3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Photo on 17-07-2012, 17:29:47</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 17:29:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"> IC Board #1 &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146423.0)<br>&nbsp;IC Board #2 &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146424.0)<br>&nbsp;IC Board #3 &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146425.0)<br>&nbsp;IC Board #4 &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146426.0)<br>&nbsp;The interest Thread &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144482.msg6508663#msg6508663)<br>&nbsp;The Character Thread &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145568.0)<br>&nbsp;the OOC Board &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145567.msg6562284#msg6562284)<br><br></div><br><div align="center">-BLACKOUT-</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 22:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2367363009_067aa213dc.jpg)<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Kitchen and dining room.<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; 7 PM, Monday, December 20th, 2010.<br><strong>Description</strong>:&nbsp; Summers' home, kitchen and dining room, cozy little affair and room enough for four easy.&nbsp; Wooden finished, older styled furnishings and appliances.<br><br></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mahoganycafe.com/gabrielleimages/gabrielle23.jpg)</div><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br><strong>name</strong>: Alexandria Smithson<br><strong>time</strong>:&nbsp; 7 PM, Monday, December 20th, 2010.<br><strong>Tags</strong>:&nbsp; Buffy's Dad, possibly Buffy herself, any guests, both welcome and otherwise.<br><hr><br>She never could get used to the domestic life.&nbsp; She loved cooking sure, but cleaning, doing laundry, she did it flawlessly given her very vast experience and age but she didn't enjoy it.&nbsp; She was sure that was the same for any woman though that had done it for years uncounted, but 'Alexandria' was different.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely human, and few people, human or otherwise, knew what she truly was and the succubus half breed liked that just fine thank you very much.&nbsp; Humming a tune as she bustled about the kitchen, smaller than she would have liked but she still navigated it quite easily, Alexandria's green eyes were alight with a rare joy that she had not felt in a long time.&nbsp; Meeting the man she was staying with had changed that though, at least for as long as she was able to stick around without causing suspicion or she was caught for what she really was.&nbsp; It had happened before, sometimes with dire consequences, but hopefully that wouldn't be a problem anytime this century.&nbsp; One could only hope though.&nbsp; Pulling out lasagna from the stove and getting the table set up a moment later, she looked to the rest of the house, hoping to find her temporary new family within easy reach.&nbsp; "Dinner's ready guys!&nbsp; Come on, get it while it's hot!"&nbsp; Alexandria called out cheerfully, having grown fond of the Summers as soon as she had met them.&nbsp; She honestly cared about them all, well, the two that were here anyway.&nbsp; Buffy and her father, good people overall in the hybrid's opinion.&nbsp; Recent divorce or no, she hoped to do what she could for the both of them....while hopefully keeping her true nature a secret from them as well.&nbsp; The whole Slayer business however, was no secret from Lilith, but Buffy didn't know she knew...yet.<br><br>This wasn't the first family she had taken a liking to.&nbsp; There had been several instances throughout the ages, some died peacefully without ever getting a hint of the supernatural world, and others....others didn't get so lucky.&nbsp; They either wound up drained, changed which was worse than death, or just plain vanished without a trace before turning up dead, usually the victims in ritual sacrifices...if they were lucky.&nbsp; Just glancing at those memories sucked the life out of her eyes until she remembered where she was and Alexandria took a steadying breath as she waited for her new family to assemble in the dining room.&nbsp; It'd be nice to have a nice quiet evening.&nbsp; Today had been busy since she had had go back to work but that wasn't a big deal for her.&nbsp; It was the secret side of her talent agency that had been the taxing part.&nbsp; She didn't think anymore of it though as she looked at her reflection briefly and nodded her approval.&nbsp; 5 foot 7 inches currently, shoulder length seemingly unkempt black hair, nicely colored black skin, no blemishes or pimples or anything like that and she didn't even have to use makeup to manage that little feat, Lilith just grinned briefly at her image reflected in the window before her and got herself a drink of iced tea going.&nbsp; Wearing a comfortable white robe, satin weave, Alexandria went about the kitchen barefoot, having grown up without shoes when she was still a kid.&nbsp; Her mother, when she wasn't being called back to Hell on a regular basis, had taken to living in a brothel in Rome itself.&nbsp; Funny how things worked out back then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.huffpost.com/gen/64570/thumbs/s-LIEV-SCHRIEBER-large.jpg)<br></div><br><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br><strong>name</strong>: Hank Summers<br><strong>time</strong>: Dinner Time<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Alexandria, Buffy, (Alyssa?)<br><br><hr><br><br>Mr. Summers had still only just been back from work for a few minutes. At least, it felt that way. A phone call and some paper work in his office had distracted him. His scarf was still around his neck. His glasses were tight in his grasp, his knuckles pressed against his temple, the papers strung out below his eyes started to blend. He shook himself free as his beloved Alexandria called him into the dining room for dinner.<br><br>Still clothed, he started through the hallway, starting to realize how warm it was inside. Hank had lived in California his whole life, and December weather had always called for a scarf. "Buffy!" He called politely through the house, unsure if his daughter was even home. Sliding his scarf off, and setting on the coat rack beside his steaming dinner table, Hank disrobed down to his shirt. He even loosened his tie. "Is Buffy home?" Alexandria was in his vision now, he was stood up by his chair, ready to sit down, but waiting as if he was trying to remember the condition of the locks on his car.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://frikarte.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/emilie-de-ravin-frikarte-290x160.jpg)<br><br></div><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br><strong>name</strong>: Buffy Summers<br><strong>time</strong>: Dinner time<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Dad, Alexandria, (Alyssa?)<br><br><hr><br>She would have rushed to dinner, but she couldn't risk losing it. The sun was just set, and already she was ina&nbsp; life or death situation, her family only a few walls away. buffy's eyes were wide, as if she'd just been caught sneaking in through the window.<br><br>"Coming!" Buffy shouted, her bed room door closed. It was as if she could hear her dad speaking with Alexandria. <br><br>She was scared, but she swallowed her fear to hide her urgent situation from her father, and Alexandria. The slayer was planted in the center of her room with one calculated weapon in each hand. It was moments like these that prooved how dangerous life could be. Buffy swallowed hard, assaulted in her own home. 'This was supposed to be a safe place!' she thought as she squared up with her opponent. The hairy BEAST was contained in the corner of the room. It was as dumb as a post. But Buffy could tell: Her opponent knew that she was the slayer. Confidence edged itself onto her lips, and she smiled.<br><br>In one swift moment, she landed both of her rolled up magazines, and splattered the troublesome spider into oblivion. It sounded like she had dropped a small television. Still standing, awkwardly bent up about the spiders carcass, Buffy "hmph'ed" with pride, and then quickly molded her face into worry. In a snap second, she dropped the magazines in disgust. <br><br>It was dinner time, not like she needed food. Mystical energy always seemed to quiet her stomach and her mind when it mattered anyway. But, time with her father was always well spent. "Ok! Coming now!" she called again.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:52:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew their routines like the back of her hand by now.&nbsp; Hank was just coming home and her heartfelt response was quick and honest.&nbsp; "Hank, another stressful day at the office I take it?&nbsp; You really need to relax before you have a breakdown darlin."&nbsp; When asked if Buffy was home, Alexandria smiled and nodded before she spoke again.&nbsp; "Yep, she's in her room last I checked.&nbsp; Ah here she comes now.&nbsp; Buffy, Hank, sit down sit down, dinner be ready soon."&nbsp; Alexandria smiled warmly, feeling quite happy to be alive and with such a wonderful family despite their rather...odd little quirks.&nbsp; Being a Slayer did have its downfalls.&nbsp; Buffy wasn't the first she had known but she was her favorite of them that she had.&nbsp; The noise upstairs didn't make Alexandria budge an inch as she served up the lasagna and a nice side helping of mashed potatoes, even a good helping of salad for good measure.&nbsp; She always made enough for dinner to be considered a small feast instead of just the three of them.&nbsp; It helped that her own metabolism was a bit of a bitch in that it demanded extra food, especially after she had had a busy night of spellcasting.&nbsp; Still, she never practiced her magic at the house.&nbsp; It was bad enough she left a residual energy signature as it was, Lilith didn't need to add to it with magic too.<br><br>That still hadn't stopped her from being prepared however, in case of an emergency.&nbsp; Still, that was not for tonight's consideration.&nbsp; Kissing Hank on the forehead as she served him, Alexandria's smile never faltered as she moved to Buffy.&nbsp; "So, anything exciting happening in the world of one Buffy Summers by chance?"&nbsp; She asked, honestly curious to hear about the girl's day as she sat down with a fair helping of tonight's meal at last, her own hunger apparent as her stomach growled.&nbsp; "And Hank, what about you, why the long face darlin?&nbsp; You look more tired than usual."&nbsp; It probably didn't help that anytime she slept with him she killed him a little more but she was exceedingly careful to space out their nights together in bed so that any damage she inadvertently did to him would heal up hopefully quick enough.&nbsp; Still, while she waited to hear about their days and whatever pertinent news they had to share, Alexandria would be unable to help but remember similar cases like this where she had played the wife.&nbsp; It was the first time in a long while that she could remember however, that she genuinely wished the best for them both regardless if she was in their lives or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 14:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Louise_de_Morieve.jpg) </div><br><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br><strong>name</strong>: Louise de Moriève<br><strong>time</strong>: 7 PM, Monday, December 20th, 2010.<br><strong>Tags</strong>: Buffy, Hank &amp; Alexandria<br><hr><br><br>Louise de Moriève stopped her four-year old Jetta across the street from the Summers home. It was a pleasant enough sight, a slice of suburbia like countless others in this little town and all over the country. Likely the last place one would look for the supernatural… which of course made it precisely the kind spot it would reside. Back in the day before cell phones, it would easy enough for her father to bullshit his way into any home by feigning car trouble and asking to use the phone. In 2010, a person without a cell phone under the age of 60 was probably rarer than demons and vampires… in fact she was convinced it was. <br><br>Her stay in the US had been interesting so far, though perhaps a little fruitless. She had read up on a lot of the local lore and legend, but hadn't’ made contact with any real-life creatures yet. She was convinced many were around, for that there were too many unsolved disappearances and weird occurrences, both historically in the region as well as recent. <br><br>A desire to change that was what brought her to this quaint looking family home. Having delved into the past of some of the more prominent members of the local community, the vagueness of some of the aspects revealed in Alexandria Smithson’s background check gave her all the hallmarks of the supernatural. If she had to guess, she would go with some sort of demonic creature… Though she could be wrong. After all, her instincts were hardly infallible, a multitude of failed relationships attested to that. <br><br>Even though the family weapon was in the trunk she could hardly show up on the good folks doorstep with a rapier in hand. And she was just scoping out the place for now. She picked up the folder off the passenger seat and walked the short path to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer it. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 16:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Buffy had only just sat down, and even when she had, it felt like she had perched herself in the wrong spot. The spider in her bedroom had filled her with an odd type of energy. She felt nervous. 'maybe it was Kane...' She thought about the day that had just passed her by. Her fated re-introduction to the watchers council and 'supra-slayer-ship'.<br><br>Alexandria had just sat down when the doorbell rang. <br><br>"Is that Alyssa?" Mr. Summers asked Buffy with a quiet aside<br><br>Buffy shook her head first, she had a piece of garlic bread in her mouth. "No, Alyssa would just walk in, the last time she rang the doorbell, it was my tenth birthday, and her hands were full at the door."<br><br>Hank was a bit concerned for the peace of his home. He had been trying to listen to Alexandria, but the stress just kept on piling up. It was always little things like dinner getting cold because of an uninvited guest. "for heavan's sake..." Hank muttled under his breathe. Buffy turned toward the door, instincts on fire. Suddenly, she knew that this visitor didn't belong. This visitor had caused her to feel nervous. It even felt like this person at her door was responsible for the spider in her room. One of Buffy's elbows was on the table, the other was behind her chair. "Buffy, will you get the door, sweetheart?"<br><br>"uh-hu" she hummed loudly, slapping the ground with her feet, and clumsily walking to the door. Buffy hald expected it to be Kane, her new watcher didn't express a lot of social skills, much like Merrick.<br><br>'...' Buffy had a face full of void when she whipped the door open. Her sweater was loose, hanging off of both shoulders, exposing her white bra, and her favorably adolescent cleavage. The sleeves were designed to be long, her hands barely snuck passed the hem line, tiny denim jeans were hanging on by a quarter inch of pressure. Buffy had followed the hip hugger fashion, and it looked good on her. Even at her young age, the curves of a woman had forced themselves onto Buffy, and she unconcsciously stuck her hip out, and posed as she looked Louise in the eyes through the portal of the opened front door. "Who are you?" She asked rudely, and without hesitation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 18:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh for the love of..."&nbsp; Alexandria bit her tongue just in time since while she could talk religion like anyone else, certain words still gave her an involuntarily itch or twitch, such as the G word for example.&nbsp; Holy magic was especially effective against her but not necessarily holy water.&nbsp; She wasn't a vampire and her hybrid nature did grant her some immunity to some things that would work against a normal demon.&nbsp; But she still had to be careful.&nbsp; For now she looked to Buffy and shrugged, not minding either way since it'd do the young girl some good to have her close friends around, especially given her....secret identity as a Slayer and all.&nbsp; She knew all about her last little incident with the local undead.&nbsp; Poor buggers didn't stand a chance against the Slayer thank whatever dark and light gods there were out there, both real and otherwise.&nbsp; "Glad to know we'd have a home invader."&nbsp; Alexandria teased as she watched Buffy head for the door before turning to Hank, worry in her eyes for the man her heart went out to.&nbsp; "Hey, things will settle down darlin.&nbsp; Don't worry."&nbsp; She murmured, hoping her words would at least help soothe his nerves a bit if nothing else would.&nbsp; Maybe a deep tissue massage would help tonight, at least to get him sleeping soundly if nothing else.&nbsp; He looked tense regardless.&nbsp; Alexandria all the while managed to keep her calm despite a similar feeling of trouble that she had picked up on, sensing something amiss about their new guest.&nbsp; She still managed to keep eating though, having gotten the hang of acting, especially under duress, a long time ago.&nbsp; It helped to throw off the forces of evil quite a bit when they didn't know what she was entirely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 01:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Lyndsy_Fonseca_Actress_14521.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa Princeton<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:01 P.M. Monday, December 20, 2010<br><strong>Louise, Buffy<br></strong><hr>The black mustang (http://www.allfordmustangs.com/forums/attachments/mustang-lounge/71410d1244151645-pink-stangs-who-has-one-post-pics-warriorpinkmain_opt.jpg) with pink racing stripes, a common sight at the Summers’ residence, pulled into the semi-circle driveway and parked with the engine running.&nbsp; Even through the barely legal tinted windshield a young brunette could be seen giving the stranger at the house’s door a suspicious look over her dark lens, Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses.&nbsp; A second later, a well-trained thumb sent a text to her BFF that read <em>Stranger Danger?</em> from her iPhone as Allyssa pressed the automatic lock button and heard the sound of both doors locking, just for good measure.<br><br><em>This sucks.&nbsp; Seriously?&nbsp; First some ultra weird woman starts living with them, and now she’s got an overgrown Girl Scout trying to sell her some Slayer-cide cookies?&nbsp; Damnit Buffy, couldn’t we have just gone to the mall for dinner?</em> Alyssa thought as she waited for Buffy to either open the door or text her back.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 09:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Louise hadn’t expected the young blonde woman to be the one to open the door, nor had she expected the slightly hostile tone. She cleared her throat and managed a friendly smile before responding with a slight accent. <br><br><strong>“Good evening, I’m Louise de Moriève. I’m a researcher attached to the history department at UCLA. We are working on a project that aims to document local lore and legend… I’ve been conducting some interviews with local residents, and I wondered if you had a few moments to perhaps allow me to ask a few questions?”</strong><br><br>She pulled her iPhone from her pocket, and opened her Dictaphone app. She was wearing a brown leather jacket, a white blouse and a pair of bleached denim pants. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other in her gold-colored, high-heeled espadrilles.<br><br><strong>“If this isn’t a good time, I could always come back at a more convenient time? What we are doing is documenting the stories about the supernatural that people might know from their childhood? More specifically anything relating to this immediate area…”</strong><br><br>She spotted the presence of both the father and the woman that had been her intended mark, Alexandria. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 15:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Buffy's eyes were glazed over when Louise took the time to explain her presence. "Maybe." She said. It was as if she had not heard a single word that the obviously European woman had spoken. Buffy had heard everything. <strong>"Are you sure you're in the right place? Los Angeles is super-natural all the time. Like fire-walkers, on campus in the middle of lunch time, surrounded by people. Like, hello, it's hot already. What are you doing? and why is everything on fire? It just doesn't fell safe to me. I mean, they were doing this in August THROUGH October, and it was a dry autumn."</strong> Most of what she had said had feigned concern all over it, she sounded like one of the stupidest kids on the entire west coast. <strong>"or the pigeon issue."</strong><br><br>Hank could hear Buffy, and although she sounded foolish, he knew his daughter better than that. As much as he wanted his dinner to get started, he was allowed to be patient, when he wasn't before. It was an internal struggle that was growing within him. He wanted to shout at Buffy, and tell her to shoo the woman away, to stop messing around, and act more maturely. He rested his eyes for a moment, and exhaled a large breathe that he didn't know he was storing in his chest.<br><br>He opened his eyes and glanced at Alexandria with tenderness wrapped in eternal passion. she was an easy creature to love. Mr. Summers stood up and walked over to the door. Rather than blowing up and igniting the room with a temper, and a scornful brush-stroke of memory, Hank stood next to his daughter and smiled at Louise. In a way, he was pretending to be more happy than he was. Buffy could feel the acting. <strong>"Hello, my name is Hank Summers, this is my daughter Buffy..."</strong> It was a fine opportunity to teach his kin some manners. He continued to prattle on about trinkets until Buffy interrupted him. "I overheard what was said... from the uh- dinner table. You said you were doing a study about sup-"<br><br>She had noticed Alyssa pull up, and she looked up at Louise in the face, right as her father was about to command the situation. <strong>"Excuse me, kindly." </strong>Buffy nudged passed Louise and manhandled her, grabbing her arm, and a large portion of her side, very peacefully, moving the woman out of her way. The motion looked natural to Hank and Alyssa, but Buffy had completely abused her strength, to Louise it only could have felt like gravity had vanished for a moment. <br><br>The young slayer jogged away from the adults, and her house. Alyssa was waiting in the driveway for her. So, Buff pranced about the car reading the glittering symbols on the plush-surface-pink face of her droid. She leaned over next to the driver's side window, motioning for a <em>'roll down.'</em> <strong>"We got ourselves a girl scout. That bitch got the cookies, can you see my dad's face from here. He's all kinds of lesbo."</strong> *1<br><br>Although Buffy was being casual, she had just informed Alyssa that Louise was likely here to kill her. The two of them had gone pretty far back at this point, and Buffy trusted this girl.<br><br><hr>*1 - slang- Buffy says that Louise MUST be a girl scout, like Alyssa texted, because girl scouts sell cookies. And cookies are a tool to turn one's soul, there for girl scouts must be evil. 25% of my daily fat in two tiny cookies. that is evil!<br>-in Addition! a woman holding the cookies, like a girl scout does, also holds a fantastic pussy, great for fucking, Buffy is implying that her father wants to fuck louise, beyond calling her an evil slut girl scout. This was a fun piece of word play for our young slayer.<br>-she also just calls her father a lesbian, make of it what you want. :)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 06:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course Alyssa complied with rolling down her window.&nbsp; Why wouldn't she?&nbsp; <br><br>A blue lacquered fingernail lowered her sunglasses as she peered over the tinted lenses at the Girl scout.&nbsp; Damn Girl scouts, Brownies were even worse.&nbsp; She turned her attention back to Buffy after pushing her glasses back up her nose.<br><br>"Doesn't what's her name have all the cookies your dad needs?&nbsp; Forget the cookies, what are you going to do about Little Red Riding Hood?&nbsp; She's obviously no Lestat, or Yvette for that matter.&nbsp; We could always bail.&nbsp; The car's still running.&nbsp; Maybe all she wants to do is sell some cookies?"<br><br>Though sincere, Alyssa's suggestions likely weren't that helpful.&nbsp; Of course, she wasn't the Slayer so no one could really fault her for giving it her best go.<br><br>"Do you want me to turn off the car or leave it idle in case you need to grab your dad and flee?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 11:53:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Louise was already pretty flabbergasted by the girl’s odd response, not understanding half of what she meant to say. But then she was picked off the ground like she was a mere toddler and moved out of the way. By a rather scrawny-looking college kid! If her initial interest had been piqued by Alexandria, she was now more interested in the girl… <strong>“Mon dieu… Your daughter… your daughter is very strong…” </strong>She turned her gaze back to Hank Summers and his girlfriend Alexandria. When she returned her attention briefly to the other woman, she knew that she had not been wrong to investigate her as well. Could there be two demons living in the same household? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 20:05:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look was returned from the hidden hybrid, smiling softly at Hank as he stood and went to the door.&nbsp; Alyssa was a good distraction for Buffy since if there was trouble, she wanted to handle it herself.&nbsp; Facepalming herself though at Buffy's rant, Alexandria sighed tiredly since she had not gotten a handle on her all but adopted daughter's attitude.&nbsp; She was so going to get them all into trouble one of these days.&nbsp; Still, she slowly stood and stopped behind Hank, looking Louise in the face over her man's right shoulder.&nbsp; "Supernatural stories you say?&nbsp; You sure you wouldn't do better in the library by chance?"&nbsp; She asked, hoping to get rid of Louise as quickly as possible.&nbsp; It sounded like a good suggestion though, one that didn't sound as if she was trying to get rid of the woman.&nbsp; "But if you insist I'm sure I can at least point you in the right direction if nothing else.&nbsp; Let me get something more decent on and I'll be happy to talk to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 23:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Buffy was overwhelmed. the situation in Caulfield's office that afternoon formed a memory that was not allowing any other thoughts to form. Now, her dad was upset, and tested by a social engagement at the door. She thought for a moment, tugging on her blonde curls beside Alyssa's window.<br><br>Hank smiled as Alexandria floated into the other room. "You'll have to excuse my daughter, and my girlfriend. Honestly, I think that they're more worried about me than I am. It's all for show," he spoke pleasantly to Louise, as if he'd known her for years. "Come on in. Would you like something to drink? We're just sitting down to dinner, and I would be obliged to offer, wouldn't I?" He smiled, and made room at the entrance of the door. It was night out, Buffy watched her father invite the woman inside, and she put her sensors on. Of course, Buffy didn't have control over her instincts like she thought she did, but this woman was coming off as harmless. <br><br>Hank was still jabbering. "Of course we weren't expecting you, but to be honest, I've noticed some strange things around here lately, and It's odd that you should come by, actually." Hank wasn't joking. It was ironic that this woman had arrived, literally, at his doorstep. She had questions to ask, but perhaps she had some answers as well. His mood had shifted to jolly, for all of this seemed fortunate to him. He almost begin to speak again, but Buffy had jolted up to the door.<br><br>"Hey dad! It's best if I'm just... gone, right?" Hank was too confused to know what she was talking about. He wondered if Buffy might have the wrong impression of him. His face soured, but she was talking to fast to notice. "See, I'm in college now, and you're busy with adult things, doing dinner with Alexandria, and having over creepy people for dinner to entertain yourself. I get it, I support it. And I don't want to be rude, but Alyssa and I are busy too. We can totally feed ourselves, so you don't have to feel like a bad dad or a busy da-"<br><br>Hank interrupted her quickly with a furrowed brow and a disregarding smile on his face. "Hold your horses kiddo." Buffy's eyebrows went up, stopped dead in her tracks. "Of course, it's not <em>best</em> if you leave, but if you two have something to take care of then go take care of it. There's always a place here, and there's no reason ..."<br><br>"and there's no reason to stay. I know dad." Buffy felt like she was in a private place, even though the stranger, Louise was likely still in earshot. <br><br>"Then stop acting like you don't." His voice was gentle. He was backwards a bit in his ways, but he was kind to his daughter, and he wanted her manners to improve. It was a constant lesson, one that never seemed to have stuck. He turned to Louise again, helping her into the house with a kind gesture.<br><br>Buffy prattled along away from the house, she had everything she needed at any given time, money in her pants pocket, her phone in her hand, her favorite stake strapped to the inside of her calf, and a mini wallet stuffed into the right side of her bra. Jumping into Alyssa's passenger seat, she opened the glove-box immediately to find a package of gum that she had left there the day before: blueberry winter-mint. She pulled out three pieces and handed one to Alyssa, unwrapping the other two, she happily filled her mouth with the bite of sugar and the caress of menthol. "Meh. I really don't think that that woman was a vampire." It was so casual for her, she was ready to shrug away every responsibility. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 09:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The car ran idle in the semi-circle driveway as Buffy made her exit.&nbsp; As soon as the door closed, the vehicle was off.&nbsp; Only a trailing, "see ya Mr. Summers," from the driver's side window drifted behind them.<br><br>'Still think you should've doused her with holy water just to make sure," Alyssa commented as she pulled onto the street.<br><br>A glance in the rear view mirror showed that the Summer's residence wasn't blowing up behind them, and only then did Alyssa slow the pink and black mustang (http://www.allfordmustangs.com/forums/attachments/mustang-lounge/71410d1244151645-pink-stangs-who-has-one-post-pics-warriorpinkmain_opt.jpg) down.<br><br>"So where we headed? I'm hungrish.&nbsp; Food court?&nbsp; There's a sex-Y sundress I wanna get," the brunette rattled off as she popped the gum into her mouth.<br><br>She didn't quite ask the question she wanted to.&nbsp; <em>Who the hell was that?</em>&nbsp; It'd come up when Buffy wanted to discuss it.<br><br>"Dorm night then?&nbsp; Know of any parties going on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 19:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/emilie-de-ravin/emilie-de-ravin-20070131-205164.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><span class="bbc_u">EXIT</span><br><strong>name</strong>: Buffy Summers<br><strong>time</strong>: 7:10 P.M. December 20th, Monday<br><strong>Tags</strong>: none<br><hr><br>They disappeared around the corner without a notice. The engine was loud enough to make it sound like they were coming back around. <br><br>They weren't, Buffy had seen movies and television shows, in them, people would roll the windows down and scream into the night. But, the sun was still setting. She hadn't heard of any parties, and in every way, she just wanted to eat and lay down. It didn't even have to go in that order. So, she stayed still and checked her phone. No one was trying to get a hold of her, or share a quip of wit through a text message. She pretended like they were anyway, and she started to type a message for Eric. It was one that she would never send. Therapy, in a way, saying something to some one without them ever actually hearing it, like an addicts apology letter, she expressed deep fears, and anxiety to the mask of her ignited cell phone face.<br><br>Her knee lifted up and she scooted forward, vicing herself into the passenger seat, one shin against the dashboard, and her other leg underneath it like a stalagtite. It looked like she was getting more comfortable, she was actually sheilding the phone from her friend.<br><br>In a fit of restless and sudden lust, Buffy suddenly imagined herself naked. It was breif, and it alarmed her. She panicked internally. Aroused for no reason other than a fleeting thought about erik, her fingers started to shake, and her breathing shallowed. Then, Buffy accidentally clicked send. The message was unfinished, personal, implicative, and full of reservations for life and love. <br><br>'message sent' appeared on her screen and horror settled in the pit of her stomach. The world blanked out and she could barely hear the wind that was travelling over her eardrum. She closed her phone, and tried to forget that she had just done that. The unfortunate mistake would likely boil in her mind for days, and then fall down to the burner, Eric, they were on a collision course. <br><br>Buffy smiled at Alyssa and tried to look pleased with herself. Her smile was a desperate one, and it was clear to see that nothing was alright in the slayer's world. 'Nothing at all.' 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 20:05:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Louise followed Hank inside his home, still recovering from what had just happened between herself and the daughter. She focused on what she had in mind when she came to their home. Which was to investigate the possibility of a supernatural being living there. Hank Summers girlfriend had been her initial target, but it was now clear that the entire family warranted attention, especially after the daughter’s little show. She accepted an offer to sit down and made herself as comfortable as possible in the living room. “Thank you for your hospitality, I will try not to take too much of your time…” She offered him a big smile and inquired. “You mentioned a few weird occurrences taking place, could you tell me a bit more about what you mean?” Yes, she had definitely come to the right place. She stared up at the other woman, who had been her original suspect and realized that the man might be referring to his lady friend. Would he really be that open about her nature?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 00:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hanked toured himself around the dining room as Louise made herself more settled. His docile nature was as stern as it was kind. With his hands in hi pockets, Mr. Summers seemed to look at his home as if it was the first time he had ever been inside. Although, his focus stayed on his visitor, out of courteous host-nature; Hank found himself stirred up, and continued to whir around his house as if he was a slow wind current. Dinner seemed to pass over his mind now, with his daughter gone, the mood of the house became much more stable. It was his domain, and these two women were gracing his presence. The teenage angst flatlined in seconds.<br><br>Finally finding a place to relax, Hank stopped pacing, resting himself awkwardly a top the backrest of a dining room chair. His seat at the table was on the other side of the room. For the time being, all of his energy was focused on Louise.<br><br>"Well, as always, it tends to start at home." Hank had no idea how alarming such a sentence would be. "Now I'm not sure what you're looking for, ghosts, or haunted houses, anything like that. Because, that's not what I'm talking about. A few weeks ago, I was checking on a mole hill in the backyard. It was late, but I hadn't seen it earlier in the day. I figured it must have been brand new. So, I went outside to see if i could kill the mole, bring some peace to my lawn." Hank smiled, a bit disturbed by the normalcy of his life, and covering it up with a happy mask. "I heard a scream, a muffled scream, as if some one had shouted into a pillow. I looked up, and I saw a man being eaten by another man. About two houses away, over the fences, likely in some alley that way." He pointed toward the back of the house, and swallowed, suddenly realizing the gravity of his story. He had mentioned it to Alexandria when it had happened. "It was fast, I shook my head of it, and fell over, shocked. It was one of the more gruesome things I'd ever seen.&nbsp; I wasn't even that close, and i could hear everything. It was like a nightmare. In fact." His mind switched gears. "I thought i was dreaming for a long time, because when i looked back up to, ya know, clarify what had just happened, they were both gone. I jumped the neighbors fences, found the spot where it had happened, blood on the ground, still warm, no owner, no killer, no one else had heard the sounds."<br><br>The room finally took a breathe. Hank chuckled a bit. "I had plenty of sleep, hadn't been drinking... well, hadn't had much. I've read about similar things in the news, before and since, but right here in my backyard. It's starting to concern me. I see blood on Buffy's clothes sometimes, she's never hurt. I mean, she's obviously not hurting anybody, how could she?" He joked, totally unaware of the truth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: 3. Buffy the vampire Slayer IC Board</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 19:17:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Lyndsy_Fonseca_Actress_14521.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u">EXIt</span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa Princeton<br><strong>Time:</strong> 7:10 P.M. Monday, December 20, 2010<br><strong>Tag:</strong> None<br><hr>Alyssa gave her friend a curious look from the corner of her eye but decided not to pry.&nbsp; Buffy would tell her whatever was up on her own, when the time came.&nbsp; Or she wouldn't.&nbsp; Any more Alyssa really wasn't sure where she stood with Buff.&nbsp; It wasn't like her BFF was the same person she used to be, even if Buffy Summers tried to act the same.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned the music up in the radio, just so there wouldn't be complete silence and continued to drive.<br><br>It was obvious Buffy wasn't in a talkative mood, and learning that she was going to have to hit the party circuit solo, again, hadn't really made Alyssa want to talk much either.&nbsp; Not talking, however, didn't necessarily mean that she wasn't running the questions she wanted to ask over in her mind.&nbsp; The music thumping through the speakers did help drown out her thoughts though.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>