Topic: A Sanctuary - (Semi-Open - PM First)

Vanessa

Date: 2009-12-03 09:34 EST
Everybody needs a little place they can hide
Somewhere to call their own, Don't let nobody inside
Every now and then we all need to let go
For some it's the doctor, For me it's rock and roll
For some it's a bottle, For some it's a pill
Some people wave the bible, cause it's giving them a thrill
Others point their finger if they don't like what they see
If you live in a glass house, don't be throwing rocks at me

The sounds of the song coming out of the jukebox was oddly enough soothing to the young woman behind the bar. She was doing last minute preparations on the opening of the new bar in town. Strictly rock and roll, metal and all it?s variations was the music of choice in the jukebox and on the stage when she could get a band that wanted to play a few nights a week.

Still there was a purpose behind the bar when she got sent here. She could accept that. It was rather ironic given all the issue her dad had with the owner of the bar down on Ursines. But then, the bears wouldn?t be in control here.

We all need a little shelter, Just a little helper to get us by
We all need a little shelter, Just a little helper ooo, and it'll be alright

Check out Mr. Politician in his suit and tie
But when the doors are closed there ain't nothin' he won't try
Meanwhile Mr. Medicine's treating his best friend's wife
Tipper led the war against the record industry
She said she saw the devil on her MTV
To look into the cabinet, it takes more than a key
Just like Jimmy's skeletons and his ministry

She had to laugh at that stanza of the song; Her, the grand daughter of Us Senator Goudeau. Boy, does Grandpa have more than a few skeletons in his closet. Skeletons he doesn?t even know about. But then he?d turn a blind eye to them in order to keep the support of Bill Laurens and his son-in-law, Wren Tigarian. Money talks, bullshit walks.

We all need a little shelter, Just a little helper to get us by
We all need a little shelter, Just a little helper ooo, and it'll be alright
Hit it now

For some it's the needle, For some it's the kill
Some people wave the bible, cause it's giving them a thrill
You can spend your money before you get your pay
With a toss of the dice, you can piss it all away

She was the one with the bright idea to petition the Omegrion to open this sanctuary when Savitar purposed the need for one. There had been a ripple of unease because no one had the guts to come forward or to protest. Too many had their own interests on Earth and to argue with Savitar was a death sentence. There were easier ways to commit suicide.

Vanessa Tigarian had a special fondness for the Chthonian. After all, if it wasn?t for him thumbing his nose at the Fates, she wouldn?t be alive today. She also developed a love of surfing, which endeared her to the Chthonian, even if he didn?t admit it.

Surfing was something she would have to look into.

We all need a little shelter, Just a little helper to get us by
We all need a little shelter, Just a little helper ooo, and it'll be alright

There had been a growing unease with Stryker?s forces branching into this hub realm unchecked. Acheron had seen as much and had sent in two of his hunters (even if they didn?t realize it) with little support and few resources. Savitar, in his infinite wisdom, decided a Sanctuary wouldn?t hurt anyone.

Yeah, like he didn?t see who would be stepping up. But there were easier ways to suicide than tell a God Killer ?No.?

Alright
We all need, A little shelter
We all need, A little shelter
Just a little helper
Oh Lord, it's gonna be alright
Come on now
Come on now and shelter me now
Just a little helper
Shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter, shelter
We all need, We need a little shelter
Just a little helper ooo, and it'll be alright

(Shelter Me - Cinderella)

Vanessa

Date: 2009-12-05 19:40 EST
Laminas/Limani The Atlantean term for "haven". This refers to portals between worlds (bolt-holes). The word is also used to describe any Were-Hunter sanctuary or safe house.

There exist throughout the known world limani-sanctuaries where humans and animals can gather without fear of being hunted. Each sanctuary has its own laws, but by rights, all limani must abide by human law first and foremost.

Crash!!

A male body went flying out the door and into a refuse pile behind. The male was tall, blonde and had a body to die for. He was also pale and had made a very big mistake. He was hunting in the Limani. There are easier ways to commit suicide.

?Garrick, I told you once, no hunting in the Limani. Doesn?t Stryker teach you inkblot?s any better?? Came the growl of a lone female stalking out of the door the male had just come sailing through.

?F*** Stryker.? He growled and tried to launch himself at her.

?No, F*** you, Garrick. Savitar doesn?t tolerate this bullshit and you damn well know it.? She was preternaturally fast as she caught the Daimon by the throat and choke slammed him to the ground. ?You know you are lucky you pissed me and not Savitar off.?

She didn?t enough give him a chance to finish. She pulled a knife from her boot and slammed the blade into the mark in the center of his chest. The Daimon exploded into a fine gold dust.

?These new Inkblots don?t even deserve protection if they keep violating the rules.? She grumbled.

?I?ll keep that in mind, kitten.? Came the sarcastic voice behind her.

?Yeah, sure, Kahuna?? She grinned as she turned to face him. ?Scouting the waves?? She asked as if there would be any other reason for the Chthonian to be here. There was a smirk in response as he flashed away.

She dusted herself off and went back into the club. ?Remy, Watch the door. The Inkblots are getting frisky.?

(Except from the Dark Hunter?s Companion0

Vanessa

Date: 2009-12-21 09:41 EST
You're a dreamer, and you live in a world, of lies, full of sinners.
You will never understand.
You're a great deceiver, a result of a system, That's fake, always holds you.
Are you really in command?

This is the time to change and make things right,
This is the time to make it on your own.

You'll never be yourself, Don't ever lose your pride,
Just find out who you are, You keep your head up high.

You'll never be yourself, Don't ever lose your pride,
Keep your head up high!

Only a select few Sentinels are born to each patria, and they are chosen by the Fates. They are stronger and faster than the rest of their species. They are immune to everything but the common cold and a couple of odd diseases, like the one that takes away their ability to do magic.

Then there are Aristi, a rare breed of Arcadian who can wield magic almost effortlessly. In the Arcadian realm, the Aristi are considered gods.

The music wafted across to the private areas of the Sanctuary. She was in that mood again, as miserable as she felt as she sat in her office. She felt like she was coming down with a cold and a lot of weight on her shoulders. She only had one true friend and she was trying hard not to ruin that by pushing things.

The door was open and the message was delivered. If he wanted to go that route? She couldn?t think like that. She was an animal in the long run. She thought and acted Katagari because that was how she was born. Yet, here she was hiding the Sentinel markings and the extent of her powers. Her Patria was so new that she was their first Sentinel. Yet, she felt ashamed to be one given that her father and most of her siblings were Katagari.

She was glad for her mother. Glad for the love her parents had for each other. Her mother was an Arcadian tiger and one of the better ones out there. She was always there for her cubs. No matter if they were human or animal.

She balked against the curse that destined the two halves must fight each other. She hated paying for someone else?s screw-ups.

You're not a believer, you just go with the flow, Never an achiever.
You will suffer in the end, You thing you're a winner, but this game you play,
Will make you burn in fire. Smile and wake up dead.

You're not forever so you're aiming higher, You stumble in every step you take.

You'll never be yourself, Don't ever lose your pride,
Just find out who you are, You keep your head up high.

You'll never be yourself, Don't ever lose your pride,
Keep your head up high!

Speaking of screw-ups, her eyes take in the image of Remy in the mirrors. The young leopard had a lot to learn about life and her. Lord knows she was not remotely attracted to him. His attitude needed a major adjusting if he wanted to survive in their world, let alone this insane place.

?Something you need, leopard?? It may have been respectful to call the were-hunter by his animal, but the way she did it was condescending. The young leopard was a pain in her tail.

?Big storm rolling in, Tigard.? His tone was only marginally more polite. They bristled at each other because she flat out refused to sleep with him. ?Some of the guys are worried about their families safety.?

She nodded at that, understanding the concern. Some of the guys had been barely holding on before she came along. She gave them a hand up, but it was still too soon for that to have a lasting effect. ?I think we can afford to close the club long enough to be a shelter for them.? She wasn?t in it for the money. This was their Sanctuary and these, her people; even if they didn?t understand who or what they were working for.

The young Leopard balked at the idea, but wisely shut his mouth. Her father was the Katagari Niphetos Pardalia Regis and rumored to have no sense of humor where his family was concerned. It wasn?t that he was a tyrant, he just didn?t tolerate insults at all. He turned and started the preparations.

She sighed, knowing she would have to supervise him. She was the type of person to get her hands dirty along with her people. Armchair management was her grandfather?s thing.

She murmured softly, ?(vq) Why do I put up with this, Del??

She didn?t expect an answer? He was resting as it was daylight.

You'll never be yourself, (never be yourself) Don't ever lose your pride, (oh oooh)
Just find out who you are, You keep your head up high. (keep your head up high)

You'll never be yourself, Don't ever lose your pride,
Keep your head up high!

Dean Winchester

Date: 2010-01-21 23:24 EST
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

(Lyrics from "Bad Moon Rising" - John Fogerty)
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Club Andros
WestEnd...

The day shift at Club Andros was usually pretty quiet. Day crowds are usually more interested in grabbing a liquid lunch than doing any heavy partying. Compared to the night and weekend shifts, the day shift was tame. Most of the time, it was pretty boring. Every now and then, some douche bag would try to start trouble, but that's what I was there for. To keep the peace. I kept myself awake by drinking copious amounts of coffee and watching the clock tick.

"Hi, Dean," a pretty blond named Tina smiled at me as I entered the club. I grunted a reply which ended in "coffee" and suddenly found three separate cups being shoved at me by three separate girls. I smiled my thanks, choose a cup at random, and meandered over to the bar. The gaggle of girls giggled behind me, and I rolled my eyes. I was barely even awake yet, and they were already on the prowl, like a pack of predatory cats. It wasn't even noon yet.

"What's the matter, Dean-o?" the bartender on duty, whose name just happened to be Sam, asked as I settled myself on a stool and took my first sip of morning coffee. "Your girl keep you up too late last night or you got a hangover?"

In all honesty, it was neither. I'd been having trouble sleeping ever since Cas pulled me out of hell, but the night before I'd stayed up late researching Black Dogs, of all things. Gabriel Ratchets. Hell Hounds. Whatever you want to call them. Hard as hell to kill. I knew that only too well. They'd dragged my ass to hell once, and they'd killed Jo. I didn't want to tangle with them again, but I'd promised Spade I'd help. It was what my brother and I did. We helped people. The problem was I knew how to kill one if I had to, but stop someone from becoming one? That was outside my area of expertise.

"Had trouble sleeping," I muttered, shoving a hand through my hair and glancing at my reflection in the mirror that lined the back wall of the bar. Christ, I looked like crap. Felt like crap, too. I had thought about taking the day off, but I was already there. Might as well tough it out.

"I bet I could help you sleep." I heard a woman's voice behind me and turned to find myself facing a stunning redhead. Sultry. Sex on two legs. Gwyneth Paltrow had nothing on her. She reminded me of Jessica Rabbit, only she wasn't a toon.

I blinked and swallowed and muttered stupidly, "Uh..." My heart belonged to Quinn, but apparently, my eyes had a mind of their own as they wandered over her more than ample curves.

I looked over at the bar, but Sam had abandoned me, going to wipe glasses or whatever it was that bartenders did. It was just me and the sultry redhead. She looked like trouble. My brain flashed a warning, but I was too stunned and sleep-deprived to think straight.

The redhead reached over and walked her scarlet-painted fingernails over my chest. "What's the matter, handsome? Speechless?"

"No," I muttered, swallowing again. Was it getting warm in there or was it just me? "I'm on duty." I turned a little to let her see the word "Security" emblazoned in big, white letters on the back of my shirt.

"When do you get off duty?" she asked, smiling and running a fingernail against my arm hard enough to scratch.

Normally, I'd probably like the attention, but there was something about her that didn't sit right with me. Call it instinct. Call it experience. Call it second sense. Call it whatever you want, but I got a bad feeling about her. I trusted her about as far as I could throw her.

"Listen, sister. I'm flattered, really, but I'm not interested."

She frowned, pouting at me with lips as red as her fingernails. "What's the matter? Don't you like girls?"

I had to laugh at her insinuation. I liked girls just fine. That wasn't the problem. "I'm taken," I told her. I'd never said that before in all my life, and it sounded strange coming from me, but I meant it. She might have tempted old Dean, but new Dean was off the market.

She sighed, a little too dramatically, as if trying to sound disappointed. "The good ones always are."

I removed her hand from my arm and turned back to the bar to retrieve my coffee, muttering an apology I didn't really feel was necessary. "Sorry."

"You aren't, but you will be."

I turned back around to ask what the hell she meant, but she was gone, like she'd never been there at all. I didn't know it yet, but it was the first sign of trouble.

(Cross-posted in WestEnd - This Time Imperfect.)

Baby Ice

Date: 2010-05-04 13:05 EST
Icesong slipping in the back door of the club after hours. Her pale blond hair caress on her shoulder, she was dressed in a pink short dress that shows off her legs.

she is needing a place to stay, so she moves to the couch. it was the second place she felt safe at. she found a old coat and put it on her body. She needs rest.

Vanessa

Date: 2010-05-04 13:13 EST
The last few days had been troubling to the Tigard. The murder had cast a pall on her night out with her mate. The gathering of Dark-Hunters meant that Acheron was taking no chances. It was weighing on her and she ordered the Sanctuary ready.

She just didn't expect the locals to know, much less understand the laws governing the place.

She was heading for her quarters after a long night, when she found the girl there. At first she was about to eject the trespasser, until the familiar scent hit her senses.

"Icesong... What are you doing here?" The hands hit her hips.

Baby Ice

Date: 2010-05-04 13:37 EST
When Vanessa spoke to her , she jumps She sits up, facing the older woman. Her blue eyes looks to the eyes in the woman who could make her listen. She waited before she spoke to find the words that won?t betrayed her voice.

?I need a place to stay for the night. The inn is too busy and I can?t get the room.? The young girl look like she has been through hell. ?Can I sleep here? I leave before you opened.? she asked softly. She needs sleep, her blue eyes closed a bit.

Vanessa

Date: 2010-05-04 14:07 EST
She regarded Icesong a moment, before letting out an exasperated sound that was mingled with a growl, "And for some reason, you can't go home?"

She was not much older than Icesong appeared. "There is no need for you to sleep down here. I've got a spare room in the main house."

She gave Del a look before the young Leopard could say anything.

"Let's go. Well see if Jaye's still up on the way." Yeah, her mate was going to be a pleased as she was. Still she wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder.

Baby Ice

Date: 2010-05-04 15:08 EST
"there is no reason, it just a little too late for me to go home." she leans against her body. her blue eyes watch her and the young leopard. "was he there the whole time?"

Vanessa

Date: 2010-05-06 10:01 EST
She tilted her head to Del, "Yeah, he lives and works here."

She brought her to the main house and guided her upstairs to the second floor where the guest rooms are. "Most of the residents here are different species of Were-hunters. Some are animals that can become man and vice versa."

They passed by a black haired woman in a hunting leathers and Vanessa gave her a nod. A look and more passed between them. The old woman nodded back before heading downstairs.

Vanessa guided Icesong to a door, "Here's where you will stay."

Star Lykos

Date: 2010-05-06 10:07 EST
The more was the silent communication between the two Aristi.

The Lykos nodded and watched Vanessa move off with the young dragon. There had been a promise of a further explanation, but for now she had a request to see too.

And see to it she will.

The static electricity gathered around the wolf as she sent the magic into place by her will. The girl would not be able to teleport in or out of the Sanctuary, nor would anything else be able to get in.

There was one room set aside for Were-hunters to flash in and out of without disrupting the club and that would suffice. But the girl would find magic would not come when she called.

Afterall, half their bloodline could trace back to Apollo himself.

Baby Ice

Date: 2010-05-06 12:54 EST
Icesong felt a little werid but she write off from being so tired. she smiled softly to Vanessa. Her blue eyes lingering on the other woman.

when Vanessa showed her bedroom, she gave her a hug and slipped aside. she sits on the bed. watching Vanessa.