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This is the way to live. From world_onfire	[Oct. 16th, 2007|10:50 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |energetic]Sellin' my soul to Jenoff for a truck was the best thing that I had eva done. Sure, I neva expected to live the seven years for the debt to be collected, but that shit's beside the point now. I was badass, I killed demons and helped people and survived. When Jenoff came lookin' for me, it wasn't because of the seven years. Naw...it was all about me givin' my soul up to Fred. Truth is, I think I already had which is why when Jenoff took my soul, when Angel, Groo, Cordy and Fred had failed to save me that night because they were too busy fightin' like lameasses..it was why I didn't die.Shit, lookin' back, I'm glad they fought like lameasses because I didn't die, only thus far, none of my forma friends know it. My body was there for all of them to see, Angel thought he'd killed Jenoff after I was supposedly dead, but Jenoff can't die, or at least in no way that I know, so they all left sad, cryin' and beaten from that fight and especially Fred...yet I was alive...Of course, I was up lata that night thinkin' about why I had eva thought about givin' in to a little stick figure like Fred in the first place. I rememba those times...when I was jealous of Wes ova Fred and I can't believe it. Don't get me wrong, I like havin' sex even more now then before, except now I'm not worried about committment; far from it. I'd rather have a lot of different women because there are so many of them out there that come into the casino with their slits showin' and their cleavage hangin' out and if they suck at pleasin' me or moan too much, well, I rip their heads off...break their necks, or just smash their noses into their skulls. I have Fred to thank for that and I have Angel as a guide...I can't believe that souled freak eva wanted to get his soul back. If I were him, I'd fuck everything movin'...okay, I already do...but I would nail all of the ho's until I lost my soul...not that I will. Unlike Angel, I didn't have some lame curse put on me. I can't get my soul back as far as I know and if anyone tries, Jenoff will step in, but more importantly, I will.Right now, I patrol the casino which is where I meet and bed most of the women that I either nail and let leave, or nail and kill. Jenoff uses me as muscle, but he's not big on me leavin' just yet because I'm a human livin' without a soul which is possibly an originality, none of us know; but because I'm not a demon, Jenoff only uses me to beat on cheata's in the casino and of course, lets me do my thing with the bitches.Someday, though, I'll come face to face with Fred again, or Cordy and if I do, their asses are grass and let's just see Angel try to stop me.Someday, Jenoff won't care what I do and I'll make my mark. You best believe it and just let Angel try to stop me. I'm sure that the old Angel investigations has gotten word of all these murders around LA, and might be investigatin' it, but I hope they come a callin'.It'll be the last move that any of them eva make.
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Cordy...give me the treatment that I deserve ova Fred. From thepowerplayers	[Jan. 28th, 2007|02:34 am]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |blah]Illyria and Wesley after her, walked away.I could see the frustration in Cordy’s eyes that Wesley followed her. I wished that he hadn’t, but I understood, in sort of a sick way. Wesley is devoted to Illyria now as if she were Fred and while that’s sick, I get it. Illyria can look like her, talk about the past with Wes and give him sex that Fred couldn’t dream of and also protect him from the occasional powerful house intruder.I got all that.I just wished that he hadn’t left Cordelia and I to calm Illyria down or whatever it is that they will do, because like me, he has to feel so amazing that Cordy is alive again. He could also take away some of the abuse that will now be hurled at me.Then again, I want her to treat me like shit right now. It fits my mood to a tee and I deserve it. Yeah, hopefully she cuts into me some more. We had explained to her how Illyria had come to be and I had explained to her my part in it. There wasn’t enough abuse in the world to cova for my part in it. I could have my heart ripped out by some ogre in some basement everyday for the rest of my life and it wouldn’t take away how much of a bastard that I had been to sign that form lettin’ the sarcophagus into the country…into the firm.Yeah, Cordy should and hopefully does give me that hostile treatment right now, even though I love her like a sista, because I deserve it and want to feel her emotions on the topic. I want her to get it off of her chest and I want to feel like I have to atone, because right now, Jada needs me and I need to be primed for anything.Angel and Faith had gone to Wolfram and Hart and as Cordy gave me an evil look and paced in front of me, I wondered why it was that I hadn’t gone with them? Angel said that it could be dangerous, but since when did danger ever get in my way from takin’ care of business, or in this case, savin’ the woman that I am fallin’ in love with more and more by the day, even in her absence? Neva, but yet, I need to stay here with Cordy for a little longa. If she berates me, then so be it. If she chooses to forgive me and give me anotha hug…even betta.“Look, Cordy, I know that you probably have a little hate for me right now and I deserve it. I shouldn’t have signed that document. I shouldn’t have cared about the upgrades because like you said earlier, what good are they goin’ to do me now? I should have known that somethin’ bad was gonna happen. I wish, a lot of the time that Wesley had killed me when he stabbed me. And that’s the truth.”[Cordy]
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Cordy? ALIVE? From thepowerplayers	[Jan. 13th, 2007|10:48 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |shocked]Wes, Illyria and I got out of the rental car and after shakin’ off the weirdness of drivin’ and watchin’ the two of them talk closely together, knowin’ that they were doin’ the deed now on a regular basis, I put my thoughts together and looked at how gorgeous that this place was. The lawns were manicured, the walkway to the front door was marble, the fences surroundin’ the property were regal lookin, the driveway circled around to the front door and branched off towards a garage built for at least ten cars, and the mansion itself was at least four floors, and possibly five and was brick, everywhere.I stopped at the door, when I realized that I wasn’t goin’ to be the first one knockin’ on it, because standin’ there, was Angel, with Faith, some guy I didn’t recognize and Cordy?Cordy?!Some tall guy wit glasses on answered the door and before they could all go in and after Cordy called the guy Giles and then the tension built between Angel and Giles, which I knew about, because I know recognized this Giles cat as the one who wouldn’t help us with Fred because we worked for Wolfram and Hart. I wanted to punch the guy and I wondered why Faith and Angel, along wit Cordy and this unknown guy were here, but it didn’t take me long to figure that they had gotten Wes’ note and had come here to help us save Jada too, although wit Angel and wit Wolfram and Hart involved, I knew this wasn’t only about Jada.Still, I grabbed Cordy and her man turned to look what was happenin’. I wondered who this guy was, but for the meantime, I didn’t care. Right now, it was all about givin’ squeezes to Cordy, who…who was alive, somehow.I found that I couldn’t really let her go, no matta how hard I tried, that is, until, Wes pushed me aside and hugged her as well. I looked at Illyria and knowin’ how little she comprehended humans at this point, even though that comprehension seemed to be growin’, and wondered how she would react, but Wes’ beamin’ about her bein’ alive seemed to take her edge off and she and I shared a look. Illyria had Fred’s memories, so she knew who Cordy was, and that probably also took the edge off.The Giles guy, who was gonna get punched because if he had helped us, then maybe Fred would be alive, although maybe not, told us to come inside and Illyria and I sort of pushed Wes and Cordy inside, which broke up their hug.Cordy stayed near the door, talkin’ to us and there was so much to talk about, but I noticed that her well-dressed man went off wit Faith, Giles and Angel and I also noticed that Faith wasn’t happy wit this Giles guy, either, although Angel didn’t seem to be as mad at him as I expected. I figured that was all about all of the slayas that had died last night and Angel’s tendency to brood.I couldn’t stand it any longa, even though I was desperate to go find Jada…or try to…I just had to know and beat Wes to the question.“Cordy, you bein’ alive again is like sunshine in a rainy dream, but how the heck are you back?”She looked ova at her man but then smiled and turned back to Wes, Illyria and myself, her look for Illyria, not a great one and she started to talk. I couldn’t wait to hear her voice.[Cordy, Wes and Illyria]
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This is NO time for awkward sex! From thepowerplayers	[Dec. 19th, 2006|08:05 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |anxious]I was freakin’ out. We hadn’t been able to find Jada, Illyria, Wes and I, and I just knew that somethin’ bad had happened to her because of that Italian guy. We had no real answers, either. I know that Wesley had said that the possibility existed, and that it was one that I had to deal wit, that Jada had simply found this Italian appeali’ and might just be havin’ a good time wit him.That was a tough one to swallow because I was sure that Jada and I had been hittin’ it off and that she and I would be the ones getting’ cozy somewhere.Besides, Wesley’s words didn’t make sense. Why would I get knocked out and be taken to the Hyperion and let to live, and not killed by the vamps that had attacked us with lead pipes, and yet not rememba anything about the Italian guy, otha then he was Italian, if soemthin’ wasn’t up? Wouldn’t Jada had left me a note or somethin’? It was like it was too perfectly orchestrated and even Illyria and Wesley agreed wit me after I said that, but the problem remained…how do we find them? There was no way that we were goin’ to locate them in a city as big as Los Angeles, especially since Jada didn’t have a home here and since we didn’t know anything about the Italian mother fucker.We decided to consult Wes’ books. It was a long shot, but it was the best thing that we had goin’ so far and we went wit it. Wesley used the templates, and some faces were placed with names, briefly, but then they just disappeared. It was obvious that the Senior Partners were still around, they controlled the templates and they didn’t want us to see who this Italian guy was.It was official, Jada was in some serious danga, and that bothered me to no end. After tellin’ Wesley that he should burn the template and after he agreed, we knew that it was time to get the whole team involved.We rushed back to the Hyperion and nobody was downstairs. It was daylight now, but nobody was downstairs. Everyone was asleep and even in my worried state, I was cognizant enough to know that it had been a long night for everyone.We walked into Angel’s room, and we were all stunned. Well, at least Wes and I were. Illyria had a smile on her face and that was anotha weird thing. There was somethin’ goin’ on wit she and Wes that I had yet to ask either of them about, but that I could tell, just by bein’ around them for the last couple of hours.Faith givin’ Angel a knob was news to all of us, though, and now, we had to give them otha news. Obviously, Faith and Angel were now together, and that brought up some soul questions, so I tried not to look at Faith, wit barely anything on and I could take the memory of seein’ Angel’s erect penis out of my head foreva and be totally happy. Still, there were more important things to discuss.“Not to interrupt the two of you and this surprisin’ sex, but we have a big problem. We losty all of those slaya’s last night and now, Jada has gone missin’ and by everything we’ve tried, it doesn’t look good, guys…”[Faith, Angel, Wesley and Illyria]
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Seriously alarmed. From thepowerplayers	[Dec. 1st, 2006|08:02 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |worried]I rolled ova and didn’t know what to expect when I did. When I crashed down and found myself on the floor, I knew, at least, that I was still alive. I looked around and quickly realized that I was in the Hyperion, only now, there didn’t seem to be anybody here. I got up and fell back down. I had been clocked good wit something leaden, and it felt like I had been hit more then once. For all I knew, I had been hit more then once, but I was still alive.Slowly, I got up and walked around. There was blood on the floor from all of the slayers that had died and that didn’t help the feelin’ of nausea passin’ through me wit a rampage, and then I went to the stairs and climbin’ them was a major pain in the ass. Somebody had to be here, but the people that I was lookin’ for were Fabrizio, and I knew somethin’ about him, but I couldn’t remember what it was, and mainly, Jada. Thinkin’ about her made me yearn to feel stronga and as I looked around from room to room, I heard nobody and saw nobody. I went up the next flight of stairs, only to achieve the same result. Nobody was here, but me, which led me to wonder how in the hell I had gotten here and where were Jada and Fabrizio, because obviously if I was still alive afta the three of us had been attacked by those vamps with lead pipes, then the vamps didn’t carry me here. They did.That thought alone lit a fire under me. I mean, I know that Jada wasn’t mine to claim or anything, but we had been flirtin’ and she was as in to me as I was in to her, and now, neither of them were here when obviously, they had survived the attack, while I had been knocked unconscious. Then, somethin’ else occurred to me as I rushed back down to the second floor. Maybe Jada hadn’t made it? Maybe Fabrizio took me here and dropped me off, but Jada was dead?I wanted to scream. I wanted to, but then I heard the door open and rushed down the stairs, at least hopin’ to see Jada, but when I got there, it was Wes and Illyria, not that I wasn’t happy to see that they had both made it, but still, it wasn’t Jada.They were almost smilin’ until they looked at me and I realized that I probably looked like I had a terminal illness or somethin’ and the bump on my smooth, delicate head was unmistakable, or at least had to be. I saw concern drift over Wes’ eyes and Illyria moved forward and asked me what was wrong, and hwere had Connor and the slayer gone.“Jada and I split up with Connor and Melissa. I don’t know where they are. All I know is that some Italian guy wit some serious strength came along and helped Jada and I fight some demons and the next thing I know, some vamps attack us with lead pipes, I get knocked unconscious and I don’t know where Jada and the otha guy are…”I was panickin’. No doubt about it. Illyria examined the bump on my head, touchin’ it and I could have sworn that I could smell sex on her. Only right now, I wasn’t gonna bring that up.[Illyria and Wesley]
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Chasin' the demons towards East L.A. From thepowerplayers	[Nov. 24th, 2006|07:53 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |anxious]There were still demons out there. Like hundreds of them had escaped after most of them had burned and unless Wes and Illyria had killed all of them, then they were still out there, roamin’ the streets, probably not too happy, without their leaders and probably lookin’ for somethin’ or someone easy to kill.I didn’t really want to go back to the hotel. I had already seen the dead slayers and it wasn’t somethin’ that I wanted to see again, but Jada wanted to go and as far as I was concerned, I was wit her, regardless of when or where. She was a lsyaer too so thinkin’ about those dead ones and maybe her bein’ one of the dead, it was somethin’ that I dreaded.Was it wrong to like somebody so much when you first met them? No way. Never..no-how, as far as I was concerned. It had been a while since I had seen any action and my only true love eva, Fred, was dead. It had been far too long and my smooth, delicate heads needed to be stroked. If it was a slayer, even better and if she was a ubian goddess like Jada was, then even more betta.The hotel was like drama central. This Xander dude was all about hatin’ Angel and that was just wrong. Yeah, so apparently he knew Angel for longa then I had. So what? He didn’t have the right idea about him and blamin’ him for the dead slayers was just crazy. We didn’t send them into battle and as best as I knew, didn’t even ask for their help. Jada and Melissa, who was also sexy, agreed wit me and Connor and told us to ignore Xander, and so be it there. I was on that train. I wondered as Xander talked to Faith and looked at Angel wit hatred…as I looked at Faith, who, let’s face it, was also hot and Buffy, too…beautiful…I wondered if all slayers were hot. If that was like a prerequisite from the God’s or whoever gave them their powers? It would be a good way to throw the vamps off…get them thinkin’ about sex.I stopped thinkin’ as that Xander ran upstairs to see someone named Dawn and Jada pulled me out to the streets wit her. We headed east. West, not four miles away from the hotel was the ocean, and the demons probably wouldn’t be goin’ that way, although if the pier was crowded, it would be a good place for a massacre. Melissa and Connor went that way, anyway. It was up to us to look for the demons goin’ towards East LA. The Mexicans betta be getting’ ready, I thought as I thought of demons goin’ that way.Away from the drama of the hotel, the middle of the night, I couldn’t wait to get to know Jada betta. We had a job to do, yeah, but I was tinglin’ that this beauty wit powers had come into my life. I just hoped that she liked me too, and so far, it seemed like she did. What was not to like? Come on.“Jada, while we hunt, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, like where you’re from, for starters?”Okay, I was a little direct there, but so far, no demons and hey, they might be attracted to the noise. There weren’t only no demons out, but there was no nobody out, anywhere. They had all been scared inside by the invasion of demons earlier, which did make our jobs easier.[Jada]
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Somethin' not good has gone down. From liveandxletdie	[Nov. 2nd, 2006|03:15 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |curious]This had been a crazy night. There was no otha way to look at it. How often does it happen that a deranged slayer that nobody knew about, breaks out of her cell and starts killin’ people? That is somethin’ not normal. Throw into the mix that two vampires wit souls were here, but to her, they were just the enemy, and that one of those vamps, Spike, she really thought was her enemy and when all was said and done, she had chopped his hands off and was probably like a minute from makin’ Spike a dusty memory.Angel, Wes, Fred and I got there on time, and managed to tranq the girl with enough drugs to knock her unconscious for like a week, but before we could even form the plan for holdin’ her and tryin’ to get her better, Andrew, the little runt of a watcher from England, double-crosses us and has an army of vampire slayers to take the girl back to where she really belonged, with the rest of the slayers and their council in England.Of course, Fred and I weren’t in on that, because we had been too busy gettin’ Spike’s hands in a bag and then on ice, getting’ an ambulance in place and settin’ up some emergency surgery at the firm for Spike, to save his hands. We knew that we needed Spike around, now that he was corporeal, because someone that strong in this city was a plus, and if his hands didn’t work, then he may as well have stayed a ghost. The surgery team at the firm had cadavers set in place, hands that could be put onto Spike’s arms, but Fred went off, and we all remembered Lindsey is his gettin’ an evil hand, or all of us but Fred remembered and we had told her about it later on. Fred was so cool when she was angry and takin’ charge and though I had my connections, for some reason, I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t rememba numbers or people’s names. I must have just been tired.Then, we oversee the surgery and Wesley returns from bein’ with Angel, telling us that Angel got called away somewhere and then just sort of cryptically left, even though he was angry, accordin’ to Wes, about the slayer-bullyin’ and lettin’ Dana leave the City. Wesley, angry, decides to call the Council, except that when we did, when he did, there were strangely no answers and the signal was like dead. Fred, Wes and I talked about how Giles didn’t trust us anymore because we were here and it bothered Wes. He used to be a watcher, so to me, it made perfect sense, even though Wesley wanted to strike back against Giles in some non-violent way to see who had the biggest muscles at this point. Fred and I talked him down and told him that this Giles would definitely believe that we were evil if we went off on him, and we were all on the same side, besides. Wesley eventually cooled down, except that he received a phone call, flipped his phone up and started pacin’ around the room.He mentioned that the call was from England, but then, he just sort of had a blank look on his face and didn’t say much of anything to us. Fred walked towards him, pryin’ for information. If anyone could get it out of him, it was her, although I was havin’ a hard time exceptin’ why he wouldn’t just tell us what was up, unless it was somethin’ bad.Fred managed to finagle from him that the call had been from one of his contacts in London. But, he didn’t elaborate further. I watched on as Fred got closer to him, freaked out, to say the least, but not because Fred and Wesley had become closa.[Fred and Wes]
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The Intervention. From thepowerplayers	[Oct. 15th, 2006|12:17 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |curious]Spike led the way, Wesley, Lorne and I right behind him as we passed Harmony, who had just sat down, and had a big smile on her face, as usual, oblivious to what was really goin' on in the world.We approached the door, and I knew that all of us were ready to get to the answers here. Angel had been actin' like he was on some power trip, or somethin' and this wasn't a power trip that somebody might get when they just got promoted to Manager at their job, or somethin'. No, this was the type of power trip that enabled him to let a bunch of demons take an innocent baby for the Gordebach. This was the type of power trip where he allowed an evil, demon Senator, and not only allowed, but helped her to destroy a man's life. This was the kind of power trip that enabled Angel not to give a shit about people dyin' on the streets. This was the kind of power trip that allowed Angel to potentially sacrifice somebody who he was supposed to love, like Fred.We all approached the door, hopin' to find answers an ready to do somethin' about this, even if it meant resortin' to violence and yet, I had the feelin' that at leats Wes and I believed that there had to be a real explanation for all of this. There had to be. The Angel that I knew, the Angel that all of us knew would neva do these kinds of things, and yet, all of the signs seemed to point that he didn't care about good anymore, and that he was willin' to be evil, as long as he was in charge. I didn't need to be told about many of the things, because I had already had the misfortune of witnessin' them.Spike slammed the door to his office open, and there he was, gone from lookin' like he was gettin' ready to leave for somewhere, to now focusin' in on us wit an annoyed look on his mug. I just wanted to shake him. It was like he was a different person, and down in the office, I wished that I had brought it up, because it occurred to me that the Senior Partner's could have used some mojo on him. All of us had ben rocked by weird magic before and we all knew what it could do. Maybe, once again, Angel was a puppet? Only this time, he didn't look like one, all wit the not bein' two feet tall.It still looked like the Angel that we all knew, except, like as usual, but it bein' a relatively new phenomenon, he was lookin' at us like we were the enemy. Spike tensed in front of me as we guarded the door so he couldn't leave, if he had any intentions on leavin' before talkin' to us. I could tell that Spike was ready to fight him. Lorne looked like he said that he felt earlier. He looked like he wanted to run from Angel, because Angel was the big beastie now. Wesley and I weren't so cut and dry in one direction or the answer. We shared the bond of wantin' answers."Goin' somehwere, Angel? Goin' out to save someone, or to kill someone, because honestly, hard to know which side you are on, lately."[Angel, Spike, Wesley and Lorne]
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A needed meeting with Wesley. From thepowerplayers	[Aug. 23rd, 2006|03:10 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |distressed]The meeting in the conference room had left me feelin' even more hollow then I had felt when I met with Lorne earlier. I wanted to give Angel a piece of my mind about the way that he was actin'. I went to see him and this meetin' in the conference room, so that I could give him grief ova givin' that baby to the Fell Brethren. Instead, it was anotha meetin' that I didn't want to attend. It wasn't a one on one with Angel, where I could try to talk sense into him. It was a meetin' to help a demon Senator, which I didn't want to know was possible, and her vampire aide, flunkie, all about slanderin' the Senator Bitch's competition and usin' Wolfram and Hart funds to do so.Angel escorted the Senator and vampire out, and I didn't get a chance to give him a piece of my mind. It was for the best, I supposed, at least for now. There was obviously no gettin' through to Angel, at least in the one on one sense, and we would have to come at him wit the facts and see what he said. I didn't know when we would do it, but if it wasn't soon, bad things were bound to happen.I decided that the only person that I could confer wit about this was Wesley. I knew that he hadn't been himself since Fred...since Illyria had come around, but I had heard through the campfire that he had sent Spike and Illyria off to kill some demon that was killin' innocent and helpless people, so I knew that his head wasn't completely gone, and that he still wanted to do the right thing. I knew that he would have issues wit what Angel had been doin' and wit the way that he had been actin' lately, so it would start wit him. The intervention would go from me, to Wesley, to Lorne and then to Illyria and Spike, if we needed muscle backup to physically stop Angel if it came to that.I opened the door and saw Wes examining some books. I wondered if he was all crazy like he was the one time that I had walked into his office, but this was more like old times. He was lookin' through a book, all intensely. This was good."Wesley, I don't know what you have goin' on, but it's about intervention time between all of us, and Angel. The big guy needs a talkin' to, and possibly, to be tied up somewhere..."I looked at a picture that he had drawn, and was lookin' at as he flipped through pages. "Okay, Angel needs an intervention, but I'll play. What the hell is up wit the weird symbol?"[Wesley]
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A visit from Lorne. From thepowerplayers	[Aug. 14th, 2006|04:36 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |distressed]Sittin' behind a stack of papers that I really didn't want to be sittin' behind, I was wonderin' what my purpose was. I mean, I used to be the muscle, and that was cool and all, and I then I became the lawyer, filled with wins and secrets about demon codes and imbued with the laws and strictures that make this place tick.I used to think that this was important, even when I knew that I was freein' some scumbag clients in the courtroom, but now, it meant nothin' to me and I knew that we were doin' wrong. I knew that if I kept this up, that I would further lose myself and like we had all been sayin' well, except for me, that we would be swallowed inside of the belly of the beast, and that the gray would soon become black.It already had for me. When Fred died, it was lost. When I found out that the reason that she had died was because I had signed for the customs release of the sarcophagus just to get my upgrades to feel important again, it was way over. I still had the Gilbert and Sullivan in my brain and knew everything, now, but even wit all of my friends here, I didn't feel this and didn't know if I could continue. I had gone to Wesley to be my compass, but he was almost a clinical psychopath now, and wasn't a help in that regard, which pretty much just put me further along in what I was currently thinkin'.Angel givin' that bay up to the Fell Brethren, was only further evidence that all of us were slippin' away and weren't doin' the right thing, nine times out of ten, while keepin' the business profitable. Now, we were all under the influence of this place and I hoped to turn it around. I had to talk to Lorne, and especially, Angel, about all of this.As if God was readin' my mind, Lorne knocked on my door and then opened the room. Like me, since Fred had been taken from us, his zest for his job as Entertainment guru here, had drifted away and he was as lost as I was. It was time to build a front here. First Lorne, and then Wes and then we could get Spike on our side and force Angel to do the right things, again, if it came to that."A mountain of work to do here, and you know what, Lorne? Why is it that I feel like goin' into the courtroom and losin' every single one of these cases, save a few?"I flipped a docket to the table and looked through another one. Another case of me representin' somebody who had done somethin' bad while workin' for a demon. I tossed that folder aside and looked up at Lorne.[Lorne]
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An entire buildin' goes all white. From the_embattled	[Jul. 29th, 2006|09:10 pm]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |angry]Fred and I made our way out of the woods. It was safe to say that both of us were fairly freakd out. We had just spent an awful lot of time fightin' demons that were strong and oozed when they died, and we had been separated from Riley and Buffy and from Angel and Cordelia.I was all about killin' demons. Anyone could tell you that if they knew me, but it was about time to get to findin' the othas, where then, we could go about killin' demons in the dark when there were six of us. We had a strong idea where Buffy and Riley were; they were on the beach where that freaky ship just sailed itself not into port, but into the sand, like it was outta control or somethin'. They were lookin' for demons out that way.Fred and I decided to go towards the hotels and casino's and homes further down the beach and far outta the woods, which were freaky, even for me at this hour. We made our way to the buildin's, not knowin' if the people that we were passin' were humans, or demons, because these freaky demons here could take human form just like vamps.A little way in, standin' there like a beacon of hell, which we should have expected from minute one, especially since Cordy had a vision of this place and especially since our ride home, our chopper, had blown up, was of course, a Wolfram and Hart office. It wasn't as big and bawdy as the one in LA, but it all meant the same thing. There was evil in here and I was guessin' that Angel had found it first, hadn't found Connor, like the rest of us, and had freaked out, like he had back in LA, when Connor first went to Quortoth.There had been a commotion in the lobby, and we knew it. Angel had been here and he was blamin' them, and rightly, probably, for Connor bein' missin'. We went in, Fred and I decidin' to ask the frightened girl at the lobby what had happened. She told us fifth floor, which was probably close to the top of this place, so she and I rushed up the stairs, and as we reached the fifth floor, the whole buildin' turned white.Outside of the elevator, smilin' was this asshole and he was about to taste my fist. Angel and Cordy had been sent somewhere and now it was time to get the answers.I grabbed the guy by the collar and threw him against the wall. "You have about ten seconds to start talkin', rich, white man, and I suggest that you start tellin' me where Angel and Cordelia just went. If you lie, I toss your ass out the window! TALK!"I didn't loosen my grip as I looked him straight in the eyes.[Fred]
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Gettin' this shit straight. From the_embattled	[Jun. 4th, 2006|10:06 am]Charles Gunn
[**Current Mood** |calm]I was ready to do some serious demon killin', now, and made some good points. Fred seemed to cave on the issues and put any fear aside. They had killed our friends and had blown up our ride. It was time to do somethin'._"I-I know, Charles. When you put it that way, it sounds more exciting. I just wish we didn't have to lose more people."_Then Riley, who minutes ago, seemed just lost, came up wit a plan. "Gunn, Fred, go into the woods to that cave where Angel and Cordelia are, and get them involved in this, and then the four of you can hunt the woods from this side again. The four of you can go into that cave which seemed to house all of the demons. Buffy and I will check that ship. I'm thinking that the demons may have taken up some residence on it, and there's a good chance that since we didn't find Connor in that cave, that he might be on the ship. Buffy and I will look, then we'll head into town. None of us have gone there yet. You two were heading there, but we stopped you and told you about the cave. This time, after the ship, we'll go into town and search things out. Maybe there's another stronghold there? Maybe there's another cave in the woods? With Angel with you, it'll be just like having Buffy and I'm sure that he'd move the world to find his son. We'll search the town and enter the woods on the other side. If we have found Connor, we'll come towards you. If none of us have any luck, meet back here at the helicopter. It should be easy to find. Just follow the smell of burning metal. Be safe.""Sounds good to me." I looked at Fred and then the four of us looked at each other, and then they were gone.I took Fred's hand and in the darkness, led her into the woods. The cave that Angel had hid from the sun in wasn't far, and in a second or two, we were in front of it. "We have to split up, baby, to get anywhere. Buffy and Riley can handle themselves alone. They have a machine gun, too. We have one, and in a few seconds, we'll have Angel or Cordy wit us...if they are still here."She seemed to swallow hard, but held the machine gun like she was ready. We went in, but as we were on our way in, I was thinkin' that unless they were aslep, that there was no way that Angel wouldn't have left the cave when the sun went down to look for Connor. We went deep into the cave and there was nothin'. "Angel? Cordy?" I said, but didn't hear any response.I took Fred's hand and led her out of the cave. "So, they have already left to look for Connor." Something occurred to me. "Why wouldn't they come to the beach when they heard the explosion, Fred? There's no way, and I don't care how far away into the woods that they were, that at least Angel didn't hear the explosion?"Fred seemed to already be thinkin' that. Now, we were left wit the task of goin' into the dark woods without Angel's eyesight and Cordy's glowy power thing. She seemed to be thinkin' that already, too. "It sucks, baby, but now, Buffy and Riley are searchin' an area of the island, and Angel and Cordy are probably just ahead of us. We'll walk side by side. If we hear anything snarlin', we'll fill it with bullets."I took the gun away from here, likin' the way that it felt in my hands, and gave her the stake. Bullets might not kill these things, but they hurt like hell. I shoot em', you stake em'." She looked at me and I could make out those soulful eyes. "Don't worry, baby. We'll be safe, and we'll all, includin' Connor, get off of this island, somehow."[Fred]
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