August 1 2007

~Babylon~
Every employee of Babylon is well taken care of. They have the option to live at the establishment. If they do so, they are technically 'on call' all the time. In return they are given their room, food, clothing, an allowance, and anything else they might require or desire, including everything from medical treatment or procedures to body modifications. She wants her employees happy, and does a very good job at meeting their needs. For those who do not live on the property, she pays well and takes care of anything medical, and if asked, is likely to take care of more.

Terry Dante: Terry is Madigan's insert-many-greats-granddaughter. She's a protector, and the current in the long line of Dante Protectors. She's shyish, good natured, prone to rambling, and a girl who would do anything for the people around her. She's an English teacher at the high school. PB: Unknown Model from Getty Images Playable by Taffy Killed by vampires!

Jamie

Cuntfaced whore,

Best girl ever,

... This is so retarded. Anything I write, I won't ever send. It's fucking ridiculous to think that I would. She won't ever read it, I'm sure she doesn't even care. And she shouldn't. Who am I? Just some dumb fuck she met a few days ago that happens to play in a band she likes.

And now she's good and rid of me.
Fuck.

I called Chance last night. Or. Well. Texted him. Not for really called. Calling would be something that involved words that were said, and I totally couldn't talk last night. I couldn't sleep, so I just...I dunno. My phone was there, and I could've gone and woke up Isaac I think, but I wouldn't know what to say. So, after being awake for a while, I texted him. He said I could, right? So it wasn't bad of me? I don't think it was, but whatever.

I'm confused. About everything lately, and when I really thought I couldn't get more confused than I already am? I'm totally more confused than I was yesterday. There was the party. Which was actually going well? I guess? I didn't hear anyone whispering about me, and I talked to some people. It was really really fucked up, but in a good way, I guess. Chance was there, and I talked to him for a while, and Charlie was, and I talked to her too.

You know, I thought that the height of confusion existed within and pinacled at Thom. He confuses me really bad, and moreso lately than like, in the last few years combined. Then I met Chance today, and he blows Thom out of the water in the confusion olympics. He took home the gold there, for sure. I have no idea what to think about it at all, I can't tell what's going on.

I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I'm not happy about it. And I don't know where the cat went, so I've been kinda out looking for him.

I can't get over this. What the FUCK is up with Thom?! He just decides to come help me?! Since when does he care? He doesn't! He never has, man! What the hell?????? And now, just...GAH!!! What the FUCK?! I can't believe he just showed up to patch me up. I don't know what to do about it besides try to forget about it? But...I don't know. I don't think I can. It was way too weird, and it's messing with my head.

Current Mood: cranky

Thom's a jerk. And just mean. And what the hell was he doing, anyways? For serious, what was that? Like, all of a sudden he's gonna be weird and nice to me? At a party? I kept waiting for it to be a big joke or something. I'm still not sure it wasn't. He walked me home or kinda, part way, and we were talking, and it was just...weird.

OMG, I'm so excited. I've got the new gig, and I really think it's me. I'm a smart girl, and who needs college anyways? Whatever, that's for lamers. I've bot bigger dreams than that. I'm going to be a reporter. Me and my camera are going to be the eyes and ears of Marquette, there's got to be shady secrets going down here! It's a small town, and if reading has taught me anything, it's that small towns are full of dirty terrible secrets. So I'm just going to have to dig them up! It's gonna be awesome. And I'm starting now. Not time like the present, right?

Current Mood: determined

[ mood | melancholy ]
[ music | Seeing Things by The Black Crowes ]

Dear Diary,
Life seems to have just crashed and burned. Badly. I don't know which way is up anymore, or something. I don't know what to focus on, either. No, scratch that. I know what to focus on. I need to focus on the dream stuff, the mine stuff. Because then I can stop thinking about that huge gaping wound that is Journey being gone.

[ mood | determined ]
[ music | Take To The Sky by Tori Amos ]

Dear diary,

Michael told me to get and wear a religious symbol. I had one from my dad, a pentacle or whatever and it's really pretty and silver, with a purple stone in the center. Amethyst? Something like that. Whatever. Doesn't matter. I'm gonna wear that one, and I gave Journey another one he sent me, it's a cross, only like, different than normal. Russian, I think. It's nice. But what's got me worried is that if I'm supposed to wear one for protection, what about everyone else? I can't not protect

mood: contemplative
music: Volcano Girls by Veruca Salt

Dear Diary,
I have a boyfriend! A real boyfriend, and it's Joshua. Yeah, I know, that happened fast, but it's okay! Maybe it's just meant to be, and that's why. Either way, it's amazing, and I just adore him. Journey says that he's really serious about me because of some look he gave him that I didn't notice. But that's okay. I'm all happy with it.

Current mood: ecstatic
Current music: Sway by Anita Kelsey

Dear Diary

Things
to do today:-

Current mood: indescribable
Current music: Dreams by Tv on the Radio

They tell me I'm allowed to have my privacy (to an extent). So I get my journal, and theoretically it's going to be unread by the staff, and I can put whatever the fuck I want in here. We'll see. If I get fitted for a straight jacket, and get diagnosed with schizophrenia, I'll know differently, now won't I. I met my shrink today. I don't think she's overly fond of me. In fact, I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me. But then that could be because I wasn't the most cooperative of patients. I know I have to be here, and there's nothing that can be done to get me the fuck out, but still. I don't really want to have to sit in a room and tell some bitch behind a desk why it is I cut myself when I haven't even really done that. I have to lie, and while yeah--if I really want to lie well, I can, but that's not the point. What am I supposed to say? I'm depressed?

Current mood: distressed
Current music: The Regulator by Clutch

So, I knew things were fucked up before. Really I did. I was well aware of the fact that my life, and everything in it was massively fucked. Like, in such a fashion that everything I touch turns to suck really fucking fast. And, occasionally, like the stupid fucking bastard that I am, I sometimes forget for a short while. I think I wrote about this recently, what the fuck. Didn't I already learn my lesson?

Current mood: distressed
Current music: The Rooster by Alice In Chains

You know back home, I had things deadened down. I killed most of the emotions I had, and I'd liked it that way. It was easier, not paying attention. Just head down, day in, day out, look for trouble when I couldn't quite shut out all the noise. It worked pretty well. It kept me from feeling like shit twenty four seven. The only thing I hadn't been able to kill was the anger. That was always there, beneath the surface, and it was the only one I couldn't control. I couldn't push it back, I couldn't shut it down.

mood angry

I find what hurt her, and it dies messy. Nothing gets to hurt her like that. I can't even think straight right now. She's just...so still. You know I always knew the world was a shitty place, but that's so much clearer now, seeing Ten laying there so hurt. Some things you never forget. This is going to be one of them.

Current mood: confused
Current music: The Undertaker by Puscifer

I'm sitting at Nevermore, working for Dorian, and that's fine. Easy. I don't mind that at all, and at least it's giving me a few minutes to think. And really. Holy fucking what the hell, man? Seriously. I just...I have NO IDEA right now what the hell's going on. No fucking clue at all. I thought things were fine, and then BANG they're soooo not. I'm at that stage of What The Fuck. That sort of numb, blank 'OH SHIT' feeling that won't quite go away.

Current mood: contemplative
Current music: Kimberly's Ghost by Dope

I've met new people a lot lately. I'm still getting a feel for this town, and the more people I meet, the more I think it's more fucked up than it first appears. I met a girl, Poppy, who I had a very off conversation with. I'll probably see her around because the town is so small, but I'm not sure I'll go out of my way to talk to her again. I'll have to see.

Current mood: cynical
Current music: Burned Out by Sevendust

First of all, Melia. Flesh eating mermaid. The short short version is she's fucking insane, by human's standards, doesn't get a lot of things and immediately assumes anything she doesn't understand is unimportant or stupid. Not exactly the most companionable of people. She also mentioned knowing a vampire named Val. Not that that means shit to me. For all I know, Marquette's crawling with vampires who are just better at keeping themselves hidden than others.In a town like this, you would have to be subtle, I guess.

Current mood: indifferent
Current music: Woke Up This Morning by Alabama 3

Sometimes I look in the mirror, and I'm not sure what the fuck I'm looking at. Human? Demon? Something in between? I try not to fuck up, but I know I do. And lately it's harder to ignore. Fuck that, it's always been hard to ignore, but now it's just in my face a lot more clearly. Dorian seems to notice. The parents never did. I took off for a week once.

Who: Manhattan, Reese, and Bryson
Where: An alleyway near Mya's Diner and then the hospital
When: Night, following this scene

Manhattan never consciously felt the impact on her bruised and battered body hitting the pavement in the alleyway that spilled out into the lighted street near Mya's Diner after Theo dropped her, the demon circling around once before he shifted direction to fly off toward his home.

She never felt the pain as her shoulder dislocated or the break of her arm or a couple ribs. She laid there unmoving. Her body mangled. Her breathing shallow and ragged that one would think she was more dead then alive.

Who: Leija and Caleb
When: late night
Where: park, then Chrissy The Bitch's house

Some teenagers snuck out their windows and down a trellis. They weren't lucky enough to have wings, poor them. It was just before midnight when Leija opened her window and climbed out onto the roof of the back porch. She crouched there a moment and tucked the earbuds of her iPod into her ears. In just a tanktop and jeans, she waited a moment, just taking in the sensation of the rough shingles against her bare feet. Then she closed her eyes brought her wings out, and launched herself off the roof. Flying was really one of her singular pleasures. She wasn't sure how it all worked, but she'd never been spotted, either, so far as she could tell. Which was interesting, seeing as how her wings were made out of flames. But, she wasn't going to look a gift-horse in the mouth. It was a while before she was tired enough to land again. Her feet touched down on the soft grass of Trowbridge Park and she started to walk, looking around at the dark, humming lightly with the music in her ears.

Caleb was out wandering around. Also listening to music, and almost looking for trouble. Or more he wouldn't mind if trouble decided to fall on his head. Which probably wasn't a good sign. Looking for a fight would probably come next. He knew how his head worked, and that was how. Sooo yeah. He paused as his batteries died on him, and he made a little frustrated noise and patted his pockets as if the magic battery fairy had left some on his person. Which he knew damn well were mostly empty aside from random bubblegum machine jewelry for Melia and some loose change. But he had to check anyhow.

Who: Caius, Lydia, Dorian, and Mathias
Where: The Giamatti residence
When: 7:00 PM and Later

Caius blew a lungful of smoke into the dark air of the backyard as he leaned in the doorway. It was Wednesday night, he felt awesome, people were starting to arrive, everything was more than kosher. His mom was settled in her room for the night, humming as she knitted with her headphones over her ears, listening to a book on tape. She didn't mind this, really, she told Caius time and time again she liked the feeling of having people in the house, even if she never saw them. She trusted him to take care of anything that needed taking care of. He thought she just missed his brothers.

In any case, the basement was set up with the tables, music filtered up the stairs faintly, and he was watching someone else approach from around the side of the house. Caius didn't recognize the face, and he always knew his players. "Whoa there, compadre," he said as the dark-haired young man started up the steps. Caius gave him a crooked, reassuring grin. One had to be welcoming, but there were rules that had to be gone over with the new people.

who: Caleb and Jamie
where: their houses (phone conversation)
when: late

It was now Too Late For Housework o'clock, but that didn't stop Jamie. She felt revitalized after talking to Isaac (except horribly guilty, because she was fairly sure she'd implanted the seeds for a mega crush tonight), so now she was cleaning up the mess Chrissy had made. She'd just finished removing the glass from the window frame, very carefully, and now she was putting the bigger pieces in her trash can (still very carefully). She'd turned her PC back on shuffle mode in Caleb's playlist, and it played softly in the background while she worked.

It took him longer than he'd thought to unpack his stuff. He didn't even have much of it, but he'd actually even put up posters and the like, finally giving his room a lived in sort of appearance as opposed to the occasionally occupied storage closet it had looked like before. He flopped back on his bed, which he'd made for once in his life, and stared at the phone. Of course he'd been looking at it on and off all night now, as long as he'd been putting his room away, anyhow. He took Jamie's phone number out of his pocket and looked it over, even if he remembered the number. This hadn't been the first time he'd gotten so far as to take the number out either. Finally, he just said fuck it, picked up the phone and dialed before he could talk himself out of it again.

Who: Dorian and Mathias
Where: The Lockwood Residence
When: 9:15 PM

Wednesdays were ridiculously long. Twelve hour shifts at Nevermore should be outlawed, though he didn't have enough business to hire anyone else on part time. With he and Harper working full time, they put in just the right number of hours, but Wednesday was her day off. It meant he had to work after dark, that he had to leave the store while wearing sunglasses. As ridiculous as he looked, it served it's purpose, but he couldn't drive in the dark. Dorian slipped the sun glasses off his face as he entered his home, closing his eyes for a moment as he sighed.

He'd planned to go play poker tonight. He wasn't actually sleepy, just... tired. But some real social interaction would be good for him and would probably make him feel better the day after. All he had to do was grab a bite to eat and get his ass over there. It went till after midnight, so he wasn't exactly late. He just wouldn't be the first to arrive.

Who: Jamie and Isaac
When: 9ish on
Where: on the phone!

It was a little after nine. She'd managed to get her grandfather to take his medication, and now he was tucked into bed with a book to read. Jamie was curled up on her bed, hugging her knees and trying to ignore the chill of cold coming in through her broken window. She hadn't even managed to get herself to clean the mess yet, let alone try to seal the window. She'd probably have to sleep on the couch tonight, or risk getting herself sick from the cold air seeping into her room. Tears were still tracking silently down her cheeks and her body was rigid and stiff from stress, her shoulders locked up. It was painful, but it was just too much to try to block, or to try to relax from. Even she couldn't be strong all the time. Just a few more minutes, and she'd get up to clean... just a few more minutes.

Isaac had made his phone call to Harper. He'd had a few false-starts on them before he'd managed. He hoped the sounds of men talking and a tow-truck rumbling in the background helped to back up his story. He'd forgotten his phone at home, gotten stranded when the serpentine belt on the car blew, and had to walk to a payphone. He'd cut through a couple of backlots and gotten himself filthy from the mud leftover from yesterday's rain. There was some trouble with the parents, some trouble with getting a truck out to where he was, and by the time the entire ordeal was over? He was trudging back into the house with his dad and it was nine o'clock. Too disheartened to suggest they try some more that night, Isaac just apologized over and over and asked if he could call her some other time. She'd been nice about it, but he still felt like shit. He walked up to his room and started stripping. He wanted to talk to somebody, but didn't want to bug Thom again. So on a random whim, Isaac turned on some soft music, picked up the phone, and set it to dial Jamie's number.