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Post by Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican on Jan 12, 2011 15:18:33 GMT -5
Logan had left her at the apartment with instructions to stay put and wait for him to come back. Well that was something that she wasn't going to do. She was the slayer now, she didn't work for him therefore he didn't get to decide what she could or couldn't do. It may be stupid but she was tired of being told what to do by people that just turned around and hurt her. It was probably better to just not care about anyone like she pretty much had her entire life. She had never known love or the meaning of family. Her parents had been killed and her adoptive parents had come along after she had already lost most of her human emotion.
Now she was walking along the streets deciding what to do. She didn't want to go back to the apartment for the mere fact that it bothered her being cooped up in there. It wasn't fair that Logan could go out and fight but she had to stay locked up. It wasn't gonna happen. It was a pretty quiet night so far though, she hadn't come across anything more than a couple stray cats in an alleyway and a homeless woman digging through a dumpster. Nothing out of the ordinary really. That wasn't exactly a good sign either though because it meant that whatever was going to happen was getting closer, the evil beings must be meeting and planning. It made her uneasy.
Miami really was a dump to live in. There were some nice places but mostly it was just the slums with tons of homeless people. She missed her home, she missed the countryside and the people, but this is where she was needed and so she was here. She had fought to get here and wasn't about to just give it all up especially now that people really needed her. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Naomi Wilde on Jan 12, 2011 21:21:53 GMT -5
Survivor's guilt was something with which Naomi Wilde was entirely too familiar. She had been surrounded by an ever-growing pile of bodies for years, a trail of blood that the Watcher would never truly be able to wash from her hands. From her very beginning she'd been primed for that, though: growing up in the Wilde household was an instruction in swimming with sharks. She'd grown hardened inside and out, steeling herself against her past and the actions she'd had to take throughout her life. Yet not everyone was as prepared or capable as she. What sounded like such an obvious statement was highlighted by the troubled history of Watcher’s and Slayers: children forced into fights for their lives, men and women struggling against demonic forces from every angle. She had grown so accustomed to the working as a member of the board she had forgotten what it was like to walk the streets. To see firsthand what the war looked like, there was no subject more tragic than the slayer.
It would have been obvious to anyone that Elizabeth Vatican was a haunted girl. Naomi had been in Miami for less than four hours and was feeling jet lagged, she had received a call midflight from somebody at the institute, a reliable source had told them the Slayer had been called in the city, even her name, her school and a very detailed hand drawn sketch. It was more than a coincidence that Naomi was crossing the Atlantic Ocean to pay her respects to the fallen Slayer Gemma Bennet, to offer some form of condolence to her grieving mother. Maybe she ought to stay around for a while, make friends with the new Slayer. It had been coincidence again that brought them together, she had just finished checking into her beachfront hotel when she saw the girl from the sketch, and the detail in the picture matched her completely.
Teenagers, she thought, so dramatic. She'd kept an eye on her ever since they crossed paths, she tried to keep up with the slayer as she stalked the streets, she was clearly angry. Was she looking for a fight? Naomi liked that sort of determination but she was clearly injured. Foolish girl, if she’s not killed by a vampire she’ll get hypothermia. she thought regarding her state of undress. She followed the girl into a rather suspicious alleyway. She looked completely out of place in a long pearl coloured Channel raincoat that dropped to bellow her knees; it was matched with some black heeled shoes and expensive looking silver jewellery. “So, if you’re looking for an American Slayer this is where you go.”[/color] Naomi said, her voice was dripping with distaste. “And I think you’ve got a friend, how perfect. I’ll get a chance to make a proper assessment.”[/color] She said as she notices somebody lurking in the shadows. Probably a vampire on the prowl for something to ear Naomi raised her eyebrows expectantly as if to say, ‘Go on, show me what you can do.’[/size]
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Post by Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican on Jan 13, 2011 1:36:19 GMT -5
The sense that someone was following her, watching her, kicked in about two blocks before she reached the darkened alley. It wasn't like it was abnormal to be followed in the big city and until something appeared and showed itself to her she continued walking to wherever it was she was going but made sure to keep her senses tuned into what was happening around her. Sure she was angry but she wasn't stupid, military training was still good for something at least. A shiver ran up her spine reminding her that she hadn't grabbed a coat or anything, in her hurry to get away from Logan's place she had forgotten about the damp, cool air outside.
About halfway down the alley the person following her became more visible and then spoke to her. She spun around on her heel to face the person that had spoken. It was an elder lady, probably in her fifties or so wearing some very nice clothing. She looked out of place in the streets of Miami, especially these streets. American slayer? So this lady knew about slayer's but the only American slayer here was Gemma who was currently in a coma with no hope of coming out of it. I hope you aren't talking about me, cause I am not American and really have no idea who the heck you are. Assessment of what? she questioned not wanting to openly admit to being a slayer since she had no idea if this lady was on her side or not. After getting her ass kicked by a size 2 girl she didn't trust looks for anything.
Just as she spoke a vampire stepped from the shadows with a grin spread wide across his disgusting wrinkled face Very nice, dinner and dessert he snarled looking from Eliza to the elder lady. I think I will have my dessert first though he smiled, well smirked really, and started towards Eliza. Even in this outfit she had a stake stored and had it out within seconds. I don't think so she glared and waited as the vampire approached. As he got closer she threw a well aimed kick at his chest and knocked him back, which only made him mad. He advanced fast and grabbed her throwing her against the brick wall. As he came to pin down his prey she punched him hard with left hook and stepped forward sending a round kick to his head and knocking him to the ground You know you really should watch you diet, seems like you could use a little more nutrition and exercise, you're moving a little sluggish she commened and drove her stake right through his heart.
After he turned to nothing but a pile of ash she turned back to the older lady Mind telling me who you are and why you were following me she asked putting her stake away. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Naomi Wilde on Jan 14, 2011 15:08:16 GMT -5
She heard her accent and was instantly aware that she was not American. ”My apologies dear, I was under the impression you were another American slayer, our Intel missed a crucial piece of information,”[/color] she said before she purses her lips. She hated not knowing everything. ”Assessing you of course sweetie.”[/color] she said with a sly smile as the vampire set upon her. Although she spoke politely a hint of malice could be found in Naomi’s words.
Naomi slowly unbuttoned her overcoat and took it off her eyes were fixed upon Eliza’s brawl with the vampire, “You are aware you have equal strength to him.”[/color] she heckled from the sidelines as the Vampire shoved her into the wall. She pulled the coat from her sleeve to reveal a cardigan and crisp white shirt paired with some pearls around her neck. She fixed her hair and folded the jacket over her arm as the fight raged on, luckily the slayer had regained the upper hand. “Bravo Elizabeth, or can I call you Liz.”[/color] she said clapping her hands together softly, “I would personally prefer less of the ‘trash talking’ however if it works for you.”[/color] she said approaching Eliza, she extended her jacket to the slayer.
She was overdressed for Miami and removing the extra layer was more for her benefit that Eliza’s but it made a nice gesture. “Take this, you’ll catch the death out here, and you’ll have the added benefit of not looking like a ‘woman of the night’.”[/color] she spoke with little compassion, like she was reading D.I.Y. instructions not speaking to another human being. “And my name is Naomi Wilde, you may call me Ms. Wilde/ I represent the Watcher’s council. Actually I do more than that, I speak on behalf of them as their highest ranking member.”[/color] she extended her hand to shake Eliza’s ”And if you don’t believe me my identity card and badge are in my breast pocket.”[/color] She said already turning to leave the scene.
“So, Liz where can I go to get a good drink around here?”[/color] she turned back to Eliza remembering that she was only a teenager, Oh, underage. Well if you put the jacket on you can come sit with me in the next establishment we find. I’ve been in this hellhole for almost 3 hours and I’ve not had a drop to drink.[/color] she said as she began to walk, her heels clicked loudly on the sidewalk. “Come along Liz.”[/color]
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Post by Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican on Jan 15, 2011 19:12:35 GMT -5
After she had dusted the vampire she looked back at Naomi. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to have a watcher but this wasn't exactly the type of watcher she had been anticipating. Umm I guess she replied when Naomi asked her if it was ok if she called her Liz. It was just a name and she supposed it didn't really matter, Eliza, Liz, Elizabeth, they were all the same person. Yeah I can work on that I suppose she answered with a shrug. The trask talking just made things more entertaining plus it helped her get out some more anger that she had built up inside her.
When the watcher offered her the jacket Eliza took it and pulled it on, not that she was cold or anything, she did it more as a nice gesture. Naomi was hard to read and rather overdressed, she made Eliza a little uncomfortable and on edge but in due time she would get used to it and learn how to read Naomi a little better. When Naomi spoke of who she was Eliza merely nodded, she didn't want any proof cause she didn't really care and Naomi seemed like the type of person that would get pretty testy if a lot of questions were asked.
As the woman started to leave Eliza turned and followed her not saying a whole lot of much and just listened to the woman prattle on about getting something to drink. Wasn't this lady supposed to be here to train her not look for something to drink. But hey she wasn't one to say what the strange British woman could or couldn't do. Logan was going to be intruiged to know that she now had a watcher, hey at least that meant she didn't need to go to him for help anymore, that made her smile a little. It wasn't really happiness that she didn't need him it was that fake kind that you only feel when you are really angry at someone, deep down she wanted nothing more than to be with him but she wouldn't let herself admit it. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Naomi Wilde on Jan 17, 2011 21:42:01 GMT -5
Naomi noticed that Eliza was a quite reserved, she stopped and allowed the girl to catch up with her, the girl clearly had something on her mind, she wasn’t normally one for bonding however she was the head of the council and it was her duty to lead the council and guide the Watcher as well as lead the slayer “So, tell me about yourself Liz.”[/color] Naomi said making a genuine smile, ”How does a young girl from eastern Europe find herself in Miami, did you move with family or are you at college?”[/color] she asked as she walked into a hotel’s lounge bar.
She eyeballed the man on the door who was about to ask Eliza for ID and proceeded into the bar. It was a modestly decorated bar, still a little too modern for Naomi’s taste, she preferred a more VIP setting but she wanted to get to know the new slayer and didn’t like the idea of standing out on the street conversing.
”A large glass of Chardonnay, please, and whatever my . . . granddaughter would like.”[/color] Naomi said as a woman approached the table, she considered ordering food and remembered American cuisine. She’d wait until later. She smiled flicking some of her short hair out of her face before placing her hands on the table. ”And so you know, I won’t be your watcher, we’ve got a rather handsome young man on the next flight over here.” she said as their drinks arrived at the table, “I’m assuming you’ve had some run ins with a Vampire called Logan, he actually called us to inform us of your presence only a few hours ago.”[/color] she said taking a sip from her wineglass and letting out a sigh of relief, she had hardly had a chance to relax today with all the travelling and then her encounter with Eliza.[/size]
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Post by Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican on Jan 18, 2011 2:14:10 GMT -5
When Naomi asked about who she was and where she had come from and why Eliza was a little confused. It seemed odd to her that the Watcher's Council really didn't know much about her. She figured it probably had something to do with the fact that the switch from Gemma to her had been rapid and unexpected. Eliza waited to begin speaking until they were seated at the bar. She ordered a water with lemon and then began her story. I don't actually have any family. My parents were killed during the war in Romania when I really young. Not that it matters because I didn't grow up with them at all, I was raised by SAEB in a facility centralized in Bucharest. Me and hundreds of other children were taken at age two from our families and raised as soldiers. The workers hoped that a slayer would arise in their midst but one never did. Kind of ironic that I was one of the girls in line for it, they had the highest hopes for me and were disappointed when I wasn't called. When the facility was shut down I was only fourteen yers old. Some kids went back to their families but mine had been murdered by vampires so I was sent to an orphanage. That is where the Vatican family adopted me, but I only stayed with them for two years before I had to leave. Being raised like I was, as a soldier, made it impossible to live a normal life, impossible to love and live like I didn't know about the things that went bump in the night. I decided to leave and find somewhere that needed me and my journey brought me here she concluded with a shrug.
People found her life story interesting, at least the few people that she ever told did. But it wasn't a story she really enjoyed telling because it reminded her of just how much SAEB had messed her up. It was only fair that she converged the sad truth of her life with Naomi thought because it was the right of the council and her watcher's to know everything about her. She wondered if she was going to make it into that little book of Slayer's that Naomi had written. Then as she thought about it she knew that in order to be in that book she would have to die and then she wouldn't even know what was written about her, talk about lame.
When Naomi meantioned Logan, Eliza stiffened and took a sip of her water. So Logan had finally called the Watcher's Council, it was about time she supposed and of course she should have guessed that he had done it. She had just walked out of apartment only a few hours ago and was still pretty angry. Yeah I have heard of him, ran into him my first night here. What about him? she asked with very little realy curiosity, though it would be interesting to know what Naomi knew. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Naomi Wilde on Jan 18, 2011 20:23:22 GMT -5
Naomi nodded her head, occasionally taking sips from her glass as Eliza described her time with the SAEB. Naomi knew of the organization only too well, she had heard murmurs of its existence for years however when one of its ‘students’ was put on trial for murder the whole truth came out. Naomi swiftly formed a committee which acted to shut down the program. It took almost three years before she could cut through the red tape and allow United Nation officials into the compound to close down the program. It was a move that was extremely unpopular with the Romanian authorities but Naomi stood by her belief that she had done the right thing.
Eliza was sitting in front her that alone was proof she had done the right thing, if she had been called while under the command of SAEB she would have been used as a weapon, that was the last thing that she wanted for a slayer.
”You have no idea how sorry I am to hear that Liz.”[/color] she said extending a compassionate hand to the girl, she clasped the slayers hand in her own, ”Those men from the Soldiers Against Evil Beings were truly monsters, it sickens me they are able to walk the streets free men.”[/color] she said with a venomous tone.
Many on the Council shared the belief of the SAEB. that a slayer was a tool to be used by the council for the good of mankind however Naomi was of a different mindset, she believed that the slayers should have a free reign to do as they pleased. As long as they were doing 'good' of course, but that wasn’t really worth thinking about, no slayer had turned evil since the late 80s.
She let go of the slayers hand and firmly clasped it around her drink, she took a sip of the glass realising she had drank almost half of it as Eliza continued about Logan, “It just makes me smile to know he isn’t still killing slayers, thirty years ago he would of drained you of blood without a second thought, now look at him. Assisting a slayer. Wonders will never cease to amaze me.”[/color] she said followd by a small but clearly audible laugh.[/size]
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Post by Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican on Jan 18, 2011 22:09:37 GMT -5
Eliza shrugged a little when Naomi apologized for her rugged and rocky past. Hey I am just glad that they got shut down. I would be lieing if I said I didn't hate them for what they did but I can't change the past so there is no point brooding over it. Paying them back wouldn't bring justice to the lives they ruined, I just hope they live with their guilt for the rest of their lives. Besides it isn't like I really understand what I missed out on, I never knew what a normal childhood was supposed to be like. All I know if they raised me to be exactly what I am today and I have vowed to do the best I can at that she replied sincerely. She hated her past and hated those people but was past dwelling on things she couldn't change. Logan had once told her that no matter how much she knew about them it didn't matter because it wouldn't change what they had done.
Yeah he has helped me a few times she replied not really wanting to delve into it. I worked with him before everything with Gemma happened. Helped him fight demons and such but then I was called as the slayer and things went bad. The reason I was out in an alley in these clothes was because I was supposed to be at his apartment right now. I got attacked by some sort of demon earlier, she pretty much beat me to a bloody pulp as you can probably still tell. He went off to investigate and told me to stay put, as far as I am concerned I am a big girl though and don't need him telling me what to do she replied with a hardened expression.
She had left some things out of the story of course like the fact that they had kissed and then he had rejected her and left her there heartbroken. Those weren't things that Naomi needed to know though. Knowing that the slayer had a broken heart had nothing to do with training her and as far as Eliza was concerned her personal life was on a need to know basis and Naomi didn't need to know. Good to hear he isn't all evil anymore though, it is nice having and ally in the city. At least I know I have some back up in this never ending fight against evil she replied with a small and forced smile. It was hard for her to appreciate Logan right at this moment but she was trying to remember that he had helped her many times before. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Naomi Wilde on Jan 18, 2011 23:19:22 GMT -5
“I suppose we’ll just have to make the most of the situation, you are streets ahead of any recently called Slayer we’ve ever had the pleasure of training. Unless you include that horrific Disco dancer in the early 80s, she had a very high kick, but her rollerblades were her downfall.”[/color] she said remarking about a slayer she never had the pleasure of meeting, her tenure was tragically short, she hoped that Eliza would survive for longer. She liked the way she thought, she was clearly wise beyond her years. More likely Logan had imparted some words of wisdom to her. Even in his days prior to having a soul, he was extremely empathic to others feelings, he was a master manipulator. It was nice that now he had gone from manipulation to helping.
She listened as Eliza explained her complicated situation with the Vampire with a soul. She was intrigued, if it wasn’t confusing enough that she had been called in such close proximity to the last slayer she was already fighting the forces of evil alongside the ‘champion’ of vampires. Naomi nodded her head and ‘um’d and ‘ah’d at all the right moments, she licked her lips, the story was more juicy than she had once thought. Miami definitely was on the cusp of something, she just didn’t know what. ”such a strong-minded young woman. You’ll make a good slayer.”[/color] She spoke with a sly smile across her lips, she could see in her eyes that there was more to the story than she was letting on. Logan clearly cared about her leaving her alone as he went out on his own to find the beast that attack her. She knew exactly what she was leaving out, she had once been a young woman in Logan’s company. She didn’t press any further on the subject.
She nodded in agreement, ”I can’t say that it helps me sleep easier at night knowing there’s one less demon on the streets but if my Intel is correct at least we’ve got another soldier on the streets fighting the good fight.”[/color] she said forcing a smile alongside Eliza. The duo knew they were fighting a losing battle.
“So tell me this, if you are no longer living with Logan, and you’re a long way from home, where do you plan on spending the night?”[/color] she spoke with the authority of a strict teacher yet it was clear some compassion was nestled within the words as she sipped from her quickly depleting glass.[/size]
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Post by Elizabeth Rhoslyn Vatican on Jan 19, 2011 3:01:28 GMT -5
I am just glad to be of some use. Pretty much my goal in life was to find somewhere that I was needed, guess I came to the right place at the right time she replied with a sort of ironic type tone. Her whole life had been spent trying to fit in and all it took was coming to America for her to find her true place in the world. It was nice to get a compliment or two from Naomi, well it was just nice to get a compliment every once in a while.
Her job was to save the lives of others but most of the time whenever she saved someone they would run off like scared little puppies without so much as a thank you. It was human nature though, they liked to supress anything that they didn't want to believe in and so they did. A human could be attacked one night and the next night act like nothing had every happened out of the ordinary, it was an uncanny ability. Eliza had never been able to do that, she couldn't just shut her eyes and pretend the evil wasn't real, that would get her killed and it would get others killed as well. People really didn't know how lucky they were to have a slayer in Miami to save their stupid, ignorant asses.
Well as of now I don't have a place to stay. I have been living there for the past few months and didn't really think it through when I left. I planned on bunking at a motel or something until I could find a better place she replied with a shrug. When she had first arrived she had been living in abandoned houses and buildings, she didn't need much to survive. Actually her survival skills were great. She was guilty of stealing a few items to keep alive here and there but that had all been in her past. Right now she actually possessed some money from working for Logan. He had paid her for her help, before she had become the slayer that is. What a gip, she was still doing the same job she had always done except with more danger now and wasn't even getting paid for it. Oh well meant she would have to get a real job eventually if she hoped to live independently and not rely on Logan. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Naomi Wilde on Jan 27, 2011 21:55:29 GMT -5
Naomi smiled, the girl had a strong spirit, she didn’t speak like a victim, she spoke like a soldier. She knew that she had the right mindset for being the slayer, she could see a vast amount of potential with the girl.
She almost spat out her wine on realising the girl was without a home, “A motel? Don’t be ridiculous, motels are for sordid affairs and drug deals, neither of which you will be participating in.” she said finishing her glass of chardonnay and placing the empty wine glass onto the table she pulled out her phone and pressed a few buttons soon she was talking to somebody from the council, “Cecil, it’s Naomi I’m with the slayer, no the one who isn’t in a coma, yes I know funny how fate plays out.”[/color] she said in a rather blasé manor, ”That’s what I’m calling for, I’d like another room this evening, it appears the chosen one doesn’t have a place to stay tonight. And I want you to start looking for somewhere for us to stay, preferably beachfront, two floors minimum. Two bedrooms with en suites, a large kitchen, no vulgar artwork and if I see a hot tub I’ll have you sent to Timbuktu to relieve Alfred of his outpost over the Hellmouth there.”[/color] she said with a wicked smile on her lips.
“Tonight you’re staying with me, hopefully if Cecil does his job properly we’ll have a nice house rented out by the end of the week.”[/color] she said standing up and yawning a little. ”Now if you don’t mind I need to retire to my bed, trans-Atlantic flying has obliterated my body clock and I need to re acclimatize.”[/color] she told the slayer as the waiter came to the table, Naomi gifted him a 20 and requested that he called a cab. She wasn’t going to let Eliza go to a dirty motel, maybe she was being a little overbearing but it was just her way.[/size]
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