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Post by jacob on Sept 4, 2012 22:19:51 GMT -6
 Jacob was a poo' man. So poo' that he could not afford the “r.” And today was not making anything any easier. He would never admit it out loud, because he would never associate anything related with Orion in the negative light, but the date that he had gone on had tapped him the bare minimum. He was starting to balance at his wit's end. He had risked the only amount of luck that he could make for himself that the innkeeper at the motel he was staying at had not been able to find Jacob's paperwork. Jake had paid for three nights, and without the paper, the innkeeper could not remember if it was today or tomorrow that more money would be due. Since he was the one who lost the documentation, and Jake insisted that he had one more day (and Jacob had rightfully paid in cash) he had won himself one more night.
That meant that desperate times were calling for desperate measures. That meant that the simple, Southern Belle with an attitude, pink taffeta dress needed to come out of the back of the closet. It needed to be folded with gentle care into his guitar case, the only means he had for keeping it from the public view, with the matching pump Iron Fists (Ru to praised!) and the bleach blonde wig. He had a make up kit that was limited, but would need to use on such limited supply. As long as he had his glue stick and his foundations, he could pass. It was last minute as it was, so he had no option to bake, considering he still had to travel to the club, and there was no way he was doing that with cooking make-up and a prom dress on his very queer body.
Tonight was to be the Richmond debut of Bambi Divine.
He was not a fan of this name, but when Barb Wyre ended up getting run Ohio, and Jacob needed to lay low in the drag world, the change of performance name was necessary. Barb had a name for herself, one that it might be best to let die into the sands of time, or at least be retired for a while until she could make a joyous resurgence, and her presence was more nostalgic than annoying. Jacob couldn't help it... Barb had a temper and a love of setting wigs on fire.
But not Bambi! Bambi was going to be sassy, as any girl should, with the priss of a proper Southern Belle, but the manners and dialogue of one, as well, she was going to be the picture of delicate, and more mouthy than authoritative. That was his mistake with Barb. She was a hands on girl that favored military fashion. Bambi was bubbly and bright, maybe a little dumb, but knew how to read a bitch. He could already feel her coming on fast when his cab pulled up and took him away to the club.
Getting out of the cab was another matter... As he stood up, the guitar case in his hand, the locks on the case decided at that one moment to both give way, and spill the contents of it all over the sidewalk, onto the slightly damp pavement. Naturally, the dress landed first, with the shoes on top, the makeup case on top of those. Already, he could feel the pout that was probably coming from a pure Bambi place creep on his face. He was disappointed in himself. He should have known the push for the hotel would lead him to something like this.
To make matters worse, paid for the fare, the cab driver pulled away, revealing that Jacob had been dropped off in the wrong place, and he had no sense of where he was. Lost, and with the drag articles strewn on the sidewalk, Jacob could only hope that the dress was not ruined, and that he had not been delivered to the wrong side of the tracks... Carefully, he started to pick up Bambi's wardrobe with care.  ::stop:: Who's a pretty girl?
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Sept 5, 2012 10:59:10 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - -She was officially a happy girl. She had sent Xander an e-mail asking him to send her a box of stuff that was in her room at the Slayer School back in Rome months ago, and had completely forgotten about the request. Today however there had been a box delivered with a note that was full of apologizes as he had completely forgotten about it. However after the craptastic day yesterday the box was definitely a breath of fresh hair. It was filled with mementos, clothes and all kinds of other little knick knacks that she had desperately missed after moving.
When Giles had originally started bringing in potential slayers to Sunnydale she and Willow had talked and realized that the house was going to get extremely crowded very quickly…so talking it over with everyone they all put boxes of stuff into the jeep and had taken it out to an old abandoned storage unit on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Inside it were a lot of Tara’s old things that Willow couldn’t part with, all of Buffy’s old photo albums, Dawn’s old journals, Buffy’s box that was filled with everything that Angel had given her, Mr. Gordo and all of the girls old stuffed animals that they didn’t want anything to happen to, and a bunch of clothes that they didn’t want to throw away but they didn’t use at the moment.
After Sunnydale had been blown off the map and things had settled down, right before they headed to Rome, the girls had remembered that they had done it which caused a lot less grief when they realized that most of their beloved artifacts and such were in fact not lost. They had collected it from Los Angeles and taken everything with them to Rome where she had left it in a closet, not having the heart to go through it. However after everything that had gone down with Angel and Dawn recently, she wanted some of the comforts of her old life, hence her asking for some of it to be sent to her.
The first box she opened was the clothes box, in which her favorite black long leather jacket had been in, as well as a pair of boots that had been some of her favorites to patrol in. Digging deeper in the box she found several shirts and pairs of jeans that she was excited to wear again, knowing that they would make her feel more comfortable in her own skin, something she had been lacking recently having to play a part she had never anticipated on playing.
Having stripped out of her work clothing she had put on an old pair of jeans that were comfortable yet still stylish, a tank top that she had bought recently, her old leather jacket, thrown a stake in her pocket and another one inside her boot after she had put them on, threw her hair up and she was ready to go. Looking in the mirror she looked as if she had de-aged herself about 5 years, having a classic ‘Buffy’ outfit on instead of the professional young woman she had been dressing like recently…and she would admit to liking the feeling…at least for the moment.
Having walked all the way to the Town Square she was essentially just roaming, waiting for when it was time to head on patrol. She saw a cab pull up and at first didn’t pay attention to it, instead wondering on why her senses were telling her that there was something close by that she needed to be weary of. However after seeing someone stumble out of the cab and drop all of his things all over the place, she ignored her senses and instead walked over to help. “Need some help?” She asked, her voice soft, not wanting to startle him.
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Post by jacob on Sept 9, 2012 13:59:17 GMT -6
Jacob attempted to face the objects on the sidewalk with as much dignity he could muster. Really, at the end of the day, he should have expected this. Pushing his luck when it came to matters of money always had a way of bouncing back on him. Maybe he was using his abilities too much? Even if it was what he was made (really, cursed) to do, that didn't mean that he could go about using it carelessly. But with what he had done to help Anya, plus everything with making as much as a good date as possible for Orion, and now using it to keep his standard of living above starving, it was no surprise that it was coming back on him.
Bending down to tend to the clutter on the sidewalk, the taxi pulling away as if it were on fire and remembered that it left the gas on back home, Jacob could feel a twist of hopelessness settling in. This was it. The cab ride had been the last of his money. He was really counting on this gig to see him through. He was going to go back to the motel, spend an hour sleeping (since it would take him forever to walk there) only to be kicked back out onto the streets. Homeless, he would wander, playing on street corners for pennies and quarters. It would all be one large melodrama, he would assure you of that any day. He would become ungroomed, and then who would want him?
He was not on the ground for two seconds when a shadow passed over him, and he instinctively looked up. It looked like someone's attention had been grabbed when he spilled his belongings on the sidewalk, a someone who wanted to be a good Samaritan. He smiled bashfully up at the pretty blonde, embarrassed for himself. Not only had he taken this tumble, but this tumble included one of the more flamboyant drag outfits that he had ever owned in his life take a sweep, displaying fall onto the ground. Inside a club, Jacob was a confident queen, but out on the streets, in a town he didn't know, his sureness shattered.
“I am sorry, miss,” he said, his Mississippi accent ringing through his words, old fashioned and usually a lot more subtle, tearing out of him like a thief fleeing the scene of a crime. “I didn't mean to throw my sundries out to the world. It's a terrible inconvenience!” At least I didn't have any padding in there... Try explaining that one, Jake! He started to scramble to gather the dress and heels. So focused on the moment was he that he almost missed the feeling in his gut. There was something going on, something nearby, something that felt like a predator, and was looking to make someone or something its prey. Something hungry, but in a contented kind of way, no different, he had no doubt, than the way a coyote, satisfied in its hunger, still hunted for its fleshy meals. This particular coyote felt well fed, and it was close by.
Jacob did not usually enjoy feeling like he was being watched, or hunted, but he also didn't like the idea of this sweet blonde thing being caught in the cross fire. He was a bit of a magnet for supernatural things, he understood that, but he didn't want to see the dear girl get hurt because of all this. But how was he supposed to get her out of harm's way without him seeming like he was pushing her away? Now, he was almost hoping that she would get turned away by the sight of drag!
“You know how it can be with us ladies, after all! Always a bridesmaid, never a bride!” He laughed out loud, referencing the dress, and how prom/wedding it looked. Maybe, just maybe, she was a bigot, albeit a sweet one, and she would walk away, and then he could deal with whatever was hunting him. ::stop:: ZOMG! I am so happy you jumped in here, Britt! Been trying to come up with a way to thread with you.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Sept 11, 2012 7:15:12 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Looking down at the fallen items on the ground she was surprised to see that the things happened to be women’s clothing rather than men’s. She briefly wondered if he was taking these items to a friend or something but his statement about always being a bridesmaid and never a bride quickly ended that train of thought. Now, Buffy herself was from Los Angeles and had seen a lot…so seeing a man, who by his tone of voice she was assuming he was gay but she wouldn’t want to be quoted on that so she would never ask, be someone who dressed in drag was not something that she had never seen, but it had been a long time. She remembered trying to get AJ to do it once, he threw water on her. She had pouted for days on that one.
She laughed at the sentiment before shaking her head. “Preaching to the choir.” She stated, handing him the few items that had tumbled around her, before standing back on to her legs, looking around as she again felt something near. Shit, this wasn’t good. She didn’t want to make a scene in front of people but at the same time what exactly else was she supposed to do? In Sunnydale those around had a great sense of ‘selective memory’…it was something that could almost be counted on so she hadn’t really worried about being ‘secret identity gal’ since she started college a few years back…which really only lasted for a few weeks before everything turned to hell once again.
Here however she had to be careful. It wasn’t just her any more, it was a whole organization of girls that she was trying to protect while trying to train them at the same time. Some had asked why she didn’t take a break after Sunnydale had been blown up before she took on the burden of teaching the girls how to defend themselves. The answer she had given hadn’t made anymore really happy but it unfortunately was the truth. How do you take a vacation from death? That was what she was training them against…and that was why she was in a hurry. She could be hit from behind and have her neck snapped any moment and once it happened then they had to know how to defend themselves. Sure they had Faith to teach them as well but Faith was self proclaimed to have absolutely no patience…so it was just easier this way.
Knowing she was getting lost in her thoughts and not being able to afford to do so at the moment she turned her attention back to the man in front of her. “Cab drivers are the worst.” She stated randomly, now not really quite sure what to say.
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Note:: Sorry this is so ubber short. I am exhausted and have got so much stuff to do today but wanted to get this up before I left.
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Post by jacob on Sept 17, 2012 19:27:53 GMT -6
Damn! Why did I have to find the one Cali south of Mason Dixie? Damn them for being all tolerant... in the cities! Jacob had met more than a few Californians in his time, and the more that time moved on, the less they remembered the source of their heritage was a mixture between Mexican who didn't know where the border was, and people moving west who were looking for shiny rocks. They had found a way to come together, and had created one of the most tolerant metropolis in the world! Naturally, when Jacob was trying to shoo someone away using the common regional intolerance of homosexuals, he had to find someone that probably would just find him plum adorable, or, at the very least, not bat an eye at a man in drag.
Just my luck. Short of him being outright mean to the woman, he didn't think that there was much that he could do that would at least keep her cordial. She seemed like a very fine person, the kind of woman who he could get along with. God, he missed having friends! There were few people whom he had met in passing, one being a woman that he hoped he gave some good luck to, one being a man whom he hoped he gave some bad luck to (after he threw him in a mirror), and a third woman who looked like she just needed some help in her life, and a nudge in the direction of some positive currents. Some of the people he even wanted to met again! Orion was the shining difference in the moment. But this woman seemed like fun, and the type to help a stranger on the street, which, for him, was always aces.
"So... I hate to be a big ol' stick in the mud, but my boyfriend should be meeting me here soon, and he is the jealous type..." It was a lie, or at least, as close to a lie as Jacob thought he was telling. He didn't have a boyfriend, as much as he had hoped to find one in Orion, but the two boys had not had the chance to have "the talk" yet, and without "the talk" there was nothing serious, even if there was. Somehow, Jacob thought that Orion was the type of gent to break the mold on a lot of rules, but all the more reason for them to have "the talk" before assuming anything more. As for the jealous part of things, for all he knew, Orion was the jealous type, and if he were, then Jacob was only being dishonest in his uncertainty, not the letter of the law. If Orion wasn't a jealous man, than Jacob was just outward lying like a dog, and he was not sure which one would make him feel better at the end of all of this. As for the "he is meeting me" part, that was as bold and faced as a fib could get. Jacob was alone right, not expecting anyone, the perfect target for a targeting. He noted to play up the "damsel in an alley" act once me managed to get to investigating this uneasy feeling of his...
"But you can come and see me at the Raindrop Cafe just two block from here. You might see me as Bambi Divine. You will not be able to miss me! I'll be the ballest of all the belles!" The more he spoke of his drag alter ego, the more pronounced his accent was, always a smooth Mississippi River drawl, now moving more east to belong to the plantations of the Atlantic, the kind of place that Sherman would have met on his notorious March. He popped a shoulder, now with all of his lady things in the case, and in tow, before turning and walking off, muttering something about "where that boy could have gotten himself lost to..." He hoped the act would get the nice blonde woman to stop looking at him, so he could duck down an alleyway, and start an actual prowl.
"All right... So..." he spoke, more to himself, falling back to his Mississippi, manly self. "Come out, come out, and all that hubbub."
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Sept 21, 2012 0:31:45 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -For some reason this man seemed to be very hesitant to let her help him. She couldn’t figure out why that was but there was something about him that both pushed her away and yet called her in. She couldn’t figure out what it was but it was definitely there. Also there was the tiny fact that her senses were calling at her to be careful, that there was something around and it wasn’t a vampire. She could usually distinguish the feeling between a vampire and demon…but this was different. She could feel that it was there, but again, it was a different sense…and one she wasn’t quite sure she liked.
Hearing his comment about a boyfriend she couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t know why but his comment reminded her of something she would say about Angel. Granted, she and Angel weren't technically together at the moment because every time she had gone to have 'that talk' with him something interrupted them. Whether it be breaking down and telling him about some of the things that she had been forced to do that he hadn't known about, thus falling asleep in his arms crying, or someone busting in whatever room they were in and either demanding that they give whoever it was attention or tell them they were needed because of something or another. Either way they hadn't had the opportunity to talk about their relationship yet but she knew that when they did they would end up working things out...they always did. She had to have that hope or else she really wouldn't have anything left to fight for.
“Well if it makes you feel any better my boyfriend is a crazy jealous person as well and he doesn’t even know I’m gone…though I can guarantee he won’t be happy when he realizes I left without him.” She stated matter of factly, though her eyes and smile shone out, letting him know that she was just teasing. “Because apparently little old me shouldn’t be wandering the streets by myself no matter what time of day it is.” She told him with a roll of her hazel eyes.
She heard what he said about the Raindrop Cafe but didn't have time to respond before she felt her senses go into over drive. She looked towards the woods behind her and could see from the short distance that she was at that there were four vampires luring in two young girls...and neither girl seemed to be able to resist following them. She looked a bit harder and noted that neither of the girls were potentials which means they were going to be victims if she didn't stop them.
"I'll definitely come and check it out." She told the man whose name she hadn't gotten before bolting towards the trees, breaking up the party with a classic Buffy move of walking in between the four vampires and two humans and giving them a pout. "I can't believe I wasn't invited." She stated with a frown, though anyone could see that it was fake. Shockingly enough the vampires seemed to know who she was as they immediately shifted into game face and jumped at her, giving the two girls time to get away.
Unfortunately Buffy hadn't seen the other two vampires hidden deeper in the woods as she was focused on getting the girls to safety. So when she felt herself being tossed out of the safety of the woods and onto the side walk she groaned. Yep, that hurt. She jumped to her feet quickly, throwing the vampire who had tossed her down on the ground and plunging a stake into his chest before standing back up and turning back towards the other vampires. “So who’s next?” She asked before diving at them, refusing to let them get away.
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Post by jacob on Sept 26, 2012 18:38:56 GMT -6
There was... nothing here. All the alleyway was really offering him was darkness, chill, and stench. Truth be told, he was a little disappointed, and worried that maybe his powers were on the fritz. He had only had them for about 150 years... Maybe there was some sort of demon puberty he was supposed to go through, or some daring ritual he had to complete every century and a half to keep his abilities fresh. Like celery enclosed in Tupperware...
His shoulders sagged in dissatisfaction, which was insane, really, since he probably should be avoiding confrontation at all costs right now. Gone were the days where he could wrestle himself up from quick cash through card games on riverboats. The high stakes games were all in back rooms, and the meaning of high stakes had changed over the times. What used to earn a single shot to the chest if someone didn't like how you played, you could now expect some average Joe to be packing a semi-auto. One to six shots to the chest was very different from 20 to 30. He knew from experience.
Just as he was contemplating what he was going to do with his life, and ask for walking directions to the club, he heard... something. A keen ear might call it a scuffle. It was definitely a ruckus, and Jacob wanted to know what was the cause of it. Still clutching his guitar case closely in his hands, and still ignoring that pounding feeling like there was something bigger than him prowling the streets, he moved out of the alley, to a place where the woods and the city seemed to meet up. Two girls, both just slips of things in their own right, passed him as they made a speedy retreat, not even giving him a sideways glance as they rushed from something that chilled them to the core. Part of him wanted to tend after the ladies, but they were long gone before his mind even came to that conclusion.
The sounds of fighting, however, were still raging ahead, and it sounded like that was the source of much interest, so onward he pressed. Coming up on the scene, he was surprised to see that there was a series of vampires that had decided to descend upon the woman he had met in the street. And furthermore, she seemed to be holding her own, whipping out all sorts of fantastical battle techniques that he had only seen in trained fighters. She seemed capable, but she also seemed outnumbered, and a gentleman does not allow a lady to remain unescorted, even in matters of combat.
Twirling his guitar case around, he rushed forward, yelling a shout at the top of his lungs to garner the attention of at least one of the vampires. With a cold clock that came more from surprise than from actual skill, he beaned one of vamps in the oh-so-bumpy face, sending him back and to the ground. One vampire temporarily disengaged, and the heat of the moment pumping his adrenaline strong, he turned to the blonde warrior, and smiled.
"I think it'd be best if we'd-"
SNAP!
He hadn't seen it coming. How on Earth was supposed to? He was not a fighter, more a rogue, and it was his fault for jumping into the middle of everything without much of a plan. Sure he got one good hit in, and that was what they would write on his tombstone. “Here lies Jacob Leopald Sherman. At Least He Got In A Lucky Shot. Ha! There's something poetic in that! But a lot of good any of that did him when he felt hands on his head, one around his temple, the other around his chin. Faster than he could think, he head was being whipped with the intensity to snap his neck.
He couldn't help it. He went limp, arms and legs spread akimbo. It would take him at least a few seconds to right himself again, but for those few seconds, he was certain that he was going to giv the nice blonde lady a fright....
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 5, 2012 23:12:05 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She continued to fight, though she was getting highly annoyed with this. Not that she minded a decent fight every once in awhile but she really didn’t like to do this when it was fairly early in the evening and people were still out and about…especially since she wasn’t actually in a cemetery and there were bound to people around that could and would easily hear the fight that was going on in the small stretch of woods behind a busy town square. She didn’t really want to be the one to break it to them that their small town wasn’t as safe as it could be…but at the moment she wasn’t sure if she would have a choice.
Unfortunately she didn’t get to ponder that much longer as she was thrown into the concrete, hitting it face first…fuck that was going to leave a mark...or a break for that matter. Groaning as she saw a bit of blood forming she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, grimacing at the grossness of it but knowing there wasn’t much she could do at the moment to get away with it she jumped up, wincing at the pain in her nose. Yep, her nose was definitely broken. Oh that was going to be fun to deal with later.
She quickly jumped up, turning around on her heel and letting no time pass as she formed a fist and punched the vampire in the face as she glared. "You should know how vain blondes are...never mess with the face." She ranted before shoving her stake in his heart, turning around and looking for someone else to kill.
Okay, so maybe that was a bit dramatic but it was completely true. She would admit to being a damn good fighter when she put her mind to it and she would also admit to wearing some of her war wounds so to speak with pride, but she was not the only one who didn’t want someone to hit her in the face. Seeing that she had a few seconds she quickly pushed her nose back into place, groaning at the pain but knowing that it was better than letting it heal crooked and quickly kicked another vampire down.
Hearing a voice from behind her she turned around, just in time to see the man that she had been talking to a few moments before hand get his neck snapped. She watched in horror as he fell before quickly taking care of the other two vampires, rushing over to him and letting a small tear fall as she hovered over his fallen body. “No.” She whispered, not believing that she had let someone innocent be killed.
Word Count:: 501
Tag:: Jacob!
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Note:: So sorry about the wait and about the craptastic post that this is… being sick and barely being able to keep my eyes open has really limited how much I can write at the moment. However I know I had let this sit here for much too long so I figured this was the best way to go about it. Again, sorry for the delay.
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Post by jacob on Oct 7, 2012 5:07:47 GMT -6
With the signal from his brain to his limbs temporarily severed, there was little that Jacob could really do for the time besides lay back and watched. It would have been restful, if it had not been for the slowly growing primitive fear growing in his mind as phantom limb syndrome started to settle in all over his body. Trouble with being able to survive a neck break was dealing with the side effects of the trauma that the human body normally didn't have to deal with. If he didn't set himself to rights before things healed too quickly, then they were settle in incorrectly, and he would have to deal with at least a week of locked-in syndrome. Being conscious of the world, but not having the world conscious of you, was something that Jacob was feeling very keen on experiencing...
More important, the blonde lady had some moves! He could feel that primal, predator energy rise in the air around him he watched her take care of business, and it started to become clear, as the vampires dusted and fluttered into the wind (self-cleaning!) that the source was from the last one standing. Mulling over what she could be in his head, he also gave consideration to what kind of people just jumped into fights against a flock (swarm? murder?) of vampires just to save a couple of civilians. This way, by the time his head was back on his shoulders properly, he had already made up his mind about how he was going to treat this woman.
The healing process good and done, Jacob started the process of sitting up, though he admittedly did it a little too quick, and could only prop himself up on his elbows. The sensation of all that blood going from the rest of his body to his brain, rejuvenating his head with oxygen with the intensity of the boys at war, left him light headed, and shaking away the cobwebs. Blinking hard a few times, his eyes relearned how to see and send signals back to the mind, and the spots that were dancing through his vision faded away. “Anyone get the number of that buffalo that hit me?”
He looked over to the woman, who was hovering over his body and genuinely shed a tear for what had appeared to be the loss of his life. Honestly, he hadn't given what she must have thought into consideration. It was just another example of how out of touch he was with people. Been a lone rover for too long, bucko. Face it, Jake, you need people... Doing his best to smile at the woman, though it came out shakily at best, he picked up a hand into a weak wave. He tried to throw in a good laugh, too, but it ended up coming out as a small escape of air that spoke more of awkwardness than of humor. “So... I am guessing that this cat just came running out of the bag, huh?”
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 8, 2012 18:01:36 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She wasn't sure what to do and before she could even think of exactly what to do she saw movement. Okay, not that she hadn't seen a lot of weird things in her life because she had...hell...she had been involved in the majority of them herself, but she would admit, seeing someone recover from a broken neck wasn't usually something she was used to seeing. She probably should have been but for some reason it was just a bit...odd to her. She wondered briefly if Angel or Spike had ever had their necks broken but shook that thought of her head as quickly as it came in…
She doubted either one would answer her question to begin with.
She let out a cross between a snort and a cough (something that sounded weird but it was a bit more lady like than a full blown snort) when she heard the man ask if she got the number of the buffalo that hit him. Normal people would answer with a ‘what the hell?’ or the equivalent to it…however she did what she did best, she answered with sarcasm. “Nah, they don’t have a number anymore…their floating in the wind.” She stated honestly, seeing the numerous piles of ash that were starting to float away as the wind blew. She saw her stake on the ground next to the last pile and leaned over to grab it, tucking it into her pocket. She would usually put it in her boot but since she was clearly dealing with someone of supernatural origin she figured she better keep it for safety sake.
Not that she was worried about him as she didn’t feel any ill intentions towards him, but one could never be too careful when one was the slayer…it was one of the first things she had learned from Merrick, though she did tend to forget about it sometimes.
She saw the wave he let out and waved back before rolling her eyes with a laugh, her smile bright and clearly relieved. "Well unless you’re some weird cat person then I'd say it was more the demon or vampire was let out of the bag." She told him honestly, figuring that demon was more likely but then again one could never know. She couldn't sense anymore vampires around but she could sense demons so she figured she was right, but figured it would be rude to assume.
Standing up she offered him her hand to help him up, not sure what to say now. She thought about spilling the beans that she was the slayer…but figured she would wait until he asked questions about exactly what or who she was. Most demons and vampires could guess who she was once they realized that she wasn’t a snack, but then again some didn’t know…so she wouldn’t give out that information unless he asked for it. She had to remember it wasn’t just her anymore that she had to worry about, she had a lot of other slayers that she felt it was her responsibility to protect.
Word Count:: 549
Tag:: Jacob!
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Note:: I am feeling better now thankfully. Still not 100% by a long shot but at least I can move and breathe and talk now, lol.
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Post by jacob on Oct 11, 2012 16:25:17 GMT -6
Jacob took the hand offered to him, gratefully. "You must excuse me, darlin'," he started, some of his more old fashioned way coming out now that his more demonic nature had been exposed. The "darlin" came more out of a recognition that was was younger than him. She had to be! Young and spry as she looked, even if she was some sort of demon, then she had not let the toil of a long year or 100 fall on her shoulders. "I haven't the foggiest idea as to how they were able to get behind me. I am usually so much better about that kind of thing."
For a moment, he looked over her, trying to figure her out, the idea of taking the stage as a drag queen tonight flying out of his thoughts. It was a lady's prerogative to change her mind, after all, and despite the fact that he really needed the money, Jacob was starved for some good attention... attention that was not throwing him into mirrors!
"There seems to be quite the yarn to tell here, little lady, and I am not nearly sober enough to tell it in full truth without it come out ridiculous. I say we skip the rainbow tour tonight, and find us a quaint place to enjoy a drink. I'm buying... and by I'm buying, I mean that you are buying with the extra $20 you just found in your pocket."
Their conversation from earlier and their contact when she was helping him to his feet was all that he really needed to swing some of her minor luck in the upswing, focusing on minor and immediate financial gain. This usually took the form of a well washed bill of money tucked into the bottom of a jeans or coat pocket, the kind of bill that survived a tumble through the washing machine to be a nice surprise on the other side. Sure, it was a cheap parlor trick, but it involved from real magic, and not some sleight of hand. The way Jacob saw it, it was best to get these kind of things out of the way. If she had a problem with demons, she could go ahead and try to kill him. Frankly, whatever she was, it only gave him mild rumblings in the tummy, nothing nearly as bad as when he was walking around in cemeteries.
He turned on his heels, and started to walk down the alley, scooping his guitar case over his shoulder, hoping that she would follow, but understanding if she just turned tail...
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 14, 2012 8:30:12 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She couldn’t help but laugh at the darling pet-name sort of thing and the not knowing how they could have gotten behind him. “Hey it happens to the best of us, trust me when I say I am very familiar with that particular question.” She told him honestly, remembering the several times she had pouted after a fight because a vampire or demon had gotten behind her and caused more damage than it should have. Granted not many had been able to really hurt her other than the brief shock of pain, but she had been wounded badly a fair few times.
It took everything she had not to touch the still very large bruise across her stomach where she had been thrown into various headstones by Glory. Her rips were still quite bruised underneath as well though luckily no one could see that. Angel didn’t realize she was still in pain from a fight that had happened three days ago so far and that was exactly how she wanted it. She had needed to patrol and she knew if he (or really anyone else) had known she was still smarting she would be holed up in her house and would be no help to anyone. A little white lie never hurt anyone right?
Yeah, she doubted they would see it that way if they ever found out she had lied in the first place, which she really hoped they didn’t.
Hearing that he wasn’t sober enough to tell his tail should have worried her, but it didn’t. She would admit to not really ever being around people who drank that often, especially not after her little trip to 10,000 years B.C. when she herself had gotten drunk, however she had learned over the years to enjoy a drink or two every once in awhile. “Feeling in her pocket she did indeed find a twenty that hadn’t been there before. She knew for a fact that she hadn’t had any cash on her only because she had left it all in her car as she always did when she patrolled simply because it usually got lost.
“Hmmm…sounds like a plan, but you just proved me right. You’re a type of demon, though I am not going to even try to guess what type.” She stated, hurrying to follow him and in a moment of kinship for the man she slid her arm into his and walked next to him. “I’m a horrible guesser and that’s definitely a friend of mine’s forte more than mine.” She stated before quirking her eyebrow. “So…where are we headed?” She asked, and hoped that she wasn’t making him uncomfortable. She liked this man for some reason, he seemed like a nice guy and even though he had his quirks, really who didn’t? And was she really one to talk? Nope she wasn’t, so again, she hoped she wasn’t making him uncomfortable, but if she was she figured he would tell her.
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Post by jacob on Oct 15, 2012 22:14:03 GMT -6
Feeling the blonde lady slip her arm in his crocked one was just what the doctor ordered to bring on a large grin from the man... demon... demon-man. He was having a hard time really reconciling what he should be calling himself right now. That feeling that this woman was more than what she seemed was so ingrained in the pit of his stomach now that it was almost a part of his heartbeat. It was still pressing, though, almost growling, however inaudible it was. It was a stark reminder of just how human Jacob was not anymore, no matter how hard he tried to act like one.
Out of his time and out of his place, he felt like he cheated death to get here. Maybe that was why the soul was damned when you sold it to a demon? It's a big old middle finger to God and the Accord, saying that their plan for you just isn't good enough.
He did, however, resist the urge to skip off into the night, signing "We're Off to See the Wizard." That, as a previous mentor of his would have said, was just too gay. There was a line, and he already had contemplated hopscotching over when he thought about dressing up like a lady tonight and getting his drink on for cash. Time for him to tread that line back to the manageable side.
"And how do you know I am a demon!?! That twenty dollars could have been a sleight of hand, and that neck thing could have been an elaborate trick! I could be the worlds best prestidigitator!" He said it with a flourish to his tone, playful and ascending. He chuckled to himself, knowing that it was not true, but liking to throw the concept out there. "And I think I know a Mexican cantina where we can get something interesting, no matter what your desire. Tequila does wonderful things!"
As they approached the bar in question, it became clear that tequila was not just the preferred drink of Jacob's for the night, but also a reference to the bar itself. "Tequila Mockingbird" was in good spirits for the night, complete with some sort of karaoke crooning coming from inside. What was a cantina without a karaoke hour, after all? There was no cover charge tonight, on account of possible torture via ear piercing signing, and a place for two was hardly something hard to find. As they approached the table, Jacob took the time to hold out the chair for the blonde
"So, while we wait for service, I can start." It was the gentlemanly thing, after all. "Hi! My name is Jacob! And I'm a luck demon! ....God that sounds so stupid..."
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 19, 2012 17:51:05 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She was surprised to see the grin on the man's face but she was glad. She wasn't one that tended to shy away from contact which was odd after all she had been through. She liked to get along with people and she wasn't shy about it so again, she was glad that she hadn't made him uncomfortable. She wasn’t one that liked to make people uncomfortable (unless they were her friends in which case all bets were off) but there were times that it couldn’t be avoided unfortunately. However she had wondered if her presence (since most demons and vampires could tell once they realized who she was) would make him feel antsy, though she was glad that it seemed like that wasn’t the case.
She laughed at his question, rolling her eyes a bit though in a playful way. "I know you're a demon for a couple reasons there. One, I can sense it. I didn't realize it at first since I was more focused on the vampires in the woods." She stated with a smile. "And two, I think I'd know if someone tried to put something in my pocket. I've been in enough fights to know if someone's trying to touch me in anyway shape or form." She finished, sending him a wink. “As for tequila…just remind me to call someone and have them come pick me up as I tend to be a bit of a mess when I drink.” She stated, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the beer that she had drank after Parker and her getting into the mindset of a cavewoman.
That had definitely not been her finest hour.
Walking into the bar she noted a couple of guys nodding in her direction with a smirk but she ignored them. Not to sound vain but she had this happened quite a few times over the past couple of months that she had lived here since she was technically 'fresh meat' as she had heard. She knew that she looked younger than her years so some of them were guys that were in high school and she always got a kick out of telling them that she was 7 or 8 years older than them. Most women wouldn't admit their real age but she always found it amusing.
Once she sat down she smirked as he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you Jacob the Luck Demon." She stated with a giggle, holding out her hand. "I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and I've introduced myself as that more than a hundred times it seems so I understand the sounding stupid thing." She said with another giggle. “Though my watcher would probably be annoyed with telling my secrets I figure if you can be honest, so can I.” She grinned.
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Post by jacob on Oct 23, 2012 0:36:05 GMT -6
Sitting across from this woman, Jacob had to say that he was absolutely charmed. Her company was more than pleasant, and she had that nature about her that showed she had a quiet strength to her, something that was well deserved, but that she was not going to be boisterous about. Not entitlement... Birthright. He had a hearty respect for people who had been through hardships, but did their best to not bring it down on the heads of others.
That, and a lady who could turn that many eyes her way as she entered a room had to be onto some sort of cosmic secret...
"Vampire Slayer? I have heard of you, or, at least, you predecessors. Never had the chance to cross the path of any of them... Descent group of heroes, though, if you are looking to ask me, not that you are."
"By the way, I didn't ask... Does tequila do anything funny you? I find it does different things to different folk. Some people get real sleepy. Others just need to take their clothes off. One of my old drinking boys, for example, hand to G-G-God, tequila made his ski! No matter where he was, he just had to do it, and watching him try to find a method was more than hours of entertainment." Jacob knew. He had noticed. How could he not? He always did his best to not let it slip, but when he was excited, well... old habits died hard. He still could not abide by the names of Jehovah, no matter what the intention of any of his actions. Came with the selling of his soul thing, and a lot of people took that as invitation to judge him, and surety that he was evil and should be purged.
Looking down to table top, memories and lynchings and shootings dancing in his head, and looked resigned. "You're not going to kill me now, right?"
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