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"Buffy hon can you get that last box out of the car!" Joyce yelled out
to her oldest daughter.

Buffy Summers sighed and just rolled her eyes. Why couldn't Dawn get
the box. More than likely it was going in the younger girl's room
anyway. Reaching into the trunk of the car for the box, Buffy almost
laughed out loud when she saw the name 'Dawn' on the box. Wow, if only
she would have bet.

It had been hard moving to a new town. . Saying goodbye to everyone in
LA. But it had also been for the better to. Buffy had been angry with
her father when he ran off. He had just up and left them. How could he
do that to her mom. . .to Dawn. . to her! But then her mom had met
Giles and well, everything turned out ok. Except for the whole moving
part.

Picking up the box, she stumbled a little under the weight of it.
"What does she have in here bricks." Buffy mumbled walking up the
stairs of the front porch and into the house. Carrying the box
upstairs she sat it with a 'thump' on the floor.

Turning, she made her way to her own room and decided to start
unpacking. Right away she found that was a bad idea. Opening up the
first box she found a necklace that Ryan had given her. She had broken
up with him the day before they had left LA. It was a beautiful, yet
simple opal on a gold chain. Hurridly she put it on her dresser and
kept going through the box. Down at the bottom there was a picture.
Her father behind her as she held Dawn for the first time. Buffy sat
on the floor looking at the picture for the longest time. How could he
have just run off like that? Didn't he care? Didn't he love them anymore?

The tears welled up in her eyes and she didn't even hear her mom come in.

"Oh. . honey. . What's the matter?" Joyce asked walking in and
kneeling down by her daughter. Seeing the picture in her hand Joyce
sighed.

"He loves you girls very much, I want you to know that."

"Then why. . . why did he leave? And with someother woman!" Buffy
exclaimed tossing the picture away.

"I . . I can't explain that hon. I have no clue why he left. All I
know is that he is your father. I'm sure that he still loves you girls
greatly." Joyce said trying to calm her daughter.

"I. . I just don't understand." Buffy sighed, standing to do somemore
unpacking.

Hello,

I would like to audition for a part in the broken wings group. I
want to play an original charecter a half demon/half human named
Mailce. I'd like her to have had some history with Spike at some
point,and she would like very much to see him bad again (A la Darla
with Angel) so she decides to  "help" at broken wings to try to turn
him, in addition to trying to manipulate  the crew there to her own
agenda.


Name Malice
Height 5'8
Weight 135
Eyes Change color depending on her mood
Hair Very long straight jet black hair
Skin complexion Chalk white
Age Appears to be in early 20's, she is in actuality over 228 years
old.

Usually dressed in very skimpy fetish gear. She has various tribal
tattoos, but they always seems to be in different places on her
body,and in different configurations. Extremely large chested, and
she uses this to her advantage, as usually men(and some women) are
too busy staring to fight or see what she is up to.(for a visual of
what she looks like check out a issue/pic from Tarot: Witch of the
Black Rose. She looks like Raven Hex)


Assassin. Dominatrix. Thief. The half demon known as Malice has been
all of these. Stunningly beautiful,she has worked in the
supernatural brothels where mortal men come to sample the pleasures
of demonic females. She has always been money motivated, and has
done whatever for whoever had the biggest checkbook. She has done
work for Wolfram and Hart as a "cleaner" on more than one occasion.
She is extremely intelligent and equally flirtatious. She loves
physical pleasure and tries to indulge herself as much as possible.
Malice is a skilled manipulator and loves to play mind games.

Powers and abilities: Similar to Vampires, she has supernatural
strength, speed, agility, reflexes and durability. She has
supernatural senses. She heals extremely quickly from injury and is
immune to cold, toxins and disease. She can cling to surfaces (a la
spider-man) She ages inversely, so the older she gets the slower she
ages. She can generate a variety of effects by touching someone, it
is unknown whether she generates some sort of toxin, or is
manipulating the victims physiology by purely mystical means. Some
examples are causing the person to feel extreme pain, euphoria,
nausea or arousal.


Audition Post "Old friends are better dead"

(Morocco, 11:53pm)
She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, moving with eerie supernatural
grace. She was near her target now, she could smell him. A smile
crept across her lips. He though he was safe, that he had gotten
away.If he had been smart he would have known that they would send
her, and there was no getting away from her. No one ever had, or
ever would. She looked down over the side of the small building, her
eyes pulling her somewhat distant target into view. "Oh Cyrus my
dear....you've been a naughty boy" she said in a near whisper.

Cyrus Grant walked quickly down the street. He was nervous. He had
thought being here in Morrocco would ease some of the dread that he
felt. But it still griped him in it's steely fingers,and each time
he went out he was constanly looking over his shoulder. Maybe he
could just give the money back...and they would forgive him. He
stopped in his tracks. How could he think something so utterly
stupid? They would never forgive him. People like that don't know
the meaning of forgiveness. He earned that money...it was his right
to take it. Sure they had payed him well over the years, very well
in fact,but he kept all their dirty secrets, did all their dirty
work, so he felt...no he knew that he desereved more. So when he saw
the opportunity he took it.

Suddenly he heard a voice in his ear."Hello Cyrus" He turned and she
was standing there. Malice. His eyes went wide and he turned and
tried to run. She was standing in front of him in an instant,
blocking his escape. He frantically took out his gun. "Oh
please..don't insult me" she said as she smacked the gun out of his
hand with equal parts speed and contempt. "Cyrus...you've been a bad
boy...." She said, a wicked smile on her lips. The man
froze. "H..hey...Mal. How's it going??" "How's it going? Well, good
for me, very good in fact, and how sweet it is of you to ask.....but
Cyrus, things are bad for you and they are only going to get worse"
Her leg shot out with whip like speed and caught him in the chest.
He felt ribs break as he flew backwards from the
impact. "Wait...wait...WAIT DAMN IT!!! I can explain!!!" He said as
he coughed up blood. "Explain?? Explain how you stole all that money
from Wolfram and Hart, and then tried to disappear??" She wagged her
finger back and forth at him "Naughty, naughty...and you know what
happens to naughty boys" "Look...I'll give you a cut...hell, you can
have it all...just..please don't kill me Mal..for old times
sake....we go way back...cut me some slack" She moved towards him,
shaking her head. "Oh Cyrus...we did have some laughs, didn't we?
Some good times?" The man nodded quickly "We did Mal, lots of
them....what do you say? For old times sake" She stroked his face
and gave him a smile. "For old times sake" The man look
relieved. "Thank you Mal...oh God, thank you so much..I'll
disappear...you'll see I'll be so far off the grid that Wolfram and
Hart will never find me....you'll never have to worry about me
again" She smiled at him and leaned close. She kissed him deeply and
then she broke the kiss slowly and moved close to his ear "I know
that I'll never have to worry about you again, Cyrus...For old times
sake, I'll make sure that you don't suffer" She touched his face
again,and he realized what she was going to do. "Don't..." was all
that Cyrus could get out. He suddenly felt euphoric, all his
worries, all the pain was gone. He felt so good, so happy. She put
her lips to his neck and sucked on it for a few moments, as he
always used to love when she did that. She stoped slowly, and pulled
back to look him in the eyes. "You're so beautiful Mal" "I
know....but thank you just the same for saying so my dear. Goodbye
Cyrus" She stroked his neck, and then gripped it. She jerked his
head violently to the side and the Cyrus' body went limp. She closed
his eyes, kissed his lips softly once more and got up. She took out
the spell that Wolfram and Hart had given her. She placed the small
scroll on the body, and the mans body burst into blue flames, and
then in a bright flash, was gone. "Oh Cyrus, you silly, silly boy"
Malice said softly into the night.

Name: Mackenzie Fuller

Age: 17

Race: Slayer

Appearance: Kristen Bell

Personality: Mackenzie is a bitch.  Plain and simple.  She's always
gotten her own way, and she believes that that's how life should
be.  She is very smart and sarcastic.  Her wit could strike you
where you stand.  She's very independent, and has been on her "own"
for most of her life.

History: Mackenzie Fuller was born to Eric, a stockbroker, and
Lilly, a lawyer, on May 15, 1999.  Her parents, both, made very good
money, so growing up for Mack was extremely easy.  She was given
everything she ever wanted...well, except for quality time with her
parents.

Through the years, Mackenzie learned to take advantage of it.  If
her parents didn't want to spend any time with her, then she'd make
sure they'd have to buy or get her something ridiculous to make her
happy.  In high school, she was, of course, the most popular girl,
and she knew it.  Getting together with the most popular guy, she
couldn't have been happier.

Then one day, she woke up with some weird powers.  She was really
strong, and fast.  She didn't know what was going on.  A man
contacted her, telling her that she was a slayer, and that she
needed to train with them.    She agreed to be shown what he was
talking about, and he brought her face to face with a vampire.

After a few hours of screaming, Mack told him she wasn't interested
in being a slayer, and she left to meet her boyfriend.  Only to find
him cheating on her with the captain of the chess club.  Hurt that
the only person who wanted to spend time with her had hurt her, she
called back the Watcher, and said she'd take the job, telling her
parents that she was going to a special school.

You got it






--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "neptune_boy85"
<neptune_boy85@...> wrote:
>
> Buffy excused herself from the conversation that Giles and Andrew
> were having with yet another potential slayer that had showed up
at
> their doorstep.  It was never-ending, it seemed.  How many were
> there?  She stopped at the kitchen and grabbed a small water from
> the fridge before escaping to her back porch.
>
> It was dusk, and Buffy just relished at how peaceful it seemed.
She
> had dealt with problems before.  Hell, she had been through more
> apocalypse than most, and she's died 2 times, 3 if you count
Warren
> shooting her, but this was different.  Buffy could feel it in her
> soul...in every fiber of her being.  Maybe it was her hormones. Or
> maybe it was the fact that the last several weeks, most of the
> fights have come from within this house.  How are they going to be
> able to win the war, if they can't stand to be in the same room
> together?
>
> Buffy sighed heavily as she took a small sip of her water.  Her
hand
> resting on her belly.  There was a life inside of her, and she was
> terrified.  Only one other slayer has had children, and that
didn't
> turn out well.  Her job.  Her calling was to protect the world,
and
> all she wanted to do was protect this child.  She chuckled to
> herself.  Years with the weight of the world on her shoulders, and
> this, a tiny child, was able to scare her.
>
> It was times like these, Buffy missed her mom.  Missed how she
made
> everything easy.  With all the death in her life, her home was
> always a safe-haven, and now, it was filled with strangers.  Even
> her family was too distracted to see that she needed someone, but
> all that didn't matter.  She allowed her these selfish minutes to
> think about herself, and now, she'd turn around and head back
inside
> to the disaster that was quickly growing.
>
> Buffy took another sip of water, and stared at the beautiful
> sunset.  Running a hand through her hair, she turned around and
> headed for the door, where she opened it reluctantly.  Hearing
loud
> shouts from Giles and Andrew arguing about something, Buffy closed
> the door again.  Maybe just a few more minutes.
>

He's still available. And you know I wouldn't turn you away for
Spike. :P







--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "scribe31us"
<scribe31us@...> wrote:
>
> Hi there,
>
> I auditioned for Spike in Deliver us from Evil some time back but the
> game went south with no postage so I dropped out. I would love to
have
> another crack at Spike if he is available.
>
> Scribe
>

Buffy excused herself from the conversation that Giles and Andrew
were having with yet another potential slayer that had showed up at
their doorstep.  It was never-ending, it seemed.  How many were
there?  She stopped at the kitchen and grabbed a small water from
the fridge before escaping to her back porch.

It was dusk, and Buffy just relished at how peaceful it seemed.  She
had dealt with problems before.  Hell, she had been through more
apocalypse than most, and she's died 2 times, 3 if you count Warren
shooting her, but this was different.  Buffy could feel it in her
soul...in every fiber of her being.  Maybe it was her hormones. Or
maybe it was the fact that the last several weeks, most of the
fights have come from within this house.  How are they going to be
able to win the war, if they can't stand to be in the same room
together?

Buffy sighed heavily as she took a small sip of her water.  Her hand
resting on her belly.  There was a life inside of her, and she was
terrified.  Only one other slayer has had children, and that didn't
turn out well.  Her job.  Her calling was to protect the world, and
all she wanted to do was protect this child.  She chuckled to
herself.  Years with the weight of the world on her shoulders, and
this, a tiny child, was able to scare her.

It was times like these, Buffy missed her mom.  Missed how she made
everything easy.  With all the death in her life, her home was
always a safe-haven, and now, it was filled with strangers.  Even
her family was too distracted to see that she needed someone, but
all that didn't matter.  She allowed her these selfish minutes to
think about herself, and now, she'd turn around and head back inside
to the disaster that was quickly growing.

Buffy took another sip of water, and stared at the beautiful
sunset.  Running a hand through her hair, she turned around and
headed for the door, where she opened it reluctantly.  Hearing  loud
shouts from Giles and Andrew arguing about something, Buffy closed
the door again.  Maybe just a few more minutes.

Hi there,

I auditioned for Spike in Deliver us from Evil some time back but the
game went south with no postage so I dropped out. I would love to have
another crack at Spike if he is available.

Scribe

My own as well unfortunately and sadly.... Basically he doesnt give
up does he the little  shyte...

Audition.. Alright just  let me know who is needed in which groups
and i will audition.. lol lead me to temptation...

My resume is I have been Rping for 13 years, I have mastered Spike
and am working on Lindsey but I also play
Illyria,Buffy,Dawn,Lindsey,Willow..  I do an absolutely evil Ethan
Rayne.. I have experience with the following characters..

Amy Madison
Angelus
Buffy
Darla
Dawn
Drusilla
Doyle
Ethan
Faith
Gavin
Giles
Harmony
Holland
Illyria
Joyce
Kendra
Lilah
Lindsey
Linwood
Oz
Pike
Spike
The Annoited one (Colin)
The Immortal
The Master
Willow
Xander

So lol let me know if you need me to audition and for who...

Joy

Okay everyone, I have started a new group and find myself in need of
some players. Right now I have openings for Willow, Oz, Cordelia,
Mayor Wilkins, Mr. Trick, Principal Snyder, and Joyce Sommers. Check
it out at:
http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/homeiswherethehellmouthis/

This will be a S4 group set before Faith went bad with a twist, a
female Xander from another reality!

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, OMG! Does everyone know about him? Hahahahaha,
sorry - just remembering our runins with him myself.

Liam


--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce"
<jldanna@...> wrote:
>
> Ok, database is updated. We have 27 members. Everyone please check out
> the games and send in your auditions. Don't be shy :P We don't
> bite....unless you ask us to ;)
>
>
> Also, unless I know you, know of you, or invite you....if you don't
> have a complete profile, you won't be here long. Case in point, our
> last two weak Angel auditions. The ID's were created the very day the
> auditions were posted. And since I was informed that our favorite
> resident game thief Chris Nichol (AKA khaosxteam, and benji_jasoper
> and/or benjamin_jasper) intended to return to the land of RP with yet
> ANOTHER new ID....I'm tightening things up here a bit. Just checked the
> member database. Everyone currently here is kosher.
>
> Let's get writing folks!
>
> Jess
>

You know Faith is all yours. :P As if, girlie *pfft* :P







--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Miranda"
<mira_kensing@...> wrote:
>
> Faith hadn't slept well her first night at the Hyperion.  For one
> thing she'd slept alone and that never made for a peaceful night.
> Oh, Robin had given her the big doe eyes and the look that said
he'd
> have been more than happy to rectify her current situation but she
> didn't feel right about it.  Not under Wes's roof.
>
> Another reason for her restless slumber, the musty hotel bed
> reminded her too much of her `Spartan' living conditions back in
old
> Sunnydale.  The room her fake Watcher had descended on and
exploited
> all her insecurities.  Watchers were the root of Faith's problem.
> The first one whose death had marked her.  The second whose
betrayal
> had changed her.  And the third whose inexperience, indifference,
> and eventual contempt had pushed her to the darkest depths of the
> person she'd become.  The one she'd tortured, the one she'd nearly
> killed, the one...who in the long run....had saved her by finding
it
> in his heart to trust her again.
>
> Now here she was, with a crappy bedroom, a head full of insomnia,
a
> bunch of mewling girls wanting her to be their guide dog, and her
ex-
> Watcher somewhere down the hall.  It wasn't supposed to work out
> like this.  Angel was supposed to be here.  The Vamp with a soul
and
> a plan, the one who could tell her what to do without her hating
> him.  And he'd run off to join Evil Inc.  Just like a man, to bail
> just when you needed him.  Who was she supposed to turn to for
> guidance now?  Buffy? Giles? Wesley? All options led to laughter
and
> a conflicted knot at the base of her stomach.  No, she wouldn't be
> turning to any of the Scooby minions for assistance.  And she sure
> as hell wouldn't be turning to Wesley.
>
> She'd figure herself out, one way or another.  She just had to
> figure out a way to get some sleep.  She groaned realizing the
first
> rays of the sun were creeping through her window's faded
curtains.
> Soon enough one of the munchkins would be pounding on her door,
> looking to her to know the way.  She wouldn't be able to help them
> unless she'd gotten at least 15 minutes of sleep.  She stretched
and
> yawned, flopped over one way on the bed.  Sighed, yawned,
stretched,
> and flopped back over the other way.
>
> Faith frowned and grumbled, sleep was a lost cause.  She slid her
> feet onto the floor and decided she might as well get moving.
Maybe
> if she hurried she could find some kind of demon to slay before
> lunch time.
>

Ok, database is updated. We have 27 members. Everyone please check out
the games and send in your auditions. Don't be shy :P We don't
bite....unless you ask us to ;)


Also, unless I know you, know of you, or invite you....if you don't
have a complete profile, you won't be here long. Case in point, our
last two weak Angel auditions. The ID's were created the very day the
auditions were posted. And since I was informed that our favorite
resident game thief Chris Nichol (AKA khaosxteam, and benji_jasoper
and/or benjamin_jasper) intended to return to the land of RP with yet
ANOTHER new ID....I'm tightening things up here a bit. Just checked the
member database. Everyone currently here is kosher.

Let's get writing folks!

Jess

Faith hadn't slept well her first night at the Hyperion.  For one
thing she'd slept alone and that never made for a peaceful night.
Oh, Robin had given her the big doe eyes and the look that said he'd
have been more than happy to rectify her current situation but she
didn't feel right about it.  Not under Wes's roof.

Another reason for her restless slumber, the musty hotel bed
reminded her too much of her `Spartan' living conditions back in old
Sunnydale.  The room her fake Watcher had descended on and exploited
all her insecurities.  Watchers were the root of Faith's problem.
The first one whose death had marked her.  The second whose betrayal
had changed her.  And the third whose inexperience, indifference,
and eventual contempt had pushed her to the darkest depths of the
person she'd become.  The one she'd tortured, the one she'd nearly
killed, the one...who in the long run....had saved her by finding it
in his heart to trust her again.

Now here she was, with a crappy bedroom, a head full of insomnia, a
bunch of mewling girls wanting her to be their guide dog, and her ex-
Watcher somewhere down the hall.  It wasn't supposed to work out
like this.  Angel was supposed to be here.  The Vamp with a soul and
a plan, the one who could tell her what to do without her hating
him.  And he'd run off to join Evil Inc.  Just like a man, to bail
just when you needed him.  Who was she supposed to turn to for
guidance now?  Buffy? Giles? Wesley? All options led to laughter and
a conflicted knot at the base of her stomach.  No, she wouldn't be
turning to any of the Scooby minions for assistance.  And she sure
as hell wouldn't be turning to Wesley.

She'd figure herself out, one way or another.  She just had to
figure out a way to get some sleep.  She groaned realizing the first
rays of the sun were creeping through her window's faded curtains.
Soon enough one of the munchkins would be pounding on her door,
looking to her to know the way.  She wouldn't be able to help them
unless she'd gotten at least 15 minutes of sleep.  She stretched and
yawned, flopped over one way on the bed.  Sighed, yawned, stretched,
and flopped back over the other way.

Faith frowned and grumbled, sleep was a lost cause.  She slid her
feet onto the floor and decided she might as well get moving.  Maybe
if she hurried she could find some kind of demon to slay before
lunch time.

Sorry, co-owner (and it's mainly her game) says Faith is to remain
as is....which means she would be 16 in the game.

--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Liam"
<liamelessar@...> wrote:
>
> ooc: nothing was much said about faith other than she was in her
> second year of HS and that she was the mayors daughter. Also, that
> she ran errands and some questionable jobs for him. I kinda read
the
> first post there and reworked it from what I thought faith should
be
> like. She's 18, and my post explains why she's behind in her
> schooling. Please let me know.
>
>
> IC:
>
> Faith had frollicked off to school once the conversation with her
> father this morning had ended. She sat outside on the pavillion, a
> fag in her hand as she took a long drag from it. Of course, she
was
> early.. and the reputation of being a good little Mayor's daughter
> was quickly fading to be fun. She was 18 and she was a sophmore in
> highschool. Oh, the joy at that. She wasnt carefree like a lot of
the
> kids in this place.. but then again she saw and did things a lot
> differently then any of them. Her mother died young.. and yes,
> everyone had their own little tragedies.. but Faith had taken
things
> very differnt from much of the other kids her age. She had been
given
> the world.. beauties.. jewels.. cars... the works.. her own place
to
> live in, and why wouldnt any girl want all of those things?
However,
> about two years ago she had taken her own fall into identity
> crisis... wondering if she was like her mother.. who she resembled
> the most... if her father loved her more than just to give her
pretty
> things.. so Faith had taken off and left the comforts of her home
and
> life to experience things she didnt quite understand.
> So many things had happend within those two years of living on the
> streets and bouncing back and forth between what friends she had..
> staying on their couches... but after all of that she came back
home.
> Given, she had missed two years of school so she had a lot of
> catching up to do.. and she had missed her father dearly. But, for
> the most part - they tried not to think about it.. or talk about
it
> at all. So, Faith had started the summer of her return working
with
> her father.. running errands.. and such, and now, she was back in
> school. She wondered if she'd see any familiar faces..or any of
the
> old friend she once had. Given they'd be seniors and she was a
lonely
> sophmore... but, she would be able to deal and catch up in no time.
> She took another long drag from her cig and then tossed it on the
> floor, crushing it with her boot as she ran a hand through her
hair.
> Oh, the fun - school was starting. She wondered if what her father
> had said about her riding out the school year was true.. of if she
> could get him to pull strings here and there for her if she didnt
> like her teachers. Either way, she wasnt sure how she'd like being
> back here.... unless she found some solace in the people.. or
> something else that would ease the tension in her body.
>

Sorry, co-owner (and it's mainly her game) says Faith is to remain
as is....which means she would be 16 in the game.






--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Liam"
<liamelessar@...> wrote:
>
> ooc: nothing was much said about faith other than she was in her
> second year of HS and that she was the mayors daughter. Also, that
> she ran errands and some questionable jobs for him. I kinda read
the
> first post there and reworked it from what I thought faith should
be
> like. She's 18, and my post explains why she's behind in her
> schooling. Please let me know.
>
>
> IC:
>
> Faith had frollicked off to school once the conversation with her
> father this morning had ended. She sat outside on the pavillion, a
> fag in her hand as she took a long drag from it. Of course, she
was
> early.. and the reputation of being a good little Mayor's daughter
> was quickly fading to be fun. She was 18 and she was a sophmore in
> highschool. Oh, the joy at that. She wasnt carefree like a lot of
the
> kids in this place.. but then again she saw and did things a lot
> differently then any of them. Her mother died young.. and yes,
> everyone had their own little tragedies.. but Faith had taken
things
> very differnt from much of the other kids her age. She had been
given
> the world.. beauties.. jewels.. cars... the works.. her own place
to
> live in, and why wouldnt any girl want all of those things?
However,
> about two years ago she had taken her own fall into identity
> crisis... wondering if she was like her mother.. who she resembled
> the most... if her father loved her more than just to give her
pretty
> things.. so Faith had taken off and left the comforts of her home
and
> life to experience things she didnt quite understand.
> So many things had happend within those two years of living on the
> streets and bouncing back and forth between what friends she had..
> staying on their couches... but after all of that she came back
home.
> Given, she had missed two years of school so she had a lot of
> catching up to do.. and she had missed her father dearly. But, for
> the most part - they tried not to think about it.. or talk about
it
> at all. So, Faith had started the summer of her return working
with
> her father.. running errands.. and such, and now, she was back in
> school. She wondered if she'd see any familiar faces..or any of
the
> old friend she once had. Given they'd be seniors and she was a
lonely
> sophmore... but, she would be able to deal and catch up in no time.
> She took another long drag from her cig and then tossed it on the
> floor, crushing it with her boot as she ran a hand through her
hair.
> Oh, the fun - school was starting. She wondered if what her father
> had said about her riding out the school year was true.. of if she
> could get him to pull strings here and there for her if she didnt
> like her teachers. Either way, she wasnt sure how she'd like being
> back here.... unless she found some solace in the people.. or
> something else that would ease the tension in her body.
>

ooc: nothing was much said about faith other than she was in her
second year of HS and that she was the mayors daughter. Also, that
she ran errands and some questionable jobs for him. I kinda read the
first post there and reworked it from what I thought faith should be
like. She's 18, and my post explains why she's behind in her
schooling. Please let me know.


IC:

Faith had frollicked off to school once the conversation with her
father this morning had ended. She sat outside on the pavillion, a
fag in her hand as she took a long drag from it. Of course, she was
early.. and the reputation of being a good little Mayor's daughter
was quickly fading to be fun. She was 18 and she was a sophmore in
highschool. Oh, the joy at that. She wasnt carefree like a lot of the
kids in this place.. but then again she saw and did things a lot
differently then any of them. Her mother died young.. and yes,
everyone had their own little tragedies.. but Faith had taken things
very differnt from much of the other kids her age. She had been given
the world.. beauties.. jewels.. cars... the works.. her own place to
live in, and why wouldnt any girl want all of those things? However,
about two years ago she had taken her own fall into identity
crisis... wondering if she was like her mother.. who she resembled
the most... if her father loved her more than just to give her pretty
things.. so Faith had taken off and left the comforts of her home and
life to experience things she didnt quite understand.
So many things had happend within those two years of living on the
streets and bouncing back and forth between what friends she had..
staying on their couches... but after all of that she came back home.
Given, she had missed two years of school so she had a lot of
catching up to do.. and she had missed her father dearly. But, for
the most part - they tried not to think about it.. or talk about it
at all. So, Faith had started the summer of her return working with
her father.. running errands.. and such, and now, she was back in
school. She wondered if she'd see any familiar faces..or any of the
old friend she once had. Given they'd be seniors and she was a lonely
sophmore... but, she would be able to deal and catch up in no time.
She took another long drag from her cig and then tossed it on the
floor, crushing it with her boot as she ran a hand through her hair.
Oh, the fun - school was starting. She wondered if what her father
had said about her riding out the school year was true.. of if she
could get him to pull strings here and there for her if she didnt
like her teachers. Either way, she wasnt sure how she'd like being
back here.... unless she found some solace in the people.. or
something else that would ease the tension in her body.

It had been a very long week for Liam and he was just glad the he had
gotten through it in one piece. He grumbled as his alarm clock went
off and he sighed, moving his hand out from under the covers and
smacking it quiet with one gesture. The sun shone brightly through
the blinds.. and the only thing he wanted to do was to pull the
curtains closed and roll back over in bed... bad thing about it, was
that he actually didnt have any curtians.... That was one thing that
he had to do today. Get curtians... he made a mental note. His
thoughts were groggy, but as he rolled over onto his back and moved a
hand to rub his eyes, he remembered what he had to do today.. or
well, what had been planned since about a week ago.
He felt the sandmans at the corners of his eyes, only to pull away
the cover from his face. He was supposed to meet with Will today to
get help with his term paper. Liam wasnt the best at term papers.. or
essays.. or anything the likes with academic writing. He was decent,
but he wasnt perfect. That was his brother's forte. Liam on the other
hand had gotten a full ride to school on his athletic ability alone.
He was one of the star players, and that was what he used to mull his
way through school - and to find out what else he had a passion for
other than using brute force. When he was younger, he remembered the
first time that he had played football. He hadnt really fit in
anywhere until he tried out for a team, and then suddenly found out
he might actually be good at something. After that, classes and
grades had become secondary. He had become a *C* student to be able
to play, but other than that, he had submitted himself fully to the
sport.
A little time passed by as his mind floated away from any resemblance
of sleep. Liam rose, making his way to the bathroom as his sheet slid
from him and to the floor.. his honey toned physique caressed by the
morning rays of sunshine. His hand twisted the faucet knob, letting
the cool water flow into the sink as he scooped up a handful and
spalshed it on his face. He gave a soft breath as it woke him right
up. This was his time for spring break - and by golly, it didnt look
like he'd be able to get a chance and actually enjoy it. He reached
for the towl and patted his face dry, only for his hand to fumble for
his cell phone as he dialed his best friends phone number. He knew
the younger man had it a little rougher than he did... having
siblings around and all - but Liam couldnt help but take some
pleasure in knowing that while Will suffered, he had his own dorm all
to his lonesome. When the female voice answered the phone, he
politely asked for the blond hair beauty - as the screaching of his
name followed. He chuckled, walking around his dorm and began to pull
his pants on as Will answered. "Hey. Figured you'd be up already," he
replied. "I needed some help on my term paper.. so I wont actually
fail, and we planned to meet at the coffee shop in," he glanced at
his watch to check the time, "half an hour..." he finished.
At that, he finished dressing and grabbed his messanger bag, wallet
and keys - hoping that Will wouldnt stand him up.... and just roll
over and go back to sleep.

Location - P3X-972 (Known to locals as Halmara)

Daniel looked around. Halmara was quiet. In fact, it was too quiet.
Jack and Sam were at the village, while Daniel and Teal'c had gone
off to search the area. "I don't like this" Daniel said
"What don't you like, Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked
"This whole thing. It's too quiet" Daniel said
"Daniel Jackson, I do not believe anywhere could be 'too quiet'"
Teal'c said
"Never mind" Daniel said, rolling his eyes. He faced Teal'c "Aren't
you getting a bad feeling about this planet?" Daniel asked
"No" Teal'c replied. Daniel let out a sigh
"I give up" he said
"What do you give up?" Teal'c asked. Daniel turned to say something,
but saw a smile on Teal'c face
"That was a joke?" Daniel asked "Ok, not a very good joke, but still
a joke". Teal'c went to say something, but was stopped as a weapon's
blast shot past him. Daniel and Teal'c ducked, with Daniel taking
out a Zat, and Teal'c gripping his staff. Daniel looked at where the
blast had come from, and saw several Jaffa firing at them "So much
for too quiet" Daniel muttered. He grabbed his radio "Jack, Sam,
come in" Daniel said
"What is it Daniel?" Jack asked
"We're under attack by Jaffa" Daniel replied
"Get back here now, we're getting back to the gate" Jack ordered
"Easier said than done" Daniel remarked. He and Teal'c fired at the
Jaffa, and ran towards the Village, stopping every few seconds to
fire at their attackers.

Jack and Sam saw the blasts coming from the woods, and got into
position to cover them. As Daniel and Teal'c emerged from the woods,
Jack saw two Jaffa follow them, so he and Sam opened fire. The two
Jaffa fell to the ground, just as more emerged from the woods. As
Daniel and Teal'c ran past them, they got into position and fired at
the Jaffa "DANIEL, DIAL THE GATE!" Jack ordered. Daniel ran towards
the DHD, and started dialling the address to get them back home.

As the gate opened, Teal'c stepped out and fired at the Jaffa still
emerging, whilst Daniel inputted the code on his IDC. "I will cover
you O'Neill. Get going" Teal'c said. Sam and Daniel leapt through
the open wormhole, while Jack and Teal'c kept firing
"Let's go" Jack said. He and Teal'c ran at the wormhole, and leapt
through it.

As Jack and Teal'c landed on the walkway, General Hammond's voice
was heard "Close the Iris" he ordered. As the Iris closed, a thud
could be heard, right before the wormhole closed. Daniel sighed.
"That was close" Daniel said
"Indeed" Teal'c agreed
"We can guess what happened to the population" Daniel said
"I'll order P3X-972 scrubbed from the dialling computer" Hammond
said "I'll see you in debriefing in an hour" he added. As Hammond
left, Daniel turned to Jack
"You know, Teal'c actually made a joke on the planet" Daniel said
"Really? I thought you couldn't make jokes" Jack said
"I know plenty of jokes" Teal'c said "Three Jaffa guards standing in
a square room, facing one another....."

Audition away, the spot is very much open






--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Liam" <liamelessar@...>
wrote:
>
> Was invited to audi for him. Let me know if it is alright for me to
do
> so or if the spot has been filled.
>
> Thanks,
>
> Liam
>

Was invited to audi for him. Let me know if it is alright for me to do
so or if the spot has been filled.

Thanks,

Liam

The alarm blared, yanking him out of a very pleasant dream, and Spike
groaned, flinging his hand out, fumbling blindly for the off button.
Silence settled over the room at last and he raised his head,
squinting at the display. 7:45... well, at least the brats would be
heading for the mall soon and he'd have the house to himself for the
day. Of course, that still wouldn't help him finish his term paper by
tomorrow, and he'd have to disappoint his favorite professor again.

He swore softly and sat up, rubbing the heels of his hands into his
eyes, trying desperately to wake up. Swinging his legs over the side
of the bed, he tossed the covers aside and headed for the bathroom,
turning the shower on with a flick of his wrist. The image of himself
in the mirror blinked blearily back before the steam obscured it. He
shucked his sweatpants and stepped into the spray, practically
purring as the hot water eased him from dreams into waking, letting
him relax for several minutes before soaping up and washing his hair.
Once the water was shut off, he reached for his towel, briskly drying
off and walking naked back into the bedroom.

Pulling a fresh pair of jeans from the dresser, he stepped into them,
forgoing underwear as he usually did, then wandered over to the
closet to pick a shirt. The blue silk was nice, but he wanted it for
class, so he settled on a UC Sunnydale sweatshirt instead, which he
tossed on the bed for later. He pulled his still damp hair into a
ponytail, and sat down at his desk to write. The computer screen woke
with a gentle jostle of the mouse, the same white page he'd been on
last night greeting him this morning.

'St Crispin's Day and Puck's Speech: Monologues in Shakespeare'.
Well, that took care of the title, anyway. Spike scowled at the
blinking cursor and blank screen that mocked him. Ordinarily he'd
just type a jumble of things from reading and lecture thrown all
together, but this was for Pryce's class, and he really wanted to do
a good job. Pryce seemed to think that Will actually had some talent
when it came to writing, and he didn't want to give less than his
best here. It felt... nice, having someone actually expect something
worthwhile from him.

"WII-LLL! PHONE!" He groaned as Anya's shrill voice echoed through
the upstairs. Was it too much to ask that the chits leave him alone
when he was studying? It was probably just one of the girls from last
weekend, anyway.

"TAKE A MESSAGE!"

"It's Angel!"

He pushed himself away from the desk and went downstairs to fetch the
phone, trying to remind himself that he'd done the right thing in
taking the one in his room out to make for better study space. Giving
his sister a mock glare as he snatched the handset from her hand, he
muttered, "Still not givin' you my credit card, ya know."

He ignored her rising whine of "But Wiiiiiilllll!" and headed back
upstairs. Once he was behind his bedroom door and away from gossipy
little ears, he raised the phone. "Angel, what's up?"

Thanks!  I read the last 30-35 posts and only saw
like 2 for Angel.  I'll see what I can do to
remedy that as soon as I see a new post for the
William/Gunn/Angel thread.  Ok?  Again, thanks!

Sandy


-----Original Message-----
From: The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com
[mailto:The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com] On
Behalf Of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Sent: Saturday, September 23, 2006 11:16 AM
To: The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [The_Watchers_Compound] Re: Audition for
Angel for Second Chances

Excellent audition...Angel is yours.


Now for this game, we still need a Daniel Holtz,
Lilah Morgan, Lindsey MacDonald (or any other
member of W&H to plot against our
heroes) or other Original characters (both good
and evil). Since this is where this game heads off
into an AU....Angel investigations needs cases to
solve :D




--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com,
"ShadowWeaver"
<shroudedinthenight@...> wrote:
>
> "Cycles"
>
> ===== ===== ===== ===== ===== =====
>
> Angel
>
> Cordelia Chase
>
> Various Demons
>
> ===== ===== ===== ===== ===== =====
>
>
>
> LOCATION:  L.A.
>
> TIME:  Late night
>
>
>
> Cycles.  Circular roads that led one right back
to their beginnings if
> one traveled life's road long enough... or was
that unlife?  Did it
> even matter any more the labels one put on it?
It was the same
> personal hell no matter what one called it,
right?  Or did renaming it
> somehow redefine it and make it easier to deal
with?
>
>
>
> Not in Angel's experience.  It was always the
same.  A world of
> darkness and pain from which there seemed to be
no true redemption or
> escape.
> People came and went through his doors and his
life - unlife, he
> reminded himself - each bringing something good
with them and taking
> it with them when they were gone.  And somehow,
the more he tried to
> stay on the outer fringes, the more they dragged
him in.
>
>
>
> It had been like that with Cordy and Doyle in
the beginning.  She'd
> followed him here to Los Angeles
> - now there was an irony in and of itself, the
name of the city he
> chose to reside in - and Doyle had come to them
shortly thereafter.
> And each had brought with them friendship.
They'd forged a bond that
> went beyond Angel Investigations - which they
also forged together -
> to friendship.
>
>
>
> And then Doyle had gone from that circle.  Yes,
he had died in the
> protection not only of Angel himself and
Cordelia, but of the Lister
> demons they'd been helping and the city as a
whole; but that did not
> take the ache from his soul.  The loss of a
friend tore through him.
> But as he always had, he kept it to himself,
kept himself locked away
> within himself, mourning his own way.
> Even though, to her credit, Cordy had tried to
get him to talk to her
> about it.
>
>
>
> That had been three years ago - holy hell had it
really been that
> long!?  Now, impossibly, Doyle had returned,
bringing with him all
> those old emotions, and new ones.  How was Angel
supposed to take
> this?  How was he supposed to react to the
sudden reappearance of a
> friend whom he'd watched die saving him?  How
had he always dealt with
> things?
>
>
>
> Silent and strong.  Those seemed to be his
watchwords.  So here he was
> again, hiding away what he felt and simply
trying to move forward.
>
>
>
> The problem was that Doyle wasn't the only being
to crop up recently.
> Now Angel had a whole new set of demons to deal
with as well.  Nasty
> buggers, six of whom were staring him  down
right now.  Okay, well, he
> was staring them down, but the end result was
the same.
>
>
>
> One of them moved, an attack, one clawed
appendage striking out at the
> vampire before it.  Only one?
> Angel growled and dropped his upper body beneath
the blow, grabbing
> the appendage and twisting it hard, dragging the
demon toward him as
> he did.  It yelped in obvious pain, and one of
its fellows moved then
> to take advantage of Angel's distraction with
its companion.
>
>
>
> Angel was not distracted.
>
>
>
> The second demon met his buddy's claws... hard
as Angel spun, dragging
> the still-whining demon he held with him.  The
second yowled in agony
> as his companion's claws tore into him and fell
back hissing.  The
> first, Angel tossed at the second, the two going
down in a pile of
> limbs, claws, and hissing.
>
>
>
> The other four looked at their comrades then at
the vampire then back.
> What followed was a frenzy of death and demon
parts.  And when it was
> finished, Angel stood at the center of all the
death, gathering
> himself.  He'd have to remember to have Cordelia
look up these bad
> boys when he got back; but for now, he stalked
to the one he'd gouged
> with the other's claws.  Squatting, he grabbed
the demon by the bony
> protrusions at its chest and raised it into the
air, off the ground,
> so he was on eye level with it - they weren't
all that big, but they
> were srappy.
>
>
>
> "Who sent you?"  He growled in its face, a low
growl that promised
> much pain if the little demon didn't cooperate.
>
>
>
> It chose badly, trying to claw its way free of
Angel's grip.  He only
> tightened his grip and hissed right in its face.
It cringed but
> protested.  "But they'll kill me!"
>
>
>
> "And you think I won't?"
>
>
>
> It squirmed some more, then without warning,
went limp in his grip.
> Momentarily startled, Angel glared at the
now-dead demon.  Then he
> tossed it on top of its comrades in disgust and
looked for the source
> of its death - he hadn't had that tight a grip
on it.
>
>
>
> Nothing.
>
>
>
> Disgusted and somewhat tired, he sighed and spun
away, heading back to
> the Hyperion.  Great!  Just what he needed!  A
new player in town!
> But it figured, didn't it?  Just when something
likely good came his
> way, something equally evil had to as well.  And
there was the cycle.
> Repeated over and over.
>
>
>
> The doors of the old hotel-turned-headquarters
slammed shut behind
> him, and he stalked past everyone to his office.
He needed a drink
> and a good long think.  But only one of those
was forthcoming, and it
> wasn't the second.  Cordy followed him in and
closed the door.
>
>
>
> "So did you find what you were looking for?"
She asked, bluntly.
> That was Cordy, blunt.
>
>
>
> Angel looked up at her from his glass.  "Don't
you ever knock?"  He
> grumbled, though he wasn't entirely displeased
with her presence.
>
>
>
> She shrugged and flopped into one of the other
chairs.  "Sometimes,
> but you didn't answer my question."
>
>
>
> He sighed, setting down the glass.  "No.  But I
found something else."
> He stood up and began to pace as he talked.
"There's a new player,
> and a whole new set of demons, in town."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned.  "So?  We'll deal with them."
She asserted.  "We
> always do.  That's not what's bothering you
though, is it?"
>
>
>
> He sighed and shook his head.  Not in answer so
much as in refusal.
> "Not now."  Was all he said.
> "Now we need to find this new threat."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned but let it be... for now.  If
there was one thing she'd
> learned in four years of working with Angel, it
was that he didn't
> talk unless he was damned good and ready to.
And no amount of
> coaxing, cajoling, or prodding would make him.
In fact, that stuff
> only drove him further into his shell.  So she
relinquished the
> question for now and focused on the demons as
asked.  "Ok, what did
> they look like?"
>
>
>
> Angel sat back down and closed his eyes.  Good,
she'd taken the hint.
> Cordy had learned not to push him when he said
no.  At least not
> immediately.  Opening his eyes again, he took a
drink and began to
> describe the demons to her...
>
>
>
> <TBC>
>







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Excellent audition...Angel is yours.


Now for this game, we still need a Daniel Holtz, Lilah Morgan,
Lindsey MacDonald (or any other member of W&H to plot against our
heroes) or other Original characters (both good and evil). Since
this is where this game heads off into an AU....Angel investigations
needs cases to solve :D




--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "ShadowWeaver"
<shroudedinthenight@...> wrote:
>
> "Cycles"
>
> ===== ===== ===== ===== ===== =====
>
> Angel
>
> Cordelia Chase
>
> Various Demons
>
> ===== ===== ===== ===== ===== =====
>
>
>
> LOCATION:  L.A.
>
> TIME:  Late night
>
>
>
> Cycles.  Circular roads that led one right back to
> their beginnings if one traveled life's road long
> enough... or was that unlife?  Did it even matter
> any more the labels one put on it?  It was the
> same personal hell no matter what one called it,
> right?  Or did renaming it somehow redefine it and
> make it easier to deal with?
>
>
>
> Not in Angel's experience.  It was always the
> same.  A world of darkness and pain from which
> there seemed to be no true redemption or escape.
> People came and went through his doors and his
> life - unlife, he reminded himself - each bringing
> something good with them and taking it with them
> when they were gone.  And somehow, the more he
> tried to stay on the outer fringes, the more they
> dragged him in.
>
>
>
> It had been like that with Cordy and Doyle in the
> beginning.  She'd followed him here to Los Angeles
> - now there was an irony in and of itself, the
> name of the city he chose to reside in - and Doyle
> had come to them shortly thereafter.  And each had
> brought with them friendship.  They'd forged a
> bond that went beyond Angel Investigations - which
> they also forged together - to friendship.
>
>
>
> And then Doyle had gone from that circle.  Yes, he
> had died in the protection not only of Angel
> himself and Cordelia, but of the Lister demons
> they'd been helping and the city as a whole; but
> that did not take the ache from his soul.  The
> loss of a friend tore through him.  But as he
> always had, he kept it to himself, kept himself
> locked away within himself, mourning his own way.
> Even though, to her credit, Cordy had tried to get
> him to talk to her about it.
>
>
>
> That had been three years ago - holy hell had it
> really been that long!?  Now, impossibly, Doyle
> had returned, bringing with him all those old
> emotions, and new ones.  How was Angel supposed to
> take this?  How was he supposed to react to the
> sudden reappearance of a friend whom he'd watched
> die saving him?  How had he always dealt with
> things?
>
>
>
> Silent and strong.  Those seemed to be his
> watchwords.  So here he was again, hiding away
> what he felt and simply trying to move forward.
>
>
>
> The problem was that Doyle wasn't the only being
> to crop up recently.  Now Angel had a whole new
> set of demons to deal with as well.  Nasty
> buggers, six of whom were staring him  down right
> now.  Okay, well, he was staring them down, but
> the end result was the same.
>
>
>
> One of them moved, an attack, one clawed appendage
> striking out at the vampire before it.  Only one?
> Angel growled and dropped his upper body beneath
> the blow, grabbing the appendage and twisting it
> hard, dragging the demon toward him as he did.  It
> yelped in obvious pain, and one of its fellows
> moved then to take advantage of Angel's
> distraction with its companion.
>
>
>
> Angel was not distracted.
>
>
>
> The second demon met his buddy's claws... hard as
> Angel spun, dragging the still-whining demon he
> held with him.  The second yowled in agony as his
> companion's claws tore into him and fell back
> hissing.  The first, Angel tossed at the second,
> the two going down in a pile of limbs, claws, and
> hissing.
>
>
>
> The other four looked at their comrades then at
> the vampire then back.  What followed was a frenzy
> of death and demon parts.  And when it was
> finished, Angel stood at the center of all the
> death, gathering himself.  He'd have to remember
> to have Cordelia look up these bad boys when he
> got back; but for now, he stalked to the one he'd
> gouged with the other's claws.  Squatting, he
> grabbed the demon by the bony protrusions at its
> chest and raised it into the air, off the ground,
> so he was on eye level with it - they weren't all
> that big, but they were srappy.
>
>
>
> "Who sent you?"  He growled in its face, a low
> growl that promised much pain if the little demon
> didn't cooperate.
>
>
>
> It chose badly, trying to claw its way free of
> Angel's grip.  He only tightened his grip and
> hissed right in its face.  It cringed but
> protested.  "But they'll kill me!"
>
>
>
> "And you think I won't?"
>
>
>
> It squirmed some more, then without warning, went
> limp in his grip.  Momentarily startled, Angel
> glared at the now-dead demon.  Then he tossed it
> on top of its comrades in disgust and looked for
> the source of its death - he hadn't had that tight
> a grip on it.
>
>
>
> Nothing.
>
>
>
> Disgusted and somewhat tired, he sighed and spun
> away, heading back to the Hyperion.  Great!  Just
> what he needed!  A new player in town!  But it
> figured, didn't it?  Just when something likely
> good came his way, something equally evil had to
> as well.  And there was the cycle.  Repeated over
> and over.
>
>
>
> The doors of the old hotel-turned-headquarters
> slammed shut behind him, and he stalked past
> everyone to his office.  He needed a drink and a
> good long think.  But only one of those was
> forthcoming, and it wasn't the second.  Cordy
> followed him in and closed the door.
>
>
>
> "So did you find what you were looking for?"  She
> asked, bluntly.  That was Cordy, blunt.
>
>
>
> Angel looked up at her from his glass.  "Don't you
> ever knock?"  He grumbled, though he wasn't
> entirely displeased with her presence.
>
>
>
> She shrugged and flopped into one of the other
> chairs.  "Sometimes, but you didn't answer my
> question."
>
>
>
> He sighed, setting down the glass.  "No.  But I
> found something else."  He stood up and began to
> pace as he talked.  "There's a new player, and a
> whole new set of demons, in town."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned.  "So?  We'll deal with them."  She
> asserted.  "We always do.  That's not what's
> bothering you though, is it?"
>
>
>
> He sighed and shook his head.  Not in answer so
> much as in refusal.  "Not now."  Was all he said.
> "Now we need to find this new threat."
>
>
>
> Cordy frowned but let it be... for now.  If there
> was one thing she'd learned in four years of
> working with Angel, it was that he didn't talk
> unless he was damned good and ready to.  And no
> amount of coaxing, cajoling, or prodding would
> make him.  In fact, that stuff only drove him
> further into his shell.  So she relinquished the
> question for now and focused on the demons as
> asked.  "Ok, what did they look like?"
>
>
>
> Angel sat back down and closed his eyes.  Good,
> she'd taken the hint.  Cordy had learned not to
> push him when he said no.  At least not
> immediately.  Opening his eyes again, he took a
> drink and began to describe the demons to her...
>
>
>
> <TBC>
>

Thanks for the warm welcome!  I will be posting
that audition we discussed later today, but I
wanted to say hi and thank you for inviting me!

Sandy
*who owns her own games as well and is always
looking for good writers*


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Sent: Thursday, September 21, 2006 11:53 PM
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Subject: [The_Watchers_Compound] Welcome and
Apologies

Welcome to the new members of this group, and a
resounding hello to those that have already
joined. My apologies for those that have been
waiting patiently, I had two herniated disks in my
back and had to have surgery. And as we all know,
back surgery lays you up a good long time, and
unfortunately, most of my games have suffered and
stalled.

I'm letting you all know, I'm back, and actively
recruiting players for these games. In the files
are the story lines and updates currently running
in my games....and in the database are the
available characters. You want one, send me an
audition and I will get you playing. The gates are
officially open, folks. Let's get writing!

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Welcome to the new members of this group, and a resounding hello to
those that have already joined. My apologies for those that have been
waiting patiently, I had two herniated disks in my back and had to
have surgery. And as we all know, back surgery lays you up a good long
time, and unfortunately, most of my games have suffered and stalled.

I'm letting you all know, I'm back, and actively recruiting players
for these games. In the files are the story lines and updates
currently running in my games....and in the database are the available
characters. You want one, send me an audition and I will get you
playing. The gates are officially open, folks. Let's get writing!

Jess

Night falls over Sunnydale as it does every well, night. And like
most every night in Sunnydale, Buffy Summers was walking through the
darkened streets. But she wasn't alone. Tonight, she had taken the
new potential, Amanda out for a patrol. The girl was a little
nervous, but this was her first patrol, so that was what Buffy
chalked it up to.

The night was a somewhat slow one for Sunnydale.

"I thought we were sopose to be slaying?" Amanda said raising an
eyebrow.

Buffy couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "Yes, that is what we
are sopose to be doing, but then again if there isnt' anything
around, then there isn't anything to slay."

Thought the nothing being around didn't last to long. Buffy felt it
before Amanda did. THought that was expected as the girl had just
found out that she was a potential.

"First leason, know your surroundings. A vampire could be hidding
anywhere and jump out and if you didn't know it. .."

At that moment a vampire did just that. Buffy jumped out of the way
and Amanda bearly missed getting hit. But there was no way that on
her first time out, Buffy wasn't going to allow Amanda to fight a
vamp on her own first time out. Thought that is what she should have
done.

Tossing the stake to Amanda, Buffy kicked the vampire in the
chest. "Staking in the heart, beheading, holy water, all effective
against vampires."

It didn't take long for Buffy to figure out that the vampire was a
well had newly risen. But that was ok, he was eager and Buffy was
trying to get Amanda accustomed to this.

"Never let your guard down. Vampires are not to be taken lightly."
Buffy explained blocking a punch and then knocking the vampire to
the ground. "Ok, you're on."

Amanda went up to the figure on the ground and went to plunge the
stake down. But the vamp reached a hand up and stopped her arm in
mid air. To distract the vampire from that, Amanda kicked it's side
and then plunged the stake into the heart and the vampire turned to
dust.

Buffy stood there nodding. "Good job. Got one on your first time
out."

"Yea, with your help." Amanda said.

Buffy just smiled "Yea, but don't sweat it. But I think we should be
heading home for now. . Check up on everyone else."

Excellent Audition. Spike is yours. I approved your membership. Feel
free to take a look at some of the back posts if you like.












--- In The_Watchers_Compound@yahoogroups.com, "Linda Suter"
<scribe31us@o...> wrote:
>
>
> THE UNANSWERED QUESTION
> Audition Post by Scribe
>
> There were moments when it was quiet, when the moon had risen high
in
> the night sky and Boulder had settled into something akin to
peaceful
> slumber, Spike would take a walk in the darkness that was his sun
to
> everyone's day and wonder. He should have asked Mother Abigail the
> question, perhaps rid himself of the dagger it was becoming in his
mind
> whenever he had time enough to think about it. He should have but
didn't
> and that was largely because a part of him was afraid of the
answer.
>
> Perhaps asking the question would surface some unpleasant truths
about
> himself that he was of yet unwilling to face. Nobody like having a
light
> focussed in the deepest recesses of one's soul and light to
vampire;
> even in a metaphorical sense was just as withering.
>
> Walking through the cemetery alone, Spike tried to convince
himself that
> if he tried hard enough, he might just that forget he was in
Boulder and
> was instead back in Sunnydale.
>
> And Buffy lived somewhere in this world.
>
> How much he missed Buffy was an agony he doubted Angel had ever
known
> and Angelus would never admit. His grandsire had loved an ideal, an
> image of first love in all its glorious perfection. Even as
William the
> failed poet, Spike could not have constructed a more tragic
melancholic
> drama that was Angel and Buffy's relationship. He wondered if it
was
> ever more than some romantic fantasy that either of them had held
in
> their minds over the reality.
>
> Spike didn't love a fantasy, he loved a girl. A flawed, sometimes
> insecure girl with a tremendous destiny that seemed to take
delight in
> twisting her into knots at every turn.  Spike couldn't care less
about
> the slayer but the girl, the girl was everything.
>
> Which brought him back to the question he dared not ask himself.
Did
> that demon in Africa know when Spike was granted the return of his
soul
> that the purpose of his quest was presently dying in Sunnydale? The
> bastard probably did. If nothing else, demons had a wicked sense of
> humour. However, the question did not bother him as much as the
one that
> came immediately after.
>
> Would Spike have still wanted his soul if he had known?
>
> The answer was the reason Spike did not mention it to Abigail. He
didn't
> want to know.
>
> And because he didn't want to know, Randall Flagg exploited that
> ignorance rather magnificently.
>
> Oh the bugger knew when there was fertile ground to sow poison
seeds and
> in the cornfields within which he played his twisted games, Spike
often
> heard Flagg's views on the subject. Not to mention the promises to
take
> it all away. To make him as he was before, no chip, no soul,
premium
> grade one hundred percent William the Bloody.  Spike couldn't deny
that
> it was attractive, to be rid of a centuries worth of murder and
returned
> to the life that he so craved desperately once upon a time. Before
> Buffy.
>
> If he just took that trip to Nevada across the desert, he could be
as he
> was before he had ever met Buffy and all would be as if she had
never
> existed.
>
> And that's what stopped him. The worse thing about losing her was
never
> having loved her at all and for that Spike remained. He remained
and
> accepted his outcast state even when he was surrounded by people
who
> once considered him an enemy and now saw him as an ally, if not a
> friend.
>
> He owed it to Buffy to keep them safe.
>
> If Spike had been able to do nothing else with this soul, he would
do
> that for her.
>
> ~~~~~~
>
> Movement.
>
> The scent heavy in the air of blood, pounding strong and fast. That
> unmistakable scent of metal known to all vampires as human gave him
> warning that he was no longer alone. It took less than a second
before
> he identified it. He had picked up the scent once before and had
been
> moved to tears, which a tough bloke like him hid perfectly of
course,
> because of its familiarity.
>
> Slayer blood.
>
> "You better get the Watcher to improve your lessons pet," Buffy
looked
> at the girl named Olivia, the slayer that had followed Buffy. "I
heard
> you coming a mile way."
>
> Well not exactly a mile away but someone had to keep the
slayerette on
> her toes.
>
> The girl pouted in disappointment as she emerged from behind a
> particularly ornate tombstone. "Crap," she frowned. "And I thought
I was
> getting it right."
>
> Spike paused and fished out a cigarette from inside his
coat, "well you
> did bring out a vampire, the bait part worked of the approach
worked. If
> that's what you were aiming for." He threw her a small smirk.
>
> "You're not exactly a normal vampire, are you?" She threw back at
him.
>
> Nice serve, he thought mildly amused. "Haven't you heard, I'm
special
> with all the optional extras and service guarantees." He said with
a
> bracing hint of sarcasm.
>
> "God you're so full of it," she rolled her eyes.
>
> "So everyone tells me," Spike said blowing out a puff of smoke and
> taking another deep exhale.
>
> The girl seemed caught between wanting to talk to him and giving
into
> her slayer instincts which told her she ought to be wary.
>
> "Do you really have a soul?" She asked after what seemed like a
long
> pause.
>
> That took longer than he expected.  After awhile, everyone asked
that
> question.  It was like they needed reassurance that he wasn't
> Angel..bugger no, not Angel.Angelus.
>
> "Yeah, that'd be me." he nodded with a hint of sadness, not
> understanding why he should feel it when he never cared much for
his
> grandsire. The grand standing bastard had been a prat ever since
Spike
> had known him. Acquiring a soul had just made him a broody prat
which
> was not in Spike's opinion much of an improvement but at least
Spike had
> been contented to know that there was a vampire who had a soul and
> managed to keep from going bloody barmy.
>
> There was still a vampire with a soul but Spike was rather shocked
to
> realise that he was the only one.
>
> "What's that like?"
>
> "Bout  your bedtime in'it?" Spike retorted starting to walk. He
wanted
> quiet and alone time and the little bit with her questions, with
her
> familiar smelling blood, was invading solace he managed to find in
the
> dark.
>
> "Geez, sorry for asking," she bit back.
>
> "Everybody's sorry luv," he said looking over the cemetery, arm
> outstretched as if he were presenting real estate for her
inspection.
> "Haven't you noticed?"
>
> Leaving her behind, he walked home, trying to forget that there was
> another slayer out there. A slayer that had replaced Buffy.  And
once
> again that question surfaced; the one he tried so hard to ignore.
>
> Would he have done it if he had known she was gone? Would he have
> reclaimed his soul?
>
> God help him, he just didn't know.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
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