regular order a special on their menu. This was one of the few places left in the city that still made me smile.

On the way back to the hotel, I walked past a newspaper stand and saw that the lottery was up to 64.3 million dollars. The vendor smiled at me, "Wanna try your luck little lady? Just a dollar and you could win millions of bucks!" I smiled, "Why not?" I bought a ticket, randomly generated and then headed back home. I settled into my favorite chair in my room, began eating my tacos, and watching tv.

I was flipping through the channels when I caught the tail end of the news. They were drawing for the lottery numbers, so I pulled out my ticket and watched. They finished the drawing and it switched to a commercial. I sat there for a minute and couldn't breath. All my numbers matched. I'd written them down as they were called out and I checked again. They matched. I'd just won 64.3 million dollars. I swallowed and then screamed at the top of my lungs.

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[25 Apr 2004|06:26pm]

wickedslayer
Seriously man, sometimes I sit here and I just gotta wonder....
How do epileptics do it?

I mean seriously if I had a seizure everytime I saw a blinking light I think I'd just up and off myself. Ok, I know that sounds like a wierd thing to think about but I got my reasons. First time I ever came to a club in L.A. this chick sat down next to me. Next thing I know the strobe lights are flashing and she's flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water and foaming at the mouth.
It was wicked gross. It reminded me of the this time when I was a kid and my next door neighbor put an alka seltzer tablet in his mouth on the school bus.

'Sides if I was epileptic I wouldn't be back at the same club tonight. Yeah okay, it's a happenin' place all foaming at the mouth aside.
Not to mention there's some serious cuties up in here. It's been awhile and I'm so gettin' a piece of ass tonight.

I stood at the end of the bar, drinking a beer and scanning the crowd for any possibilities.
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Silly rabbit, pseudo-necromancy is for kids! [25 Apr 2004|02:16pm]

protectorofnone
[ mood | anxious ]

Idly fingering the amulet she held in her hands, Alex turned it over to examine it again as she sat cross-legged on the cold basement floor of the old, dilapidated church she had chosen as her home base. It really was a pretty little thing: a large, unidentifiable stone the color of amethyst set into the middle of an ornate, archaic-looking golden sun. Its mate had been given to the heads of Wolfram & Hart, to be delivered to that souled vampire when he took on the LA branch of the firm. That, however, had not gone as planned. It didn't matter. Angel had stolen the other amulet anyway, and delivered it to the Slayer in Sunnydale.

The irksome part was that Angel himself had not worn the amulet. It had been passed on to another vampire, Spike, who wore it and used it to close the Hellmouth. All right. A decent enough trade. One souled vampire for another. She could only hope that Spike would serve her purposes as well as she'd thought Angel would.

Now she looked upon the items displayed in front of her. An open spellbook, a chalice full of blood, some indistinguisable runestones, and now the amulet, among other things. The ritual had been performed. Now all she had to do was wait.

((This pile of BS has been brought to you by Chris' Stomach Virus. :D))

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And we would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for that meddling vampire... [20 Apr 2004|11:11pm]

femme_fatale_wh
[ mood | annoyed ]

To tell the truth, Lilah had never been on-board with the plan to begin with. She just did what the higher-ups told her to. She hated being so powerless, hated that she no longer had and real control over what she did. If the Senior Partners told her to jump, all she could do was ask how high.

She hadn't been especially fond of the idea of offering Angel Investigations the LA branch of the firm. She understood that the Senior Partners wanted to keep Angel and his groupies busy, but perhaps the belly of the beast wasn't the best place to do that. That would put them too close to too many secrets. It was a delicate situation, after all. As far as she was concerned, keeping Angel at arm's length was just fine. She certainly didn't want him in her home base.

On the other hand, since the offer had been declined, Lilah was now charged with keeping the Fang Gang busy until the apocalypse could commence. Along with that came the annoyance of her being mystically tethered to the firm itself.

Right. This was going to be fun.

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Clouds in my coffee. [20 Apr 2004|10:49pm]

protectorofnone
[ mood | conflicted ]

Alex had propped her feet up on the seat opposite her, slouched down in the corner of her booth as she idly picked at what little was left of her dinner. It wasn't the best diner in town, but it was affordable. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing her dark locks away from her face. The last few days had been rough. The worst part was that she couldn't remember exactly why they had been so trying. All she knew was that she was both physically and mentally exhausted, and she had woken up that morning wearing the clothes she had worn the day before. Moreover, the aformentioned clothes had been covered in blood. Upon futher investigation, she'd found an odd piece of what she could only assume was jewelry on her nightstand, alongside a human ear.

Creepy.

This was just getting way out of hand. She sighed again, dumping two creamers into the fresh cup of coffee the waitress had brought her a few minutes before. "I have to go see Lorne," she decided under her breath. It was a last-ditch effort. She hadn't heard from him since the day he'd called her and told her not to come into work because the club had been burned down the night before.

"No," she said quickly, tossing the empty creamers aside, "You can't go see Lorne." She frowned, pushing her plate away and pulling her coffee mug closer. "What? I can. I will. Do you really think he'd bother to help you? Of course he will. Why would you think such a thing? Why not? Lorne's all about helping people. No, he's all about helping paying customers, something you are not." She froze as she noticed another patron sitting nearby and staring at her, looking both perplexed and disturbed. "Hey. What are you looking at?"

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[20 Apr 2004|09:35pm]

anewdawn
I miss Sunnydale. Never thought that would happen, but I had friends, ok I had friends before the mystical seal screwed everything up. That's something. LA is so big. I totally used to love it here, but now I kinda miss the wacky one-starbucks town. It's crazy to miss a hellmouth.

But I really didn't want to move to another one. Crazy logic I know, but I like being here with dad and Buffy. I've missed Dad a lot. He's got a girlfriend, who I don't like, and its so cool that he knows about the slayer thing. Buffy never said she was through with slaying, just that she needed a break.

She'll never get truly tired of slaying, no matter what she says.

And get this Angel has a son! Angel, Buffy never told me. I think maybe she just found out recently but still. I don't know all the details, it's just odd. I know we're going to be working with Angel Inc. I doubt Buffy wants me to get involved, but I think knowing things like languages, and maybe some spells and stuff would be really cool.

Dad's taking me out to a movie tonight. I'm so excited. I just hope the she-witch isn't there.
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[20 Apr 2004|09:21pm]

eveofthedamned
I guess miss Lilah counted her chickens before they accepted their deaths. As soon as I was told about the plan to corrupt team Angel I pretty much laughed out loud. That Vampire is a stubborn son of a bitch.

Never had any doubts that he'd turn down that offer. And maybe it wasn't Lilah's fault, but she is dead so that probably made her a little slow on the uptake. So I have no one to give senior parteners messages to.

Never liked being a puppet anyway. May have to step up my own plans. You know what they say. You'll never see this bad girl stop trying.
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[20 Apr 2004|09:12pm]

superhero_grrl
Dawn and I decided we needed to be away from all the madness of a new Hellmouth. Giles, Will and Xander are all dealing in Cleveland. I wouldn't have left if they hadn't given me the ok. In ways I just didn't want to be the one always responsable for everything and everyone.

I needed a break, And So Dad's letting us stay with him. It turns out that mom told him about the slayer thing. Granted he's never seen me in action but he knows. And that really is a relief. He's just going to take care of us for a while.

Eventually I'll get suffocated and get my own apartment, and Maybe Dawn will come with me, maybe she'll want to stay with Dad. But I'm not going anywhere. And Will has already called once a day since we've been here. No way my best friends will ever get replaced.

Now I'm faced with another challange. Angel and his band of do-gooders. Not that I don't respect what they do, aparently Wes is the big baddass now, and the others as well. Not to mention the fact that Angel has a son I've never met.

My world will never be totally normal, but that doesn't bother me so much anymore. Slaying shaped who I am now, and despite my faults and mistakes I like who I am. Who would have thought?
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Kick back, relax. [20 Apr 2004|06:28pm]

green_mojo_guy
[ mood | worried ]

Lorne sighed as he turned to the next page of the paper, frowning deeply as he found himself looking at the obituaries. The obituaries now took up more than three pages on their own. While Jasmine's presence had been accompanied by a lower death toll, the local nasties seemed to be making up for lost time. He clucked his tongue and shook his head before skipping ahead a few pages. "Shame," he said to himself, leaning against the front desk in the lobby. He reached for his glass, taking a long sip of his seabreeze before starting in on an article about zoning and variances.

"Hey, Lorne." Gunn lazily saluted Lorne as he strolled in through the front doors. He tossed his weapon and jacket onto the sofa before walking through to the kitchen. "Any dinner left?" he called back once he had passed through the door.

"Managed to rescue some pasta from Freddles for you, it's in the fridge," Lorne called back, decided to skip past zoning and check up on movie reviews. It was a dull night, and even though there were plenty of demons out there waiting to be slain, he was very aware of the fact that Angel Investigations needed to get a little more organized before they could start doing any real good.

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[20 Apr 2004|10:12am]

screwedestroyer
I think there's something comforting about LA. The streets thick with blood, reminds me of my childhood. Yeah I was less than normal, more than human but that didn't mean I had no thoughts. They speak to me as if all I thought about was killing them and my father.

I had tried to kill my father, but I was over that now, or mostly over it. Hard to look back on the past months without a shudder of disgust, the only thing good that had happened, turned out the results of that happiness caused the worst thing.

I've been told not to dwell on it, and I wonder if I'm feeling some minuscule sampling of what my father felt when he regained his soul, both times. Man, Fred's rubbing off on me, I think too much. It used to be kill or be killed, no thoughts were nessecary except the will to survive each battle as it came to me.

So now I go out looking for more, not a savage beast anymore ... as far as I know.
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