Phoenix Lange
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 3, 2009 1:00:27 GMT 1
Phoenix limped gently as she walked into the bar. Tonight was just not her night. As she sat down she winced. The bartender looked at her strangely and a hint of worry. But it soon disappeared as she asked for the strongest drink they had. She got a few more stares as she looked around. She cocked an eyebrow. She knew she was in pain but she didn’t know how bad of a beating she got. As she turned back to face the bar she caught a look at herself. She studied her face and frowned. She had a busted lip, a black eye, cuts and bruises everywhere. Her nose was a bit bloody and she had a slight gash above her eyebrow. When she looked down at her hands she took in a shaky breath. Her hands where much worse than her face. They where covered in blood, skin peeled off, covered in dirt and swollen. She shuddered slight at the thought of what the rest of her body looked like. People could probably see her back since she wore a black tank top. She gently ran a hand through her hair and she sighed as she put her hand back down her hair was a mess as well. Yep tonight was definitely not Phoenix’s night.
She mumbled a thank you when her drink was placed in front of her. She took in a sharp breath as she picked up the glass and pain shot through her hand. But she pushed it aside and took a long sip. It stung and not in a good way. Alcohol and cuts didn’t mix well she mentally slapped herself as she caused more pain to herself. “What a great slayer I am” she whispered to herself “I can’t even take car of myself.” She was upset with herself for getting as hurt as she was but she was angrier with Clarkson.
The rat was the reason behind her beating. She knew he was. There was no way that many vampires would attack at once with a few other demons if they didn’t know who they where attacking. She growled lowly as she took another drink. She was going to pay him back. She was going to make sure of it.
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 3, 2009 9:20:03 GMT 1
Jonathan was one of t he guys who had dared to stare at Phoenix as she'd entered the bar, though his reasons were a little different. No, nothing like that, you sicko.
The aura of a Slayer was mind boggling. And very strong. Obviously, there was the human element, but it was a human granted innate power by an ancient spell. It was like staring at a colour that didn't exist and the first few times encountered Slayers it had taken him a while to figure it out.
What's more, he sensed another deep seated vendetta of the kind that he was bumping into a lot in Misery.
Well, us vengeful types gotta look out for one another...[/color] Jonathan decided, sidling over and taking a seat next to Phoenix. He looked up at the bar tender.
"Whatever she's drinking, please." Jonathan took a sip when it came and decided he was going to drink this one slowly. He turned to Phoenix. "Must be true, things are getting tougher around here. Especially if Slayers are having to swallow their pity in bars."
Usually Jonathan would beat around the bush, drop a few dumb comments and generally be a little irritating before showing he knew what someone was, but he wasn't in the mood tonight and he guessed that the Slayer wasn't either.
Luckily for her, most of those will be gone or going by the morning... if I take a beating like that then I'm out of commission for a few weeks at least.
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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 3, 2009 14:32:43 GMT 1
Phoenix took another sip of her drink and winced but not as bad as the first time. She was getting use to the pain now. Something that always happend. Taking in a deep breath she winced again. *Must have some cracked ribs or something.* She thought for a moment before taking another sip of her drink. This time she smirked as it went down.
She looked over at Jonathan as he sat down beside her and ordered the same thing. Taking another drink she looked down at her hands. But she looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow when he spoke.
"Must be true, things are getting tougher around here. Especially if Slayers are having to swallow their pity in bars." He said.
For some reason that comment really pissed her off. She guessed it was probably suppose to but still. Cant a girl drink without getting even more pissed off. "I am not swallowing my self pity. I have no pity thank you very freaking much." was all she could really growle out before taking another drink.
It wasn't even the demons and vampires that did this that she was worried about. She had taken care of them. No what she was worried about was Clarkson. Her rat bastard of an ex watcher.
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 3, 2009 16:43:48 GMT 1
Wow, this girl was pissed off. And not just about the beating she'd taken - there was obviously something eating away at her. Jonathan wasn't too concerned about what it was; hell, we've all got our issues. But it was nice to see a women who wasn't actively pissed off at him for a change. Not that Jonathan was a bad guy, he was just... well, a jerk sometimes. He couldn't really help it, well, he could help it if he wanted to, but being a jerk sometimes was fun.
Not tonight.[/color] He warned himself. Sternly. I came over because something has caused that to happen to a Slayer. Not because I wanted to be pummelled myself.[/color]
Jonathan took another sip of the drink and turned back to the bar, nodding.
"Maybe not..." He replied, "Hell, I know how that feels. When you've cried so many tears that your tear ducts just dry up and refuse to work even when you really need them to. But you can't just stomp around and scream either, partly because people are watching, but mostly because you're trying to stay strong just for yourself. And then you realise that you've been beat down and humiliated so many times that you can't feel pity anymore, because feeling pity suggests that you feel anything other than hate and anger and misery and all that keeps you going is the burning fires of revenge... Heh. Jonathan chortled to himself softly, taking another drink. This stuff wasn't that bad, once you got over the initial shock.
"So yeah... we're both rowing away in the bowls of the same ship. Fuck knows where it's going because we can't see and fuck knows who's at the helm because he never shows his face. So all we can do is keep pulling away and hope that we get where we're going. Because sure... you know what you want to do when you get there." He took another pull on the drink and exhaled deeply. He was silent for a moment.
"By the way, I noticed you winced when you took a deep breath. Try keeping an ice pack on those ribs for 24 hours and then apply a heat pad. Should help promote healing."
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Phoenix Lange
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 4, 2009 1:56:59 GMT 1
"Maybe not...Hell, I know how that feels. When you've cried so many tears that your tear ducts just dry up and refuse to work even when you really need them to. But you can't just stomp around and scream either, partly because people are watching, but mostly because you're trying to stay strong just for yourself. And then you realize that you've been beat down and humiliated so many times that you can't feel pity anymore, because feeling pity suggests that you feel anything other than hate and anger and misery and all that keeps you going is the burning fires of revenge" he said after a moment.
When he started talking again she looked away form her drink and looked over at him. Her eyebrow raised up as he started to talk about feelings and revenge. Her eyebrow went up even higher to what he said next.
"So yeah... we're both rowing away in the bowls of the same ship. Fuck knows where it's going because we can't see and fuck knows who's at the helm because he never shows his face. So all we can do is keep pulling away and hope that we get where we're going. Because sure... you know what you want to do when you get there."he said.
She turned back to her drink and finished it. She ordered another one. Asking if they could make it a bit stronger. She really didn't give a damn if anyone thought she was drink it all to fast...she was getting pissed off more and more and it wasn't really Jonathan's fault. In reality she was pissed off that she let Clarkson hurt her yet again. It pissed her off even more that Jonathan said exactly how she felt.
"By the way, I noticed you winced when you took a deep breath. Try keeping an ice pack on those ribs for 24 hours and then apply a heat pad. Should help promote healing." He said after a long moment.
Hearing him Phoenix nodded once before she took a drink of her new drink. She coughed some what. Yeah the bartender made it nice and strong it burned on the way down and made the cuts on her lips feel like they where on fire. When she cough though she winced again. "Funny thing is....demons and vampires and warlocks and all the other things that go bump in the night don't piss me off or anything....i find it fun to play with them....to get a work out every now and then...." she took another drink. She closed her eyes for a moment as the drink burned her throat. "What pisses me off are watchers...." she looked over at Jonathan"Watcher that don't give a damn about their slayers.....'' she said softly. She wasn't really saying it to him. More like she was speaking out loud to herself.
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Jonathan Locke
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 4, 2009 15:10:14 GMT 1
Watchers? Ah, don't get me started on those good for nothing, smarmy assholes. Bunch of wannabe middle-class, horse owning bastards... Jonathan's mind started to tirade before forcing on the breaks, reversing and starting again. Jonathan wasn't a big fan of any authority figure. "Watchers that don't give a damn about their Slayers..." she had said. That's where the bigger issue was. She'd had a BAD Watcher experience.
Jonathan finished off the drink he had and waved for another one before turning to look Phoenix in the eyes.
"You get the shit kicked out of you and your first reaction is to hit a bar. Even amongst Slayers, that makes you harder than coffin nails. I'm guessing it's been a long time since you've realistically needed a Watcher. What's your name, Slayer?" He asked.
We've got revenge in common.[/color]
An idea he'd had before was starting to take shape, but once again he tucked it away for later.
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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 4, 2009 16:19:13 GMT 1
Taking another sip of her drink she looked back down. Taking in a few deep breaths she tried to calm down just a bit. She was already plotting something for dear old Clarkson. She was already planning something out of the norm for her. But she had to wait for the right time. *He’s going to pay….he’s going to wish he had listened to me.* then her thoughts got away with her. She was choosing what weapons to use. How to use them and what else to use. Even the thought of him begging made her giggle in her head. But the happy feeling went away and she downed her second drink and asked for another one. Taking in a deep breath she nodded to the bartender when he gave her, her third drink. Taking a sip she looked over at Jonathan when he spoke again.
"You get the shit kicked out of you and your first reaction is to hit a bar. Even amongst Slayers, that makes you harder than coffin nails. I'm guessing it's been a long time since you've realistically needed a Watcher. What's your name, Slayer?" he said.
*Realistically needed a watcher? I’ve always needed a watcher…..but the one I want is an evil back stabbing son of whore…..who is trying to k….* That thought made her wince. So she pushed it aside. She couldn’t think of that. Not now, not ever. “Phoenix.” She said before taking another drink. “And you? What’s your?”
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Jonathan Locke
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 4, 2009 16:32:14 GMT 1
"Jonathan." Jonathan replied with a smile. He would've gone to shake her hand but that seemed like a bad idea right about now. Besides, she was obviously very distracted and seemed to need to wallow. That was okay, he could deal with that.
"So I take it you had some kind of problem with your Watcher in the past? Are you still with the Watcher's Council or have you gone rogue?" Jonathan asked, hoping to get her to open up a little bit more and she, slightly embarrassingly, put drinks away faster than Jonathan.
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Phoenix Lange
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Post by Phoenix Lange on May 4, 2009 16:48:26 GMT 1
Phoenix sighed softly and nodded. “Nice to meet you.” She said softly. She toyed with her glass as she tried to will the pain away. Tonight was just not a good night. But she had asked for it. She shouldn’t have trusted him he said he wanted to help. *Damn me. Damn him.* She thought.
"So I take it you had some kind of problem with your Watcher in the past? Are you still with the Watcher's Council or have you gone rogue?" Jonathan asked
That caused Phoenix to laugh. Some kind problem? Oh that was funny. She winced as soon as she laughed though. It hurt to laugh. “He’s tried to kill me 4 times….i’m like this,” she points to her wounds "Because he wants me dead...And I have no idea why...” Then she thought about his next question. Taking a long sip of her drink she put the glass down. “No I’m no longer with the council.” She answered softly.
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Jonathan Locke
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Perfectionism [per-fek-shuh-niz-uhm] -noun: The state of being Jonathan Locke.
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Post by Jonathan Locke on May 4, 2009 18:10:30 GMT 1
Jonathan listened to what she was saying as he took several large gulps of the drink... it was definitely going down easier now.
A watcher trying to kill a Slayer...[/color]
That set Jonathan's blood to boil. Not just because he had an innate dislike of Watchers anyway, but because Phoenix was implying that he was still a Watcher. The lives of a lot of women could rest in his hands over the years and yet he was obviously a liability. Granted, those women would be Slayers, but even they were invincible.
Jonathan whipped round to face Phoenix again. The anger was there in his eyes, though he was doing his best not to let it get the better of him. In fact he'd nearly sat out his drink when she'd said he'd tried to kill her four times.
"Does the Council know about this guy? Phoenix, this could be really serious, getting hold of this guy could mean more than just ending a vendetta..." Jonathan fidgeted for a moment. He needed a cigarette. "Who knows how many times he's done something similar before? And since!"
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