-insert name here-'s Place and Everywhere Else ~ Geezerville

[Ghost of Lily]

*She floats in to Lily finding the idiot staring at the bathroom door as the water runs. He always was too good for his own good. Any other guy would be in there with her. Dumb a**. Knowing he'll keep her twin from doing anything Lily might consider a "bad" thing, she floats off to the MW. As long as Lily doesn't think she's doing something wrong, Ghost is free.*  

[Decorera]

Dec steps out at his client's house; sexy smile hovering about his lips. When the doorman opens the door, he offers him his card and is taken in to a parlor. Suddenly a teenager, dressed like a slut, burst into the room followed by a beautiful older woman.

"Mother, I am going and that's final!" "Angelica, you are restricted to the grounds from this moment on. And if you are ever so disrepectful to me again, you will be lucky to be ungrounded by christmas!"

The woman motioned to the servants and a couple stepped in to guide the furiously screaming girl up to her room. The woman turned her head towards Dec, slowly and critically looked him up and down, taking in his calm face; completely unruffled by the arguement. She circled him as if he was a piece of furnature she was contimplating buying. Finally she stopped in front of him.

"If you can keep your mouth shut about what you have heard tonight, I will be contracting you in a few days. That is, if you can dress like a gentlemen as well as you dress like a gigolo." She took in his calm face and smiled in satisfaction. "Good. I have no use for a tempermental escort. If you can stand a comment like that, I think you will do rather well. I'll contact your agency in a few days."

She waved a hand and Dec took it for the dismissal it was. he left the house and grounds. Once safely away he frowned harshly and blew out an angry breath. He stalked towards the MW.  

[Icy Reign]

*after a two hour drive, she pulls off onto a dirt road that leads into the woods, taking her a good mile and a half in before running into a vast open area decked out with a live ammunitions obstacle course, shooting range, fighting dummies, hand-to-hand combat training areas, and a sniping field. Making a circle, she parks her car on the dirt road, facing the way she came.

Switching her baby off, she gets out and opens the trunk, unpacking. Taking out her suit, she changes right there, tossing her street clothes haphazardly in the trunk. Shouldering both duffle bags and grabbing the two carrying cases, she treads across the terrain to the combat dummies, wanting to get physical first before the mental workout of shooting and throwing*  

[Icy Reign]

*a few hours later of close combat, precision training with her boomerang blade, whips and fans, she's sitting on one of the man made boulders, sipping on some water and sweat sheening on her face. A bit tight and sore, she can't complain for the lack of discipline on her part. Leaning back, she unzips the front of her suit to her navel, letting the slight breeze help cool her off. Staring at the sky, the sun slowly drifting it's way to late afternoon, she lets her mind flood with thoughts of group training, her and Flame taking on any and all challengers who dare thought they could hold a candle to them. She reveled in the knowledge of being the best of Horne and Stubbs, and they trained under Flame since they were all teenagers working for her father.

So she was told. Frowning slightly, it unnerves her that she can't for the life of her remember anything beyond the day Flame saved her. Everything that she talks about from her "past" are things she's repeating from others mouths. None of it her own recollection, none of it real to her. Sighing, she pushes herself up, not wanting to go down that road for the time being. She planned to train all day, and all night if need to be, until she was good and sore and tired from exhaustion. No more sleepless nights, no more crying, no more pity parties. She climbs halfway down then jumps the rest of the way off the boulder, heading for her artillery and knives, time for target practice. Damn the world b/c it's already damned her, and she was finally going to take care of her star team player-herself*  

[katana68]

((Awwwww! crying *huggles Icy* Kat luffs joo!))  

[Flame Knightmaer]

-after a successful night, he and the boys deliver the Juarez Brothers to the client early that morning, collect and head for the office. He'd already explained things to them when he met up with them the night before, asking them to keep an eye on the bar, Icy and dame. They were under no circumstances to be seen by dame or his story won't hold. As far as she knew, they were out hunting and would be gone for who knows how long.

Done with paperwork and filing some things away, the men go out for a late breakfast, him riding with them in his car. Deciding that he was never going to get his car back from Horne, he just shook his head and rode in the passenger seat. It was a good thing of sorts, since there was an old school Chevy he'd had his eye on for the longest. Looked and drove as if fresh off the showroom floor and he knew for a fact it was still available b/c he kept constant tabs on it. The price was a bit steep but it was well worth it, and he wanted that car so bad he could taste it.

After breakfast, he instructed Horne to first take him to the electronics shop to pick up a few more throwaways, knowing he'd have to toss his phone whenever he contacted dame so she couldn't pinpoint his location or ask more than she needed to know. All the while it was tearing him up inside to have to lie to her for so long, but the outcome of it all was for the best. The next stop was the antique car dealership where his dream car was patiently waiting for him. As they pulled up, there she was, calling his name as she did so many times before when he'd pass by there on a daily to look at her.

It didn't take long to close the sale and soon he was driving off the lot in his prized possession. Horne could've jumped out his skin once he told him that he was to keep his old car and they'd handle the paperwork on it when he returned. The guys hung out at their favorite bar and grill, killing time until his departure. Just as he was about to send a text to dame, his phone buzzed with one from her. Smiling, he laughed at the pic she'd sent him, instantly making it his wallpaper for the time being. He taps out a message to her and sends it, sipping his beer and watching the game-

Msg to dame

You're even adorable at your corniest, you know that? wink Unfortunately, we're still on the chase. I'm glad you're enjoying the holiday and hate I can't be there to enjoy it with you. Be safe, have fun, and I'll text you later. Miss you.

 

[Lil Brat]

*Somewhere in Switzerland, a package arrives for L. Not knowing exactly who sent it one of the minions who's recently irritated her was ordered to open it and he scratches his head at the contents, taking them to his mistress. It is merely a piece of unusual chipped marble and a piece of paper that has been placed against a hard object and rubbed with a pencil. The etching is a date, looking much like what you'd see on a headstone. There is nothing else in the box.*

((*Waits patiently to hear L's response to this package...* twisted ))  

[Icy Reign]

*exhausted and sore to the core, but feeling a helluva lot better, she pulls herself off the track loop that surrounded the grounds where she'd laid down after a five mile run with weights strapped to her ankles and carrying her gun. Looking up at the moonlit sky, she feels for the first time in a long time accomplished.

Pulling a Mag-Lite from her boot, she shines the way back to where her bags and cases were, packing up and dragging everything to her car. Pulling her street clothes out the trunk, she puts her bags and carrying cases in, not bothering to change since she's heading straight for a soak when she gets to back to the MW. Tossing her clothes in the front seat, she hops in, roars her baby to life and peels out into the night*  

[damecharlie]

L's nostrils flare and pupils change slightly, the only hint that the piece of rock has bothered her at all. "Get out," she says coldly, waving everyone off with a hand, "All of you, depart." Everyone in the room shuffles out. Once they all have left and shut the door behind them, she snatches the marble and piece of paper up, reading the date carefully, a finger brushing lightly over the etching. Tracing the font and cut of the letters. Her eyes narrow and she places the paper back down, bringing the chip of stone closer, inspecting it.

L is so angry she is almost seething, however the only trace is her eyes flashing. "JONATHAN!" she screeches and half a tick later, a man comes bustling into the room, stuttering out a yes ma'am. "Get this piece of stone analyzed. And I mean NOW!" Jonathan's eyes widen and he pulls out some gloves, carefully taking the rock and putting it back in the envelope it came in. He took the etching too, for good measure, nodding and backing out while bowing some and spouting off yes ma'ams.

L sat back down at her desk, steepling her fingers in front of her, index fingers pressed against her lips, mind wheeling. She picks up the phone off the receiver, pushing a button. After a second or two, someone on the other line answers, L cuts them off, "Have Jonathan bring back that envelope after he delivers what's in it. I want to have a better look at it." The voice on the phone yes ma'ams her and L hangs it up, drumming her fingers on the desk, eyes dark in thought.  

[Lil Brat]

((Doesn't think her forensic scientists will find much, fingerprints from the postal carriers and a postmark from the city where the grave is... ninja ))  

[damecharlie]

((She's analyzing the make up of the stone to find out if it is for sure the kind she had made for her sister's grave. 3nodding And dude is gonna analyze the paper for good measure. The envelope she will investiage on her own... twisted ))  

[Lil Brat]

((Lol ~ if she finds something then we know she really isn't human after all.))  

[damecharlie]

(( rofl She was just gonna look for the postage information that you already named. rofl ))  

[Lil Brat]

((Lol ~ for a minute there I was worrying Damey's more brainwashed than we thought and L was gonna turn out to be some immortal being that has powers beyond the Devil himself ~ ninja We're never gonna be free of her... crying ))  

[damecharlie]

(( rofl LOL well, wouldn't that make dame an immortal being too? xd ))