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Post by max on Aug 17, 2009 20:53:48 GMT -5
The wink his wife gave him…well…it made a big grin spread over his lips. Max still had half a mind of sweeping Lexi in his arms and taking her away with him. She looked incredibly sexy in that dress and they haven’t had much alone time since Bastian was born. Well, for a sexy goddess like that, he was willing to wait no matter how long it was necessary…yes, she had spoiled him and no other woman could ever compare.
Truthfully? He wasn’t playing much attention to the conversation as he was basically entranced with his wife. When she walked away he the word VIO section had barely registered. Taking his champagne flute, he motioned the two girls towards it and offered his arm for the very pregnant Jo.
“Shall we?” he offered.
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Post by will on Aug 17, 2009 22:16:03 GMT -5
So it was a delight to dance with the brunette, it was a delight to just look at her, so why dancing would be any different? Swirling her on the dance floor, Ed grinned to her. “Did you believe I would be anything different on the dance floor?” he teased her, “And this is just one of my talents.” So yes, there was a flirtatious tone on that last comment, but it was a calculated risk.
Just then his eyes caught a view of Konada’s black hair swirling around and her beautiful legs that seemed to go forever…only problem was, it wasn’t from the woman right in front of him but a carbon copy of her dancing with some other guy. Ed looked surprised to the other woman and then back to Konada.
“You never told me you have a twin sister before.” He said to her and nodded to the other couple dancing. For a moment in Ed’s mind, he could picture Konada and her ‘sister’, one beautiful brunette in each arm. Though it wouldn’t be a wise idea to mention it.
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Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Aug 18, 2009 9:03:38 GMT -5
JoJo smiled as Max offered her his arm to lead her up the stairs. Rolling her eyes as Lexi pointed out Dean Winchester to her and then Lexi moved off to talk to him. Except for a quick glance of him at Lexi's wedding she hadn't seen Dean in over two years now. She had long gotten over the way he had left things but she still wasn't all that thrilled to see him again.
Jo was grateful when they made it up the stairs. Sitting down at the table she felt relieved to be off her feet. Everything seemed to make her tired these days. Just the short climb up the stairs was a chore when it used to be nothing to bound up a flight of stairs. She set her bottle of water and the flute of sparkling juice down on the table.
As soon as she sat down her hands went to her belly. The babies were moving again. Poking her in the ribs with elbows and knees. Jo pushed back trying to get them to move to a more comfortable position for her. But her increased activity must have had them riled up because they had decided they weren't sitting still.
Jo sat quietly at the table. Taking a drink of her juice or water every once in awhile. Her thoughts were drifting. She had been worrying a lot the last few days. Curse had been gone more than two weeks now. Longer than he had planned. She hadn't heard from him in several days either. The last message she had gotten from him had said he should be home soon. He had told her he might be out of touch for a day or two but it had now turned into five days where she hadn't heard anything from him.
Running a hand through her hair she tried to stop thinking about it. No need to get upset right now. She was with her friends. Family really. She just needed to relax and try not to worry. He would be home soon, he promised.
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Post by konada on Aug 18, 2009 21:59:16 GMT -5
“You never told me you have a twin sister before.” the statement came out of the blue and baffled her. Giving him a small frown of confusion, she asked, ”Whatever gave you that idea?” then her eyes followed the direction of his nod.
”Damn it! What's she doing here?” Konada barked out in anger. Without a by your leave, she slipped out of Ed's arms and moved toward her Doppelganger with a determined stride.
Once she reached her supernatural twin, Konada took a deep breath determined not to cause to much of a scene. In a low voice that still rumbled with wrath, Konada tapped the man on the arm saying, ”Excuse me Sir, I need to talk to your......” The name came out in a dismayed cry of pain and shock, as she recognized the man who held the Spirit Walker in his arms. ”Warren?”
Narrowed eyes full of burning ire, focused on the Vardoger again, as between clenched teeth Konada hissed low and throaty, ”How could you? I wasn't in any distress or danger until I saw you. So just what the Hell are you doing here?”
”Kon-Kon told me that I would see more of you as the bond grew, but this is unbelievable. How could you show up like this? Not only do I not need you, but I could have done much better without your interference.”
A slight cough and her name interrupted her thoughts and reminded her where she was and what she was discussing. She didn't know what would happen if she touched her Doppelganger; her Grandfather either hadn't known or hadn't told her, but she was about to find out.
Grabbing her duplicate by the arm and dragging her towards the bathroom, Konada threw a frustrated and distracted, ”Excuse us Gentlemen, I have to talk to Miss Not Wanted and Not Needed, alone.” Konada had no problem with the pace and the quick movements around the crowed floor, but the Doppelganger wobbled, tottered and stumbled in Konada's wake as they crossed the room.
Once in the bathroom, Konada gave a quick look around saw they were alone; released the arm she had held so tightly; shoved the trash can against the door, under the knob so no one could get in; turned back to the Vardoger and nearly bellowed in her anguish and fury, ”What are you doing here? And why with Warren of all people?”
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Post by Simi James on Aug 19, 2009 12:43:16 GMT -5
Smiling back at Jules, Sibeal was about to reply when the sight of a little commotion caught her attention and she stared at what looked like a pair of twins who were after the same guy. Frowning, she eyed them and watched as one grabbed the other and started hauling her towards the restrooms. Shaking her head a bit, the pretty blond turned to the boxer and said.
"Hmmmm ... Maybe it was a GOOD thing I didn't have sisters. I think I would have scratched her eyes out if I'd found her in the position that sister just did."
Picking up the drinks that the bartender slid in front of them, Sibeal took her shot and felt hte burn down the back of her throat. Whiskey was the only thing she would drink as beer made her sick. The bartender had thoughtfully put a Pepsi on the counter along with the shot and she sipped at it gratefully as she looked around the club.
"So...... Are you as good on the dance floor as you are other places?? We didn't get a chance to find out last time!" she teased while giving him a suggestive look. "Not that I expect you to keep up but... Surely with your boxing background.. You can dance."
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Aug 19, 2009 19:06:43 GMT -5
Watching the byplay between Dean and Lexi, Jess couldn't help but roll her eyes. She hadn't been all that suprised when the hunter had told her he knew the witch. Lexi seemed to know everyone and being that she was kind of like Bobby's adopted daughter... Well, it only made sense now didnt it?
Giving the bartender a quick thank you and grin, Jess picked up the drinks and handed Dean his. Her eyes danced with mischief as she gave the blond a once over and then said innocently.
"Damn girl... for just having had a baby.. You look stunning! Whats the secret? No, don't tell me.. You have to be one of those women who make the rest of us sick because you never gain any weight during pregnancy hardly and then lose it immediately after birth. Me, my luck? I'd have ample curves for the rest of my life!"
At Lexi's laugh, the brunette glanced over at Dean and saw him looking around. As she did so, her eyes were drawn to a red head down the bar and the expression on her face was so sad that Jessie felt sorry for her. Wondering what evil sod had broken her heart, she tried to follow her line of sight but Dean was in the way. Seeing as he hadn't had time to break any other ladies hearts since he'd gotten to New Orleans, she shrugged it away and slipped an arm around his waist.
"That VIP section sounds good, Lex." she started to say before catching sight of yet another familiar face heading in their direction. "OH LORD!!! ITS ELLEN!!!"
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Post by julian on Aug 19, 2009 20:10:57 GMT -5
Inching closer and closer as he noticed that smile on her lips, Julian was drawn by her eyes. It was incredibly difficult holding back from pulling her close to him and clashing his lips against hers. The weird part was…as much as she was hot and he wouldn’t mind spending another night with her, he found that he actually cared for her more than it was safe for him to admit and that confused the hell out of him.
Hearing a commotion in the dance floor, he noticed the exact moment when her eyes moved away from his and he followed her line of sight to see what seemed identical twins in an argument over some lucky guy. People say guys were jealous…but women didn’t get behind in that subject, Sibeal’s next words got him laughing slightly…even so that he was disappointed that he didn’t get that kiss.
To her next words, he raised a brow and smiled mysteriously, surely he couldn’t keep up with a dancer, in fact he wasn’t even a good dancer, all he knew was a few moves to keep a girl interested long enough until he managed to kiss her, but he wasn’t sure that would work on a dancer. Dancing in the ring wasn’t quite the same as in the dance floor, but he was up to her challenge. Downing the whiskey that the bartender slid to him, he allowed the warm burning sensation to reach him before taking a few sips from the beer bottle. Placing the bottle down on the counter, he ten offered a hand to her. “Why don’t you find out?”
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Post by war on Aug 19, 2009 20:15:14 GMT -5
One moment he was dancing with her, the other he was being surprised by a perfect double of her…it was enough to make him loose his concentration for a mere second and cause his eyes to flicker to a pitch black and then back. It was a stupid reflex action, but he had done it anyway and if he wasn’t a demon, he would pray that no one would notice.
Still he was baffled as Konada dragged her copy away with her. The woman he had just been dancing with wasn’t the same one he knew some time ago? She hadn’t actually claimed to be her, but she hadn’t denied also. A shapeshifter…? Probably a twin sister with nothing of supernatural about it…in fact it would explain how he had seen her in opposite directions in the crowd in his last show.
Looking at the other man, they silently exchanged confused glances. Was her with that guy? Off course she was…she was a beautiful woman, what did he expect? That someone like her would stay alone for long? It was better this way, she would be safe.
The other man gazed curiously at him for a moment before speaking. “Hey aren’t you that guy from the Devil’s Rejects band? That Marissa girl is hot!!”
Great…a true music fan! He thought as he fought the urge to roll his eyes.
((Ed used with permission))
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Post by anna on Aug 19, 2009 20:30:01 GMT -5
‘ Here I am w a i t i n g ‘ ___________________________ E
[/color] verything had changed. Anna’s absence from earth had changed all that was in the world. Everything had gone down hill. There was still hope for it with her around, but no one even knew what happened to her when she was taken by those angels what seemed like eons ago. Licking her full, red bottom lip she flexes her pale hand on the shiny bar top. Closing her brown eyes for a second to compose herself Anna then opens them again, glancing up at the bartender.
Ordering herself a hard liquor, something to keep her hands busy she wraps her hands around the cool glass. It was hard for her to see him, to see anyone. So much had changed and she wasn’t herself. Not like she used to be. Then again who ever did stay themselves? Dean had already moved on with what she could tell another hunter. He should be with his own kind, someone he could actually be with. Her feelings would always be strong for him, and she would always protect him to the best of her abilities. She was an angel, a fallen one at that, she had feelings. She was an abomination and would always be hunted down. There was no way she was going to put him through that.
A slight sigh escapes her full red lips as she tucks her red hair behind her ear absentmindedly. Taking a small sip of the liquid in her glass she feels it burn its way down her throat, thankful for the feeling. It made it seem real. Something real. That this was real, her here seeing him and finally coming to terms with stuff. Anna just wanted him to be happy. And if that meant her staying as far away from him and in hiding then so be it. It would hurt like hell, perhaps even drive her to the brink of her sanity. He was the love of her life, her centuries old life. These feelings were all new, like a new toy a child gets on Christmas morning. She didn’t know what to do with it but she wished she could find out what. Sadly that wasn’t the case here.
Putting the glass back down on the bar top with an audible clank Anna shifts her warm chocolate brown eyes again towards the object of her affection. The one that held her heart always. When she looks at his face, the happiness he had with the other hunteress Anna’s heart dropped about a foot. This was something she needed to get used to. It was the only way. Perhaps she never should’ve let her feelings do this. Consume her. But she let them and she was glad. It made her feel human, more human then she would probably ever feel. She could thank Dean for that.
Looking at his face she tries to memorize it, something she could carry with her always. Who knows when she could bring herself to speak to him in person. She wasn’t sure now was the right time. And he’d probably ask her about a billion questions. Part of Anna really wanted him to. He was about the only other person in the world that she even gave a crap about. She cared about humanity sure. But as one person, it was him.
Anna’s pale feature hold no emotion as she continues to stare, her body turned completely around towards him forgetting that it was trying to hide her from him. It was telling her it didn’t care. That if he saw her then so be it. It was fate’s way of stepping in and giving both of them some sort of mind or something.[/blockquote][/blockquote] (OOC: AHHHHHH! IT's horrible! Sorry >.<)[/size][/color]
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Sam Winchester
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The adorable younger Winchester who is an expectant father and newly married to Samantha Winchester. Its bound to be a rocky road for the couple but he'll just have to bring her chocolate and lots of flowers to keep her happy!
"Dude, you just got wailed on by Paris Hilton!"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 20, 2009 9:55:15 GMT -5
SamSam couldn't help but smile. Sammie was a breath of fresh air. It felt good just to be around her. Even after the ordeal the other day she had recovered quickly and was back to her happy free spirit self.
Sitting in the passenger seat as she drove through town to get to the club, Sam chuckled to himself. He was used to this. Only usually it was his older brother driving the car, not a beautiful, smart, fun woman.
Sam listened as she spoke. Smiling when she mentioned the fact that he knew Lexi. Nodding his head in agreement. Knowing Lexi it was going to be the hottest club in town. It was something she had a knack for.
Grinning as she turned on the radio and started to sing along. Sam looked over at her for a minute and then turned forward again. No way was he going to sing. But he was having a good time. He saw the teasing look she sent his way.
They pulled into the parking lot and Sammie stopped the car. Sam was already out the door and walking around to her side of the car before she had it all the way open. Giving her a little lopsided smile he held his hand out for her to take. The place was already packed and there was a rather large line waiting at the door.
Tugging on her hand he took the lead this time and headed to the front entrance. Going directly to the door he stopped in front of the man there who was letting people in. "Sam Winchester, I should be on the list." Sam spoke loudly to be heard over the mumbling of the crowd outside and the music that was drifting out from inside. The man found his name on the list and motioned to him that he could go on inside.
Pulling Sammie along with him they stepped inside. The place was already packed. The music was loud the dance floor full. Sam grasped Sammie's hand tighter and brought her along side him. Wrapping his arm around her waist he wanted to keep her closer to him while they made their way across the crowded room. He leaned down to talk to her so she could hear. "Let's go get a drink first I guess. My brother should be here. We could try to find him later. But, lets get a drink and try and find a place to sit first. That OK with you?" With his arm around her he guided her through the room. Heading for the bar on the first level. He found an opening and stepped in to lean against the bar while he waited for the bartender to come along and take his order. Making sure he kept Sammie with him.
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Post by ellen on Aug 20, 2009 11:40:11 GMT -5
(Lexi used with permission!)
Ellen made her way through the club and finally spotted a familiar blond head near the bar. The look on her face was enough to cause wise people to move out of her way and when her gaze took in none other than Dean Winchester, Jessica Coulter and Lexi Blair standing together, the frown deepened. Lexi cast her a look, paled and immediately started looking for escape.
"OH NO YOU DON'T, young lady! Don't you dare move from that spot. You have alot of explaining to do!"
When the blond gave her a weak smile, she snorted and then glanced at Dean and his companion.
"I might have known I'd find you hear, Dean. Jessica, does your father know what kind of company your keeping these days? Where is that brother of yours? "
Without waiting for a reply to any of the questions she fired off, she rounded on Lexi again.
"Now.. Where the hell is my daughter and what the hell part do you play in all this? My baby girl is married and no one bothered to tell me? No one thought this might be important? Where is the son of a bitch? I may have to kill him. "
Frowning Lexi straighten her own spine and glared at the older woman. She wasn't 16 years old anymore sneaking in after curfew and a few drinks from a snuck bottle. Crossing her arms over her chest, she lifted her chin and her blue eyes fairly sparkled with stubborness.
"Good to see you, Ellen. Your daughter is fine and shes upstairs at the moment. I'd appreciate if you'd lower your tone a bit so my patrons don't have heart failure and then I'd be happy to show you to her. As far as why on one told you... Maybe this reaction is just what your daughter was looking to avoid? And I'm also giving you fair warning, you upset JO and I'll have your butt tossed out of here faster than you can say Winchester. Your on MY turf now and... all due respect.... You would do the same if the rolls reversed."
Growling a bit, Ellen stared at the young woman before her and was amazed at what she saw. Gone was the awkward young girl she'd known and in her place was a vibrant, self controled young woman with a look of determination on her face.
"Fine... But I'm warning you.. You have some answering to do at a later time. Now, if you'll take me to my daughter...."
Casting Dean a look, she leveled him with a stern expression before waving Lexi off.
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Post by dean on Aug 20, 2009 21:02:48 GMT -5
Dean looked around at the mass of club goers and smiled, Looked like Wicked's Opening Night was going to be a hit.
As he watched he saw the brunette twins again, and thought it rather odd that they were again wearing identical outfits. At their age it was a little unusual to play that kind of game, but maybe one of the twins agreed with him, because as he watched one grabbed the other and drug them away, and she didn't look to pleased as she did it.
Feeling the hair on the back of his neck starting to itch, Dean wondered who was watching him. Slowly he turned his head and scanned for the viewer. Warm chocolate eyes met his.
Eyes he knew. Eyes he had seen molten with passion, and liquid in contentment. Eyes he had thought he would never see again. Eyes that looked at him now with tenderness. Dean's own eyes flashed with surprise and pleasure, 'Anna!' he was moving towards her when he remembered Jessica.
'Right, Jessica' he was with her now, or at least he thought he was, neither had said anything specific, but both seemed to mutely agree they were a couple. Dean stopped his forward momentum and sighed. His eyes now filling with his torn thoughts.
He wasn't egotistical enough to think he could have both and not hurt either. Fortunately for him, he didn't yet need to make a decision: Lexi announced that Ellen had just come into the bar, and as Dean turned in apprehension, the woman let out with her expected abuse, distracting him from his options.
Dean opened his mouth to answer her question about Sam and snapped it shut again, when she dismissed him just as quickly as she had attacked. Yep she was in 'Hurricane Ellen Mode' everything in her path would be swept away until she finally blew herself out.
Hiding his grin behind his hand and a little cough, Dean wanted to cheer when Lexi stood up to the blustering woman, just like as a storm shelter resists the tumultuous winds. The look that Ellen cast him as she left seemed to him to promise a battering of gale like forces coming his way. Deciding that maybe, just maybe he should see if he could build his own shelter to with stand the tempest to come.
He glanced at Jess as Lexi lead Ellen away, He rolled his eyes and let out his breath in a puff, ”I see that you know Ellen too.” Then he started to chuckle, ”Do we follow and see if we can help Jo? Or do we run for protective ground now?” he asked as he grinned in mischief. Anna and his feelings for her temporally forgotten in the chaos of the moment.
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Post by devon on Aug 20, 2009 21:53:41 GMT -5
Pretending to be Konada was harder than Devon had thought, or maybe it was being in the arms of the man Konada found so attractive, that was hard. Either way Devon was feeling distinctly uncomfortable. So uncomfortable in fact that she completely missed seeing Konada's approach until it was too late to avoid it. The shock and pain in the woman's voice as she said Warren's name was answer enough; Devon was in deep 'road apples'.
Trying to get in a word of explanation Devon was distracted by the way Warren's eyes seemed to suddenly change. It was like they turned all dark and blank or maybe became solid nothingness? Then they were back to normal. Devon shook her head to make since of what her mind told her was impossible. But the Doppelganger wasn't given a chance to reflect on Warren's eyes or even too try to explain why she was with him, not that she had one , but Devon would have liked to have had a chance to try.
Konada was on a roll and Devon had no way to stop her. Someone coughed to break the tension, but that only recalled the Host to the realization she needed privacy for what was to come, Devon knew this the moment her arm was grasped in a vice that would have made an alligator's jaws seem weak.
Devon didn't know that she could feel that kind of pain, as she was hauled across the room, turning her ankles and the fire in her hand due to the pincer grip around her arm. While Konada shoved the trash can against the door, Devon took advantage of the freedom to work the blood back into her arm.
”What are you doing here? And why with Warren of all people?” 'Oh yeah, Konada wasn't just mad, she was all out chewing horse-nails and bending iron without a forge and anvil furious. And most of it was because Devon had been caught in Warren's arms.
“I can explain.” Devon tentatively began, but she didn't sound very convincing to either of them.
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Post by bobby on Aug 20, 2009 22:12:46 GMT -5
Bobby and Treb were having a fairly normal conversation about the differences between generations. Since Treb's age fell somewhere between his new friend's and the one gyrating on the dance floor, he was able to see both sides clearer than Bobby could.
But when Bobby caught sight of Ellen striding across the room, the old hunter leaned back and gave a short whistle. ”Talk about the differences in generations. We are about to see one spectacular example.”
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Post by treb on Aug 20, 2009 22:48:35 GMT -5
Treb watched the woman Bobby had indicated move across the floor, but the Tiger was unsure about her involvement with a generation difference until he saw Jess and Dean's reaction to the woman. Dean looked like he would rather again be facing down the Vampires from a few nights before than this woman.
Taking a leap of logic, Treb said, ”I'm guessing that if you know her and she knows Mrs. Blair, you must know Dean and Jess too.” when Bobby nodded he added, ”I'm also assuming that you are a hunter as well?” when Bobby nodded again. he said, ”Then in the spirit of this place, I will tell you, what Jess and Dean already know: I'm a Maltese Tiger Shifter, and I too hunt, but my prey is primarily Werewolves though recently I seem to have found Vampires on my list.”
Bobby nodded with a smile and signalled the waiter to bring another round to the table. ”So you're the one that helped Dean out a few days ago. I had already decided that you were a hunter. You have that look about you, but a Blue Tiger, Dean didn't say anything about that. No wonder Erik had to order you here. I understand Tigers tend to avoid crowds.”
Treb gave a small smiled, saluted Bobby with the new drink before saying, ”When you have a rare pelt, it's not always the evil beings you have to worry about. A Lot of hunters and a good number of civilians wouldn't mind having a tiger rug before the fireplace.”
( Bobby used with permission)
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