Phoenix Lange
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Can we get past your evil plan and just fight now? Your kind of boring
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 5, 2009 19:26:41 GMT 1
Phoenix actually died a little more inside as she took downed another drink. She looked at Xander and sighed again. “What the hell.” She sighed out as she took another drink she figured she couldn’t get any worse than she was now. Sighing she started to pour herself another drink and then gently moved the bottle out of the way. She really didn’t want to break another one. Her hand still hurt like no other from the first bottle she broke.
“He was like a dad to me….I went off to the army and got captured and got the shit beat out of me daily. Army being the morons that they are gave my family the wrong new. They died. I was left alone. Then Clarkson comes along at first I hated him did things he told me not to. Acted out. Then one day Clarkson showed me he wasn’t leaving me…that he was sticking around. I actually call my dad. Then one day I go out patrolling. It’s maybe a few months before my birthday. I get beat by demons fed on by vamps and left for dead by Clarkson. He tried to kill me put me in a coma.” She took a small sip of her drink. She was starting to get a bit angry agian. So she took a deep breath. “See how I look now?” She looked down at her drink “Clarkson set a trap for me…he wants me dead in the worse way…I’ve got no idea why but he does.”
She kept her eyes on her glass. “I’d really like to know why.” She said softly maybe above a whisper “I’d also like to know how many girls he’s killed. I’m not letting him get away with it anymore.”
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Jonathan Locke
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 5, 2009 19:36:52 GMT 1
((Gah, posted at the same time. Never mind, yours works better than mine!))
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Xander Harris
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Post by Xander Harris on May 6, 2009 5:40:36 GMT 1
Xander shook his head in awe and disgust as he listened to her speak to him intently. He noticed her tremble a bit while she explained what happen. (That S.O.B. will not get away with this I'm going to get to the bottom of this. How many more girls has he murdered? I have to tell Giles what's up and get some answers soon.)
"I'm so sorry." Xander gave Phoenix an apologetic look. "Phoenix, I promise you I will get to the bottom of this whole thing and find that piece of shit disgrace." He gave her a reassuring look. "I hope you know this is not your fault at all, he failed at his job. He failed you, and everyone else in the fight, don't blame yourself for his pitiful and weak actions." Xander sounded much older then usual. (I sound like Giles)
"I'm going to find out why they gave up on you and who knew about this." he looked at her in her eyes with hope. "I won't give up on you. I'm calling Rupert Giles as soon as I can to get to the bottom of all this and he better not be involved in this mess." (I sure hope not, for Giles sake.) "I promise you that I'm going to find you a watcher hopefully Giles recommended, and even if they don't approve it. Even Giles tries to say no, I will be your watcher then." (God help me, if I find this man, because If I do, he is dead. Especially if he has done this and made a habit of this.)
Xander gave her a concerned look and sighed at her massive drink on she had going. "Phoenix, maybe Jonathan or myself should take you home and first thing tomorrow, I will personally take care of all this and get to the bottom of this." he said with a small smile.
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Jonathan Locke
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 6, 2009 14:31:35 GMT 1
A smile slowly crept across Jonathan's face.
I knew the Xanman would come through... now it's just a waiting game.[/color]
"Works for me." Jonathan said, leaning back in his chair. He went to prop his feet up on the table, but the barman gave him a dirty look, so he just settled for resting back.
"How's that sound to you Phoenix? Xan-dude, you've got my number, you need any help in tracking this guy down... well, y'know."
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Phoenix Lange
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Can we get past your evil plan and just fight now? Your kind of boring
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 6, 2009 16:39:50 GMT 1
Phoenix sipped her drink and sighed. When Xander was talking. She was listening or at least trying to. The plan of getting mind blowing drunk was working a little to well. Her head snapped up though when he said be her watcher if no one else would take her. Her eyes moved from Xander to Jonathan. She looked more like a frightened child than a 21 year old slayer who lived on her one. “They gave up on me because I don’t trust watchers. I can’t help it really I just can’t. I’m surprised I can sit here and talk to you two. But I’m going to guess its Mr. Jack Daniels that is to blame for that.” She let out a small giggle
Hearing them both say that she should go home she had to resist making a pouting face. She so wasn’t use to people subjecting what she should do anymore. Finishing her drink she nodded “Alright. But here….” she asked the bartender for a pen and paper. He gave her a pen and napkin. She rolled her eyes and then wrote down her cell and home number and handed it to them both. “So you can get a hold of me when you find something out.”
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Xander Harris
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Post by Xander Harris on May 7, 2009 5:37:36 GMT 1
Xander sat and listened carefully at Phoenix explanation. It made Xander's heart break. (Why would the council just give up on such a great girl, she doesn't deserve this kind of treatment..) Xander let out a small awkward smile at her joke.
Xander took another swig as Phoenix wrote down her number and handed it to him. He could tell she wasn't happy about being told to go home, but Xander knew it was for own good. Xander already knew from experience that drinking doesn't solve anyone's problems especially an abandon slayer. Xander reached into his pocket and pulled out his Council's business card and wrote his cell number on the back and handed it to her. "Yeah, I know I'm a dork" Xander sighed . "A watcher business card, but they made them for me for free. Phoenix. I'll call you when you when I find out whats going on here, and I promise you I will find out, but until then if you need anything and i mean anything don't hesitate to call me or Mr. Blond dude here." Xander tried not to laugh.
Xander finished his beer,slammed it down and looked at his phone that sent a surprised look to his face.. "Dam, already?.... Now, I believe I have some extra patrolling to do courtesy of Buffy being where ever she may be." He looked over at Jonathan and nodded which hopefully he got that it meant to keep an eye on Phoenix and make sure shes gets home okay. Xander had way to many bad experiences with drunk slayers. "You both get home okay and get some z's because I think for all of us it's going to be a long brutal day ahead of us. Now its time for the Xan - Man to strike some fear in the hearts of some poor unsuspecting vampires and their demon cousins, or at least I'll try and get beat up." he chuckled to himself. "See you both tomorrow and we will take care of this and who ever is involved." He nodded and smiled at both of them. "Adios muchachos." he waved and started his way out of the club.
As the young watcher maneuvered his away through the dancing teens he couldn't help but think about what kind of horrible things that Phoenix has gone through. He was determined to get to the bottom of this to punish Clarkson and anyone else in the council involved in this treason. (Giles you better have some answers for me and they better be good....Buffy where are ya? I could use some help with this.) Something in Xander knew that he was going to have to do this without Buffy's help. They put him second to Buffy for a reason, now he has to prove to everyone exactly why. Xander made his way out the door and towards St. Luke's.
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Jonathan Locke
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 7, 2009 22:49:20 GMT 1
Jonathan nodded back at Xander as he pocketed Phoenix's number and watched Xander leave the bar.
Don't worry Xan, I know how important these young Slayers are to you and it'll be a cold day in hell before I let anything happen to this one.[/color]
Not that Jonathan wasn't sure that Phoenix couldn't take care of herself, but she was in rough shape right now. Jonathan took a very quick mental recap of the nights proceedings and leant on the table to ponder for a moment.
This is good, but... there's something really bugging me about all of this... there's more to this than meets the eye, but the only people who know the answers to what I want to know are going to need some... persuading.[/color]
He shifted round towards Phoenix.
"I definitely think it's time to call it a night. You got a place to stay? You can crash at mine if you need to, either way, I got a car outside and I get you back home no problemo." He told Phoenix with a smile, though in honesty he still had a strange nagging feeling about this whole affair.
I think I'm gonna do a little investigating of my own, because something really isn't right here and it goes way beyond Watchers turning on Slayers...[/color]
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Phoenix Lange
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Can we get past your evil plan and just fight now? Your kind of boring
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 8, 2009 23:48:13 GMT 1
Phoenix sighed softly as she paid the bartender and got up. Streaching somewhat and then winced. “Not it’s fine…I can walk.” truth was she didn’t want anyone knowing where she lived. She didn’t know Jonathan well enough and she didn’t know Xander either. A phone number was as much as they where going to get. The only way they could contact her. Taking in a deep breath she moved away from the bar and ran her unhurt hand through her hair. She could see the concern in Jonathan’s face. Seeing it caused her to sigh softly. That looked reminded her of her father.
“I’ll be fine. I can walk. I’m only a tad bit drunk” As she said the words she knew they where a lie but she couldn’t allow anymore help. Them looking into Clarkson was enough.
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