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Nothing but time. [29 Oct 2004|02:58pm]

[ mood | nervous ]

The carpet on the hallway floor outside Cordelia's room was beginning to wear thin now. From this. This little dance he did at the start of every night, just after sunset. No matter if he had just seen her ten minutes ago, five hours ago, last night. Every night, he paced outside her room, ears trained to pick up any little sound from within. Her yawning, her stirring in the room, flipping through photo albums. Obsessed? Maybe.

It had been a couple weeks since she came back. The first one and a half had been spent convincing her that he, Gunn, Fred, and Lorne were her friends. There was enough evidence in her photos, in everything. Now it was the struggle to get her to remember. It was like, wherever she was, her entire memory was wiped clean. It was teeth-gnashingly frustrating, to say the least. He would have given anything, to hear, at least, the old Cordy come back. The sarcastic, sniping, Prom Queen. Just anything, instead of the half vacant, blank stares she greeted him with most of the time.

His mind kept travelling back to that night. The night that Connor ambushed him, and dropped him into the ocean for his summer vacation. What had she wanted to say to him? Why out at such a vaguely romantic spot? If it was what he kept thinking it was... no. First, back to normal. Then worry about wooing the girl. He paused in his pacing, and knocked softly on her door.

[ Open to Cordelia ]

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I suck at playing host. [10 Jul 2004|03:35pm]

[ mood | awkward ]

Annie had stayed the night.

It had been late to begin with, and once you factored in the injuries she had sustained during her scuffle with the vampires that evening, she couldn't really be expected to just pick herself up and head home. Connor didn't mind having her, she was nice company, and he sort of felt like it was his duty to look after her for a day or two, just to make sure she was really all right before she went back to her usual routine.

That didn't make it any less awkward. He really wasn't used to haveing someone of the opposite sex around. At the hotel, it hadn't been a big deal. Everyone had their own room and pretty much stayed out of each other's way as best they could. Here, they were both cooped up in a fairly small space, and he was having trouble sussing out just what was appropriate and what, well, wasn't. He had, however, decided that it was polite to let her have his bed, and so he had slept on the floor, using a spare pillow as padding and his jacket as a blanket.

Now it was morning, and Connor was finding that he was short on food. They had exhausted the Pop-Tart and Snickers supply the night before, which meant one thing: it was time to go shopping.

All right. But with what money?

He sighed and went to find his boots, which he tugged on and laced up immediately upon locating. "I'm gonna go out and find us some breakfast," he told Annie, who had just emerged from the tiny, run-down bathroom -- the only other room present, since the main area of the loft served as bedroom, living area, and kitchen, if it could actually be called any of those. Really, it was nothing more than a sparse scattering of furniture and a busted-up black and white TV.

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Just the Beginning [10 May 2004|08:48pm]

[ mood | working ]

Stockton, California. Northern California Women's Facility. I had only looked at the drab, chain link and razor ribbon enrobed building, and I already felt the need for a shower. Unfortunately, my nice comfortable bathroom was a private corporate jet and limo ride away. Besides, I had come up here with a mission, and I wasn't about to leave emptyhanded. No matter how grimy I felt.

I adjusted my suit jacket, making sure the clip-on visitor's badge hung straight and didn't damage the fine silk too much. "And your relation to the inmate, Ms. Morgan?" I shot the guard behind the counter a withering look, perfectly crimson lips forming a smirk. It was a stupid question, and as such, the woman should be made to feel stupid. I made this woman's whole yearly salary in a matter of a couple months. It's best if we all remembered just who was better and, more importantly, in charge here. "I'm her lawyer." She nodded shortly, gesturing for me to walk around to the side door. It led to a short hallway, then the visitor's room. Already there was loving and concerned family members gathered around the bays of windows and phone receivers. I took the seat indicated by the guard in the room, setting my briefcase down next to my chair. I picked up the phone and waited.

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[06 May 2004|04:10pm]

Into this night I wander, it's morning that I dread. Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread. Oh, into the sea of waking dreams, I follow without pride. Nothing stands between us here and I won't be denied...

I had the earphones tucked into my ears, the walkman on full blast, heading down the sidewalk in the cooling night. I hated having to walk home. Stupid Mrs. Kimble, making us stay late at practice. It's not my fault Ellie and Miranda didn't bother to learn their positions. I missed my bus, and on the one day I don't carry my roller skates with me. Oh well. It was a nice cool night, even for the long walk I had.

I was thinking about dinner, about how my stomach was already rumbling and how I couldn't wait to get home, and maybe order pizza. The next thing I knew, my shoulders jerked back as something.. someone.. grabbed my backpack hard, sending me flying through the air. The alley I was pulled into was dark, it was too hard to see at first what was there. I screamed, from simply shock and surprise, top-of-my-lungs, movie queen scream. Then I remembered one thing I had seen and heard over and over in self defense videos.

"FIRE! HELP ME! FIRE!" The hands on my back shifted, spinning me around, slamming me hard into a brick wall. Hard enough that my head smacked into the rock, the air driven out of my lungs. My screams turning into a fit of noiseless gasp, trying to get a breath. I looked into the guy's face for the first time, at the other three guys behind him. Their eyes glinted yellow in the low light; they had ridges in their foreheads like... like they weren't even human.

I caught my breath and shrieked again, cut short when he slammed me into the wall again. The back of my head was throbbing and stars danced in my vision.

Oh God.. I'm gonna die...
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