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| Road Trip to Texas |
[17 Jul 2008|12:42am] |
Things to Pack for Week @ Mom's House
*20 outfits
*Stolen strappy sandals (my bad, D)
*iPod (download 'Best of ABBA'... annoy Tyler)
*Shampoo and conditioner
*Loud sex toy (buy batteries!!!)
*Cell phone charger
*Cooler w/ ice packs
*Blaaahd
*Deodorant, perfume, body wash
*VOGUE!!!
*Cowgirl hat and boots
*Tampons? Ha! Never again, suckas!
*Toothbrush
*Jack Daniels (not your mother's road trip)
*Put bricks in suitcase. Make Ty carry.
Things to Do at Mom's House
*Eat her food
*Drink her drinks
*Leave hair in the sink
*Use the last square of toilet paper
*Have kinky sex on the white couch
*'Borrow' the Lexus
*Pretend Tyler's the boss of me
*Drain her boyfriend (just a little!! for real)
*Cut pictures out of Redbook
*Adjust her bathroom scale
*****
Dear Vivian,
By the time you get this note, we'll be in the driveway. There's no escape!!!
Love, STAR
*****
Dear Leah,
Here's this month's rent check! Sorry I haven't been around much. Weird nocturnal clock resetting! I'm going to visit my maternal figure in TX. When I get back, let's go out for drinks. Need to suss out when I'm moving into my new petite-yet-sophisticated condo!!! 4 blocks off the Strip, yay for money! BTW I quit the hair salon.
You're the best roommie ever. (Code: Please don't wig and hang garlic around the door while I'm gone. Not that it works well. It's just rank.)
I left you a present on the counter. It's an extra giveaway bag from the 'Carmilla' after-party. Ignore the lame-ass plastic fangs (distribution company woes). Skip to the perfume and Dior sunglasses!
Love, STAR
PS- Curious about funky gray shavings in bowl on kitchen counter? Comfrey root... spell for safe travels! Please don't toss! Spell is WORKING!!!
PEACE.
[Star Exits Stage Left!]
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| Access Granted |
[01 Jul 2008|11:16pm] |
While there was nothing lavish about Tyler's new apartment, its humble interior still had warmth that shone through in a simplistic fashion. Perhaps it was his Japanese background. There, every home, even a home that housed an impoverished family would be beautiful in its balance. That extroverted sense of beauty had traveled across the sea with the young man.
Ty lay across the couch; his left forearm draped across his forehead as his dark thoughts plagued his mind. The lack of hunting opportunities was driving him insane. Topped with the fact that he was fairly convinced his phone wasn't working, it would have sufficed to say that he was getting frustrated.
Apparently, frustration was the new red.
Star Tomlin was one week a vampire, and had yet to sink teeth into her first living prey. It should be noted that she did not starve; there was blood enough to survive on in her sire's refrigerator. Or at least, there had been, until the newly undead blonde had gone through the entire stock.
What caused the trouble? It was those damned spells.
First, there was a spell to retain her soul. That remained intact, and Star didn't regret its effectiveness, though being without guilt would simple things up, a bit. Second, a spell to subdue her inner demon, which chomped at the bit to unleash dark impulses, despite her lackadaisical habits and tendency to like rather than eat people. Oh, it was that second spell that was problematic. After a while, her hunger for blood was sated, but her hunger for a hunt just wasn't. That spell was simply no match...
The streets were an increasingly difficult place to find strangers, who could be seduced into exposing their necks for a little nibble. I promise I won't drink it all...
Even elevator rides within the hotel became small tortures. Really, I'm not a lush! I could stop. Sure, I've had my years of indulgence, but I've grown as a person...
In the end, there was only one man Star trusted herself to be around. One who was not only immortal, and her boyfriend, but could kick her ass if she got too thirsty. Outside Tyler's apartment, she pressed her nose up to the door jamb, simply breathing in his scent.
Tyler, despite his whirlwind of thoughts, couldn't help but feel the presence that approached his door. His insides twisted. It was a combination that froze him for a moment. On one hand, he could feel the presence of a vampire in close proximity.
On the other hand, there was the distinct impression that the woman he loved was also here.
It didn't take his mind very long to connect the dots, but he had no desire to rush to any conclusions. He didn't move. Instead, he stayed on the couch, waiting for the doorknob to turn, anticipation coursing through him. When the knob didn't turn, he chuckled to himself. “You are coming in, right?”
Oh, you jerk!
( The World's Doofiest Couple )
[Thread: Open to Tyler and Star]
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| The Odd Couple |
[22 Jun 2008|09:57pm] |
[Takes Place Before 'Whatever Means Necessary']
Well. The fecal matter had finally hit the oscillating device.
Connor had seen it on television. On a dozen televisions at once, actually, since he'd been walking past the window of a pawn shop when Action News aired their live segment with Josiah Markowitz. He'd stepped inside when he'd realized what was going down, watched the agent's multiple images spilling everything he knew about Project Integration, as if the newscast had been shot inside a funhouse. It was almost a relief, really, the end of the waiting period, anticipating the dropping of the other shoe. When it was over, Connor walked back out onto the sidewalk, feeling weirdly lighter.
Since then? Chaos. He'd fought and staked a pack of four vampires who started to kick up their heels a little too soon, as if now was the perfect time to start partying. He figured that as word spread, the feeding frenzy might get worse, but this was the sort of chaos he could deal with. The wait-and-see part? Not so much.
The Destroyer was currently standing next to a phone booth, jingling some quarters in his hand and waiting for the woman in the neon-blue pantsuit to finish her call. Rhiannon's words were still fresh in his mind, and really, this might be the best time to give Star that call. The entire world was going crazy right in front of him; he might as well compound the insanity by calling a girl.
Pantsuit Woman exited the small space, and Connor gave her a brief nod and stepped inside to pull the doors shut after him. The napkin was thoroughly wadded up by now, and he smoothed it out on the glassed in wall before punching in the numbers.
If he could do this without stuttering, that'd be a bonus.
Star's cell phone was resting on a sleek, glass table in Victoria's hotel suite. As it rang, it vibrated itself off the edge and bounced beneath the couch.
The blonde was trying on an outfit stolen from Victoria's closet. Star's changes of clothes were in the apartment she shared with Leah. She hadn't yet gotten up the nerve to go there. Not because she was worried about the confrontation, but because she was a little fuzzy on the rules. Could she get inside? Technically she paid rent to live there, but it was actually Leah's place. Star was just a boarder. No telling what the rules of vampire engagement would make of that situation.
She smoothed the long, silken ensemble into place and did an experimental twirl in front of the mirror. No reflection answered. Logically she knew this would be the case, but couldn't help hoping. On a frustrated grunt, Star stormed towards the couch in a blur of saphire blue. On its fourth ring, she located the cell phone, which displayed an unfamiliar number, and flipped it open. "Hello?"
( Ooh La-La! )
( Ch-Ch-Changes )
( Who Wants To Be a Voyeur? )
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| A Blonde With Sharp Teeth |
[17 Jun 2008|01:59am] |
It was always a matter of hours. Vampiric turnings seemed to have no exact rule about them. Some could be quick and others had to wait for another evening. For Victoria, having one of her own was a unique experience. She was still writing her book, still picking up knowledge. Still planning to release it, in a few years, as the ultimate compendium of vampiric history ever produced. The present media hype would make such a thing easy to do now, but when one had an eternity, perfection could wait.
She rested alongside the sleeping blonde now. This was no average example. Star had employed magic to make it different. Nevertheless, a large part of her, at least, was now bound by blood. A mystical influence that somehow seemed to spark at the edge of Victoria's consciousness. She could feel something... Slight though it might be, it was there. Perhaps only sensed, because she had deliberately been focusing on it, but there nonetheless. When that feeling refused to die down, only instead building, her smile grew again and she propped herself up by elbow, gazing down at her new bloodied offspring. The cameras were recording. No tape to run out of. Just a constant committing to digital memory. A memory to live forever.
And with the wound of bite suddenly dissolving away to not even so much as a scar, Victoria watched on as lover's embrace of the shadows awoke to a new reality.
( Rise and Shine )
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| Daughter |
[12 Jun 2008|12:24pm] |
There were rumors it might have happened before— the first actual vampiric turning ever committed to commercial film. There were a heck of a lot of horror films, and even more actors, who never seemed to get heard from again through the decades. Malkovich even starred in one, built around that very premise.
Victoria Foxworth could be something of an enigma when it came to the merchandise of vampirism. She had read, seen, or watched virtually every bit of media in existence about them, yet could hold a controversial view of supposedly classic examples of such: She adored the film 'Interview with the Vampire' yet was bored to tears by the original book. She liked how some scenes of 'Nosferatu' were more authentic to a certain Bram Stoker novel than most legitimate adaptations of the same, yet had never felt scared by it, as so many film critics decreed virtually everyone should.
Perhaps it was that very objective outlook of the subject that might guarantee her own work a place in history. While she did not overlook the possibility of it being regarded as awful, the vampiress now possessed insights, the like of which no human writer or director would know. Insights she was doing her best to convey on the screen. What mattered was that, so far, she was happy with what had come to pass. Financing it largely out of the money accrued from the destroyed second incarnation of Fang Noir, her version of 'Carmilla' was, in a way, a childhood dream, which meant its eventual creation was very much a labor of love.
Her suspicions about one Estella Tomlin having starlet potential were correct, too. There was something about the way the blonde looked. Something about how light shone over and interacted with her, on an aesthetic level. Curious, really, but Victoria discovered those properties lent themselves easily to cinematography not too unlike silent film icons of the twenties and thirties. An aspect of playing with light and shadow, which, somewhat ironically, seemed to foreshadow what was to come.
Everything was done. Everything committed to film. The only thing left was the culmination of what this had led up to—the only genuine, recorded instance of vampirism in Hollywood history. There had been a slight hiatus, when depressing recent events had come to pass, which went without saying. Now, though... Now fantasy was about to become reality.
The scene had already been set up. Multiple cameras situated from almost every angle might have, in years past, been imposing. These days with miniaturization and digital technology? Not so much. It meant this portion could be done without a crew. The recording devices set aside, off by the walls and in amongst prop furniture. To all intents and purposes, it was less of a set and more of a real bedroom. Victoria's script, needless to say, differed from the original story... For her own, the vampiresss would succeed, rather than be destroyed. Although able to be regarded as artistic interpretation, Vicky was as bored as she was frustrated at so many screen vampires coming to a premature end. No, her story was more about the exploration of vampirism itself. The seduction of darkness. What it actually meant to be embraced by shadows and be of them.
One of the reasons she liked 'Interview' so much.
With dusk setting over Las Vegas, the vampiress felt unusually calm. She had figured this might be a moment of excitement. Instead, she felt unexpectedly whole, at the prospect of finally making another like herself. At least until the bell was heard at door, which had a way of bringing reality back into focus. With one last look at the set, she made her way down to the studio entrance and opened it with a smile.
"Velcome to my castle," she grinned to her friend, in Eastern European accent.
( Into the Spiderweb )
( The Fine Print )
( Girls on Film )
( A Death Scene? (Mild Sexuality) )
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| Ready to Roll |
[08 Jun 2008|10:52pm] |
Letter to Her Mother
Dear Dina Lohan Vivian,
I got your email. So let me get this straight...
8 years I've been doing magic. 8 years! And now you wanna believe in it, just because some no-name vampire did a sob story on Oprah?
But wait, there's more! You also want to ride my coattails into a mother/daughter movie script, 'based on a true story', for the Lifetime Television Network.
Well screw that! I've got news. I'm not your commodity anymore. I've already found my claim to fame, and you'll be lucky if I let you put a toe on the red carpet.
Sincerely,
STAR
PS- Since you fancy yourself 'in the supernatural loop', suck on this. My dead, incinerated boyfriend's back. We have sex ALL THE TIME. Hot zombie sex.
****
Voicemail for Victoria
"Hey, it's Star. You know what I'm thinking? We better get that camera rolling before somebody horns in on your idea. The timing is perfect... don't you think? *kiss* Talk to you later. Don't spoil your appetite..."
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| Back from the Dead |
[12 May 2008|11:42pm] |
As soon as shadows kept them safe from discovery, Star ditched the bartender. After all... she didn't want him getting the wrong idea. That was one guy who wasn't coming home for the night.
The distance to where she'd parked her car was four, maybe five blocks. The blonde hurried down the road on her impractical shoes and wrapped her arms tight. It wasn't that cold, but compared to the temperature the air had reached in the bar, outdoors felt practically like frostbite. It was loud, too, with rebel tires squalling and voices shouting and the distant complaint of sirens. She was one girl out of how many rebels? The likelihood of getting followed by an Agent was slim.
What worried her wasn't them. It was the so-called illegals. They had gathered for a private talk, but now they were roaming the streets in who knew what angry states. Plus, there was a betrayer amongst them. Suspicion could get the best of even calm, rational temperaments...
So she had heard.
What was she supposed to do about Leah? Sooner or later, the Feds were going to call the hybrid out on her witchy roommate. The best plan of action was to pack her bags and head for the hills. Or possibly Victoria's hotel suite. Having no idea about the break-up she had more-or-less caused, Star hadn't any reason to doubt she'd be welcomed with open arms. "Yeah," she verbally persuaded herself. "Homeless couch hopper. I can handle that. Maybe I can pay her off in platelet donations." She snorted, and was about to break into a jog when her high heel snapped like a twig.
"Oh, shit!" Star hopped, dangling the errant footwear like it was covered in brown. "Sh- to the motherfucking -it." Teetering against an old truck tailgate, she broke the stem completely off and contemplated what kind of mettle it would take to put her bare feet on the ground.
The ghost in the shadows continued to watch the young wiccan. His breath stuck in his lungs as though the oxygen had been replaced with burning hot tar. After all this time, after coming back from the other side… the one moment he had dreamed of, the moment that he lay tortured in bed over night after night, it had finally come.
Tyler's mind flashed an old memory. He was just a teenager, and he was fighting his first demon one on one. In spite of all his training, coaching, and encouraging, there was a voice in the back of his brain that told him victory was impossible. That same voice whispered in his cranium now, and a chill ran down the back of Tyler's spine. So Tyler did now what he had done in that very first brawl. He took a deep breath, put one foot in front of another, and went forward with as much confidence as he could muster.
He didn't speak. There were no right words that would soften the shock. He kept his eyes fixed on Star, and waited for her to see him and begin the process of realizing what was happening.
Footsteps.
( Stranger )
( Are You Real? )
[Thread: Open to Tyler and Star]
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| Cheese Fries |
[21 Apr 2008|10:21pm] |
In the month of April, the supernatural underworld was beginning to know a lifestyle of panic. Word spread quickly about the Federal offensive. Descriptions of initial raids were inflated, of course. It only heightened the sense of fear that crept into conversations. Already, some demons had begun to stockpile weapons, while others had begun to change their nightly patterns, and some considered packing up for smaller towns, more out-of-the-way.
Despite that climate, there were those amongst the supernatural that seemed unaffected by happenings. Even oblivious. Star Tomlin fell into that category. While some stockpiled blood in secret storage facilities, she simply browsed summer shoe sales.
"Do you have these in a seven?" She dangled the slingbacks by a hooked index finger. While the sales attendant went to check, the wiccan slurped a cherry coke and ignored anything that wasn't footwear. The saleswoman came back empty-handed, though, so Star dropped the shoes on the display and headed back into the mall.
It wasn't that he'd meant to start following her, it was that he couldn't help it. Crowds were good to hide in, and he'd been careful to keep out of sight while the rumors and gossip about the men and women from D.C. spread through the supernatural community like the plague. Besides, the mall was air-conditioned and there was a movie theater. If he was to be run out of town on a proverbial rail, he could do it with a little bit of comfort.
It had been the radio earpiece that tipped him off, and Connor had fallen into step behind the man in the non-descript black suitjacket and paced after him once he realized that he was not out to steal the waifish blonde's purse. There were enough people milling around in the enclosed area that it was easy to pull the operative into a phone enclosure and leave him there to wake up with a monster headache and his cameraphone shattered into about a dozen pieces. The Destroyer sprinkled the man's white shirt front with the remains before stalking back out into the walkway.
He wondered what they wanted her for. He vaguely remembered seeing her at the mass meeting at the air force base. She looked like half the girls he'd taken classes with in college. Connor put his hands into his pockets and caught up with her on her left.
Yeah, she was definitely waifish. Almost elfin. "Excuse me, do you kniow what time it is?"
( 5 o'clock Somewhere )
Thread:http://asylums.insanejournal.com/free_form2/28773.html
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| Impatient Caller |
[29 Jan 2008|10:21pm] |
"Star... I heard your tinkle and just had to come running... I had an epiphany and, glad to say, it's not something for which I require a physician. Your idea, though... Color me intrigued, with a bright, neon undercoat of fascination. Fang Noir's pretty much refurbished and with the right degree of automation, you'd be surprised at how much stuff you don't need a film crew for, these days. We really must talk... I'll surprise you at the salon, poodle."
Surprise her at the salon? Well, great. That meant Star had to engage in her least favorite of activities. Waiting.
And while she did, Star's evenings at the salon became an entirely different kind of torture. She was an impatient girl on a good day. But watching the door for the chic and very sexy Victoria, who sounded newly energetic, made her life seem like that movie Groundhog Day. Time never got around to the good part.
Eventually she allowed her impulses to get the better of her and dialed Victoria's number... A move she never would've pulled on a man she hoped to have sex with.
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| Quicksand |
[21 Jan 2008|08:24pm] |
Tinkle!
The bell above the door rang out as Purity pushed the wooden door open. Immediately, the smell of old books and musty forgotten trinkets filled her nostrils. The witch breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with as much of the stale, yet ever so welcoming air as she could manage without looking as if she were about to sneeze.
It was always a delight to the dark witch whenever she happened upon a little store that seemed to call to her. It made her skin tingle, the same way it made her feel excited like a kid finding buried treasure. Well, a kid finding some really cool toy anyway.
Booted feet carried her effortlessly through the small, cramped aisles packed full of all kinds of wonderful junk. She had to be honest, most of it was, but that was the beauty of shops like those. Every once and a while you found something spectacular that you would never have found anywhere else.
Speaking of, what was that gold and silver thing stuck in the corner at the back? It gripped her attention enough to make her re-direct where she was heading.
A magic shop on Spring Mountain Road?
As long as Star had been in the city (going on a couple of years now), she didn't remember there being one. Certainly she would've noticed it, with its lush purple awning and window full of old books and charms hanging on ribbons. It didn't have the look of a new store. There were dust bunnies she could spot from the sidewalk, as if everything had been in its place for a very long time.
The wiccan pushed through the door and felt her breath get taken away. There was magic in the store. Not what typical shopkeepers thought represented magic, like incense and fragrant candles and gaudy crystals on tripod displays. It had the real deal. The scent of spellwork was skunkier than most imagined. The jars full of herbs and preserved animal parts were to blame.
Star wandered through the aisles, here and there touching a price tag to get a feel for the place. There was nothing extravagantly priced, and nothing too cheap, either. Most of the baubles were mystical junk; not what she'd felt when walking in the front door. She paused at a ball of unakite and ran her fingers over the pink and green veins. It didn't hold her attention long. It wasn't one-of-a-kind. Star's brown eyes roamed the shelves for something better, that something that made coming in worthwhile.
A flash of metal, there, in the back. Gold and silver and glass. Star abandoned the unakite and headed that way with a singular purpose, her high-heeled boots announcing each step.
( MINE! MINE! )
( Mad Rhymes )
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