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The Church {{CLOSED}} [03 Jan 2006|12:04am]
"She's at the church. She told me she was away at school, studying music before...before arriving here".

"Well that's lucky", Lenore replied but she couldn't help the small smile that came in response. They were lucky, she could've been anywhere and Lenore had been starting to think that this would probably turn out to be a wild goose chase. A little too lucky when you think about, she admitted but she kept that to herself, as well as the weird feeling the church was giving her. Why is she playing? That in itself didn't seem right to Lenore, at least it wasn't what she would be doing in a situation like this. To each his own, she thought as she and Willard walked toward the church when Lenore noticed some disturbance on the grass just off from the steps. She stopped and frowned as she looked at the trampled grass but that wasn't what had her frowning or moving to look closer. There were droplets of blood on the grass, mixed in with the rain and Lenore would swear it looked as if something had been dragged through the grass.

Whose blood is it? Lenore wondered as she backed up into Willard who had been behind her. "Sorry..we should go get Dorothy", she murmured before turning toward the steps and entering the church. The music masked the sound of the doors opening but Lenore thought she heard voices. As she moved down the aisle, Lenore spotted Dorothy first. The young brunette's head was down, looking at the organ Lenore first thought but then she saw him. Shock coursed through Lenore who stopped and blinked a few times, not believing what she was seeing. It was pretty apparent she and Willard had just walked in on something, something which Lenore never expected to see in a church.

She looked at the blond head of the man between Dorothy's legs, who looked a good deal older than Dorothy from where she was standing. Lenore heard a startled noise from Willard next to her which alerted the pair at the organ. Okay, the best thing is to keep cool. She doesn't look hurt or scared, Lenore thought. Really embarrassed, yeah definitely but this.. I don't know what to make of this. Lenore walked up toward the organ, her arms crossed and a look of disbelief across her face as she came closer to them.

"So what the hell is going on here?" she asked in a tight voice, looking between Dorothy and the stranger. "Little choir practice?" Her voiced dripped with sarcasm. "How 'bout you get up from there now, hmm?" she said to Caleb, a tight little smile on her face but it was a none too friendly look that she gave him.

{Open to Dorothy, Caleb, and Willard}
8 deaths| why won't they die ?

Entering the Library [03 Jan 2006|04:22pm]
[Continued from here]

As Jeryline's sarcastic response to John's blunt reply washed over him just as quickly as it'd been said, he listened in on her suggestion to get out of the rain. Indeed that seemed like a good plan. Considering that he lived in LA and carrying an umbrella this time of the year was a rare item to have. Besides, John never carried one anyway, no matter what time of the year it was. It wasn't as if he'd cared what a little rain would do to his clothes. Still, the constant falling of rain on his body, when it'd been out all night, was beginning to seep into him and chills of cold cascaded across his body. A warm bath seemed to be the most suitable thing to do from causing a cold, but in this place, it was unlikely he'd even have time.

Upon listening to Jeryline explain that she too had come across demons, John couldn't help but feel relieved that he'd come across a group of people who knew what John had been struggling with. But of course, any religious person would believe that. Another demon was here, and a much higher one at that it seemed. Balthazar? No, someone else. Either way, he was breaking the code and John would see to it that he wouldn't do so ever again. There were dire consequences in this deserted town, but what's a little fun in deporting a demon back to hell going to do to change that? Still, he'd need to find that son of a bitch who'd possessed him and seek his own revenge. He knew what he was up against and once regained strength; he'd seek that demon out.

As they began to walk toward the library, like John even obligated not to go, he listened in on Jeryline explain to the younger English fellow about the concept of demons and their intent. More or less, her explanation of them fit his own definition quite well. And the mention of zombies weren't that bizarre either. Midnite had been able to conjure up the dead on many occasions, more or less under his control even, but then there were times when he'd come to various cities and faced the 'walking dead' wrecking havoc on the townspeople.

[Open to; Jeryline, Mina, Warlock and Shaun. Or anyone else heading toward the Library.]
9 deaths| why won't they die ?

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