DAstyle - dark_wesley

You Got the Touch

When it was clear that something was going to keep distracting me, I shut the doors on my office and asked that I not be disturbed.

When I got wind that the twelve legal aides in my department had gotten so fond of each other that they had started taking bathroom breaks every fifteen minutes as a group, I had to get up and look at the little plastic robots I'd bought at the dime store for a kick.

When I saw my assistant through the glass wall of my office stand up on her chair and start clucking like a chicken, I started winding up my limited edition die-cast Robby the Robot and got soothed by the lights and little spinnin' antennae.

But when the copier technician started runnin' up and down the hall wearin' nothing but smeared-on toner, I knew it would take my very best toy robots to calm me down.

Crouching down beside the shelves that held my display 'bots, I unlocked the cabinets on the bottom, selecting just the perfect robots. The original, never-removed-from-box, mint condition circa 1986 versions were currently sitting in a modified gun chest in my apartment, but the banged-up ones with the peeling decals I kept with me.

The first one I set down looked for all the world like an undersized Walther P38 pistol. I grasped the barrel and the grip and started tugging and twisting and clicking until a short, squat robot form stood menacingly on the carpet.

The second I placed a couple of yards away on its tires and attached the trailer. With loud 'vroom, vroom' sounds, the semi truck drove circles around the gun robot until I stopped it. I pulled off the trailer, then flipped the cab over, turning it into a heroic-looking blue and red robot.

They both sported oversized weaponry, and as I made sure the scene was set just right, I heard the voices starting to make the movie real. I knew I was probably supplyin' the voices, but who knew here, right?

The red, former semi-truck robot glared at his enemy.

"One shall stand," Optimus Prime intoned with a deep, gallant voice, "one shall fall."

The gray gun robot sneered back.

"Why throw away your life so recklessly?" Megatron demanded.

I brought another Decepticon close to Optimus Prime and the big Autobot leader just bashed on it with one swing of his metal fist.

"That's a question you should ask yourself, Megatron."

With a crash of plastic steel and circuitry, the Transformer leaders clashed in a great battle of good versus evil. I grinned.

This time, Prime wasn't gonna die.
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inxsomniax - savingtheworld

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((Cont from HERE))

"We're getting married!!"

I sunk to the floor upon hearing such words, glad that the Moor was gone -- or perhaps I had imagined him entirely? -- but now what was I to do? No one I spoke to appeared to even acknowledge me, and now... oh now, my world was lost.

My beloved married to another? To... to... to a trollop?

My intended poem was discarded, and another came to mind...

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,
And thou my mind aspire to higher things:
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:
Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.

Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might,
To that sweet yoke, where lasting freedoms be:
Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light,
That doth both shine and give us sight to see.

I wiped at the tears on my cheeks and sought out something to end it all... a-ha! There, on a desk, appeared a blade of sorts. Yes, just the sort of thing for a poet to use to end his miserable life.

O take fast hold, let that light be thy guide,
In this small course which birth draws out to death,
And think how evil becometh him to slide,
Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.

"Come home, sweet dagger!" I shouted as I thrust it into my chest and... nothing happened. I tried again, then once more with the same results. "But... surely... no. how can this be?"

Then farewell world, thy uttermost I see,
Eternal Love, maintain thy life in me.

I sank to the floor once more, grasping the blade with all the sadness I felt, yet everytime it hit my chest, it passed through me... again, and again, and again...

"How can I commit suicide properly to show my beloved how his rejection has hurt me if I cannot even pierce my own breast?"

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Is This Place A Maze Or What?

I wandered the halls, desperately trying to find my way back outside. I couldn't remember where I'd came in. Roger had been with me and we had been talking, so I wasn't really paying much attention.

I found a stairwell and headed downstairs, searching for the door, or even someone familiar. Where the hell had Faith gone? Hello, I thought she was hungry too. I guess she had some kind of appointment she might have forgotten about.

Where the hell was the door? This place can't be that big. Can it?

I sighed, stopping in the middle of the hall and running my hand through my hair. I was getting very frustrated. Almost to the point of tears. And I don't cry. I never cry. But right now? If I didn't find the front door and get my pizza, I seriously might.

Leaning against the wall, I slid down and sat in the floor, holding my head in my hands. I was lost. And I was never getting out of this place. And I sure as hell wasn't getting my pizza.

A ringing sound startled me from my thoughts and I looked around, wondering what was going on. Was it some kind of fire alarm? Cause if it was? I was going to be engulfed in the flames, unable to find my way out. If I didn't starve to death first.

Then I realized it was my cellphone. Oh right. Pulling it out of my back pocket, I flipped it open, holding it to my ear cautiously.

"Hello?" I whispered, my eyes wide as I looked up and down the hall. Someone could be listening. Or watching me. You never know.

((open to the other end of the line *L*))

A Bit Rough Around the Edges

"Was there anything else we needed to discuss?"

The statement or question.. either way it had me more than rattled a bit. Still rattled actually as I hobbled about the halls. My memory was getting spotty, and for some reason or another I had all these human emotions. That wasn't supposed to happen. Well at least not the emotions I was experiencing at least. The interest in Harmony and her unicorns, the compassion I showed for Lilah in the restroom, then Hamilton. Well either way it all showed signs of weakness.

I wasn't supposed to be weak. Although my knees not very sturdy at the moment. Though understandable. I was actually having to concentrate to sort out just what I was doing. It was taking a lot of concentration not to just start wandering the halls too. I kept finding myself humming as well, and that was more than unsettling. It was just wrong.

Every twelve or twenty steps I would find myself stopping in the middle of the hall wondering where I was headed. It just felt so wrong. How could I be this confused? How could I be this forgetful?

I wanted to figure it out. Perhaps it was something I ate last night? Though I can't even remember what I did yesterday. I just know that this morning everything was fine. I got up, and came to work and now I was having all sorts of issues.

Glancing around the building I suppose I am not the only one. Trace from Accounting had just run past me wearing toga made of the draperies in the lounge. It wasn't really the proper work attire at all.

I knew that someone had to know something, but at that moment I couldn't remember who could help me. There was someone in the building... a Frank, or Gert or someone that was supposed to be smart about this stuff. I just couldn't remember them.

Once again I was in the middle of the hall. I stared down toward the end of it, and tipped my head up.

"Huh. Flurescent lighting. Not very flattering at all."

My hand slap against my hips and I scream out in pain. What the hell? Why am I in so much pain? I go to continue down the hall and I can feel my hips aching.

Woah. That can't be good.

"Did I get hit by a car or something?"

I have got to see how bad this is. I hobble towards the restroom and begin to hike my skirt up. There are red swollen nail marks running along my thighs, and what looks to be slight bruising on my hips. It looks like someone clawed at me.

"I got attacked by a demon and no one told me??" Even better than that, I had completely forgotten about it. It had to be recent too, which meant it happened here at work. This isn't good at all. There is a demon on the loose and he is going about attacking people and making them forget.

It's an amnesia demon or something. I need to kill it. Before it hurts anyone else. I know exactly what I need to do. I just can't remember what that is all of a sudden.

I glance down to my shoes and notice I am hiking my skirt up around my hips and my lower half is all banged up like I was in a hit and run, or a demon attack.

"THE DEMON ATTACK!!" Points to me for remembering something finally. I shift my skirt back down and head down to the lab. I am sure there are weapons and everything there. I just need to concentrate. Keep the memory in my head long enough to get there and get the weapon and get out.

The memory is locked in. Nothing going to get it out. I head down to the lab. The stairs were a stupid choice and I have no idea why I was terrified of the elevator. I push the doors to the lab open and see a ton of people. Woah. I wonder if they are here to find out about the demon too. Well I am not about to just stand around and talk to them - hey. Dead Watcher on the table.

I am sure no one even noticed me head around to the back of the lab and grab one of the impact emitters. Compact and packing a powerful punch they should at least knock out the demon that did this too me. Keep the memory in there Eve, don't let it fade away. I head out the back door to the lab and bump into someone in the hall. I haven't a clue who they are, but they are singing at the top of their lungs, and off-key.

That is just horrible. Someone should tell him that he is-

What am I doing with an impact emitter?

((Open to Lilah, as I am hoping she has seen Eve wandering in the lab and out the back so that we can do the tiny scene we planned out))
[express] check the flow

Gettin' Some Air... and a Stripper!

I slipped free of that mass gatherin' and made my way into the hallway. It was a damn big hallway too. I mean how the hell did I find this place anyway? Must'a left my map somewhere else. No matter, I was a Slayer. Natural instincts or some shit. I started to mill around, opening doors lookin' around. Most of it was run of the mill borin' offices and storage. Caught a few people all makin' out on the top of a file cabinet. That was different. Saw some people all dancin' round in their underoo's which was sorta cute. I mean if I had any panties on I could'a joined 'em.

I finally found the elevator but when the doors opened, there was some dude takin' a nap in there. I wasn't 'bout to be all wakin' him up. I mean maybe he was really tired. The stairs are just fine. I started up them and man their were like a million of them. After a few flights I forgot where I was goin' I mean I had somethin' to do right? Somethin' about a stripper?

Damn. What was I doin'?

I pushed a door open on the next landin' and took a sigh of relief when it was a normal office floor. I had to be in some office buildin' or somethin' maybe there was a demon infestation or somethin' but that didn't explain away that feelin' I had. Somethin' about strippin' or lookin' for a party?

I reached in my back pocket seein' if I had a note or an address or an office number or somethin' to go off of. But nothin' plus I wasn't really sure if I was wearin' the right thing for a stripper. I mean I was pretty sure this was Slayin' gear, not Layin' gear.

No matter.

I headed down the hallway lookin' into the offices tryin' to at least guess which one I was supposed to go to. I was gettin' a bit dizzy turnin' around and checkin' all the offices that I didn't even notice when I was at the end of the hall.

Well fuck. Which office was it?

Looks like someone is just gonna get a pop-in visit, cause I am lost.

I headed down the hall and swung open the first door I came across. C. Chase Funny, I used to go to school with a chick named that. Last I heard she was in LA too. What are the odds?

"Must be your lucky day Miss Chase." I slammed the door shut and started runnin' my hands through my hair. It was all twisted funny, but soon it was all fallin' the way it was s'posed to. "Cause you are gonna get one hell of a - show?"

The chair spun around and I was starin' Cor' right in the face. Then in the boobs, cause DAMN she was stacked.
Neverending Battle

When it's time to change, then it's time to change

Harmony left the office, and I had to restrain myself from running out the door after her. Wait, why did I do that again? Why shouldn't I go after Harmony? It's my law firm, there's nothing stopping me from walking out of my office and talking to my very own secretary, was there? Of course not!

I took a few steps only to almost walk right through Spike. Now I remembered, it was Spike that was keeping me here. I was arguing with Spike, and that was always a priority, just like it had been for a century. Nothing got between me and some good verbal sparring with my old sidekick. Secretly, a lot of days here at W&H, the only highlight to the day was berating Spike.

Turning around to really give him a good shouting at, Spike disappeared.

"Well, that wasn't very fair," I said to no one.

With Spike gone, though, I could get back to what I'd been doing in the first place.

And that was...

Scratching my chin, trying to remember what I'd been about to do when Spike had vanished, I looked all around my office. Heading over to my desk, I rustled through the papers, and even tried looking through the files on my computer. Nothing told me a damn thing about what I was supposed to do today other than try and figure out what was going on with the whole Hellmouth deal. Finally, I reached over to my phone, figuring that of anybody, my secretary would have an idea about my schedule.

I almost fell out of my chair.

My secretary! Of course! How could I have been so stupid, I asked myself, and not just about forgetting a minute ago, but about who blind I'd been for years.

Throwing the doors of my office open, grin on my face, I strode proudly and just a little nervously across the floor until I reached Harmony's desk.

"Harmony, I have something very important I want to discuss with you," I said, in a mock-stern boss voice. Taking her by the delicate, elegant wrist, I tugged Harmony gently up out of her chair and led her around the desk until we were both standing in front of it.

"Harmony," I said, more softly now, fighting not to get lost in those big, beautiful, kinda vacant eyes. "Harmony, I know we haven't had the best relationship over the years-- you tried to kill me, I tried to kill you... you work for the most evil corporate entity in the universe, and now I run the company. But there are always bound to be bumps in the road, right?"

I was rambling, and I knew it, but I had to get everything I had off my chest and out of my heart.

"What I'm saying, I guess, is that I want to make up for all of that right here, right now. I want to show you that there isn't a bit of that old me left, and nothing but the new, all-Harmony, all the time me."

Knowing that it might ruin my suit-- but not caring-- I went down on one knee in front of her.

"Harmony-- marry me!"

((Open to Harmony))
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inxsomniax - savingtheworld

Ode to my Beloved!

"And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart, -
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things?"

I paused in my writing, wondering if it mattered whether or not one actually held a pen between one's fingers if the words, O the words, were spoke from the heart to the beloved! And my beloved had no inkling, none yet, of the truth of these words! O, that I might sit beside the lovely one and merely... gaze upon that face that captured this poor poet's heart!

Hmm... it is slightly late, however. Perhaps speaking the words aloud would not do me any good, especially if Mum was home waiting for me. Twas almost suppertime, after all. Words could wait...

O, but they could not!

I smiled again as I walked amongst the people oblivious to bulge swelling in my heart, and finished my words.

"O Angel, it is plain
I am not of thy worth nor for thy place!
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain, -
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face."

I sighed happily, straightening my jacket and pushing the glasses higher up after they had slipped down slightly. "Excuse me, miss, but might you--?" How odd. The young lady gave a strange look and continued walking away.

I suppose after that party at Cecily's, I should be used to such things... but part of me still hopes.

"Sir, I--"

"Yes, so sorry to bother, but--"

This time, my sigh was of frustration. If no one would speak to me, however could I deliver my new poem to my love?

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Soft and pretty by noelia_g

Finding the Dark

I reached up to the top of the gurney, feeling for the sheet that had once covered the body for politeness' sake, or at least to keep any of the others from looking at the things they didn't want to really see in the first place. Or...the last place...or at all. All I knew was that it purpose seemed to be concealment, and that suited me as much as mostly anything else had today.

Oh there were a few other elses tickling the back of my brain, but it couldn't seem to become anything more solid than a face, and a voice. I was loosing names again, things getting harder as they got simpler. Slipping the sheet around me, I marveled at the softness of it even as the odor that clung to it made me want to shrink away. As it always seemed to be, it was decision time. Was the sheet a need, or a want? Would it keep me going...surviving...living? Or was it just something to get in the way, the things that lead to trouble.

I think there had been some flowers once, far away and out of reach, and I had wanted them in a very uneeded way. They weren't about food or shelter, and they weren't anything close to nessecery. I went to far...and I was sure there was more to the story there I wasn't remembering. Was it mine? Or someone elses? I think it just might be a little, and a lot of both.

Ignoring the voices above me I curled into a smalled ball, hand reaching up to trace the smooth, metal surface above me. It didn't feel right, and it didn't look that way either. I was still much too exposed, all the air that rushed by making me nervous. I would just have to make due until I could find something else. Something...safer.

I began to scetch my plans into the sky, ignoring the way the silver plane reflected my face back at me.

"I need to get past all that," I answered myself, continuing to write. "I need to go further..."

((Open to Faith and Kennedy...and Wes, Lilah and Roger when they arrive))
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Gunn Charles gunn 2 ns

The plague of thoughts.

I was lookin' over files, sittin' in my office, no different then any other day really, except that it was.

This day was different, because like the last couple, we now knew that we had a hellmouth right here, sittin' below us.

Didn't really know what all of that meant, but I had heard Angel talk about Sunnydale a lot and was guessin' that it was goin' to be a party; the kind that you didn't really want to go to.

Not that I was doin' a lot of partyin' lately. With all of the shit that we had goin' on hre and havin' to defend scumbags at the behest of the senior partners, and then dealin' with the guilt of that, not exactly the best thing for the soul, and definitely took any partyin' edge away.

I tossed the pen in my hand down on the file that I was lookin' at. It wasn't the most disgustin' client that I had ever seen, or had to represent, but then again, all of them were scum, people that I wanted to hit, and yet, I had to spin off the Gilbert and Sullivan in the car on the way to the courthouse and get in there and dazzle.

I had been feelin' kinda worse, as every case went by and I missed the slayin', nothin' like dustin' some vamps, but somethin' else was botherin' me right now.

I got up, and it was sort of involuntary. I didn't even mean to, but I just found myself lookin' out the window and there, was Knox of all people!

I closed my eyes and opened them again, and this time, he wasn't sittin' there smilin' at me like the very dead scientist that he was, just seconds ago.

I couldn't help but think about Fred. Yeah, we still got along great, but the distance wasn't easy to deal with and of course, Knox had been there, tryin' to woo her first and after that, well, Wes had seemed to get what he had always wanted.

That was cool, but seein' Knox hoverin' outside of a window, lacked in the 'I want that to happen all of the time department. Maybe I was workin' too hard? Hell, that couldn't be it. I didn't know any other way.

I paced around a little bit and sat down, the chair not as comfortable as it normally was, not iftting my form exactly the way it usually did, nice and snug, supportin' my back.

I started to open the file back up, but I could swear that on the top of the file, I saw the name Alanna Gunn. I looked at it again. My baby sis' name wasn't there, but twice in a manner of minutes, I had seen somethin' and was a little freaked.

Tryin' to deflect those thoughts away and focus on the team, the objective here, I positioned myself in the chair in a way that was comfy and cozy and put my hands behind the back of my head, just tryin' to chill for a minute.

Before, of course, I prepared for the next case.
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