Lorne
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Post by Lorne on May 17, 2006 14:03:48 GMT -5
The lights are blue down over Caritas, as a slow piano plays over the croud making them go silent as The host takes the stage. He smiled and sits down on a stool, telling the piano player to exit. "Hello welcome to Caritas my Demon fiends and Friends, tonight we have a special song, to open tonight. so please sit back and enjoy." Lorne smiled and the croud clappes as he started to play and sing.
If I leave here tomarrow Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on now There's too many places I've gotta see If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same
Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change Oooh ooh ooh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I cannot change
He sang with his same strong yet, lizzard lounge talented voice. He got the people's attention that way, that's why they came to hear him sing and to sing. Some hiumans knew about it Talents and came to hear what would happen, would there be loved in there life? Nothing but good things? Sometimes he wondered...
Bye bye its been sweet love Though this feeling I cannot change Please don't take this so badly Cause lord knows i'm to blame If I stay here with you girl Things just couldn't be the same
Cause i'm as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change ooh oh oh And the bird you cannot change And this bird you cannot change Lord knows I can't change
Lord help me I can't chaaange Lord I can't change Wont you fly high free bird
At the end he smiled and let the other take the stage, wondering who would come here tonight and Dazzle or make him want earplugs?. He waited for the sheet. "Alright who is up first...."
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on May 18, 2006 13:14:12 GMT -5
Anna stepped hesitantly through the weapons detector and proceeded further into Caritas. She couldn't believe she had come here again. But when you've completely run out of plausible explanations, it was time to seek a higher power. The higher power of karaoke.
She took a seat at a nearby table as a demon onstage finished a rousing rendition of Kool and the Gang's "Celebration." She looked over the song list and tried to find something suitable. Something not too taxing on her vocal chords or her lack of ability to carry a tune all that well. After placing her name on the list, she nursed a Cosmopolitan and waited.
Finally her name was called and she reluctantly took the stage, smiling nervously at the green-skinned Host as he handed her the mic. She closed her eyes as the notes of Sara Evans' "Saints & Angels" began, concentrating on keeping her voice in tune and not at the multi-colored eyes staring at her.
We're only human, baby We walk on broken ground We lose our way We come unwound We'll turn in circles, baby We're never satisfied We'll fall from grace Forget we can fly But through all the tears that we cried We'll survive
Cause when we're torn apart Shattered and scarred Love has the grace to save us We're just two tarnished hearts But in each other's arms We become saints and angels.
I love your imperfections I love your everything Your broken heart, your broken wings I love you when you hold me And when you turn away I love you still and I'm not afraid Cause I know you feel the same way And you'll stay
Cause when we're torn apart Shattered and scarred Love has the grace to save us We're just two tarnished hearts But in each other's arms We become saints and angels.
These feet of clay They will not stray
Cause when we're torn apart Shattered and scarred Love has the grace to save us We're just two tarnished hearts But in each other's arms We become saints and angels. Saints and angels
When the song ended, she muttered a thank you in response to the light applause and hurriedly returned to her table, awaiting an evaluation from the Host.
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Lorne
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Post by Lorne on May 19, 2006 0:16:59 GMT -5
Lorne listened frowning a little as she sang, She was a pretty girl and it was ashame to see her future. Death by demon what a way to go.
When she finished her song, Lorne made his way over to where she sat and motioned for her to follow him into his Room. He didn't want the poor girl to flip out. "Welcome to the behind the scene honey." he sat her down and gave her a glass of water. "That performance was the cats Meow, you should perform like that every night, people just loved you."
Lorne was stalling for time, he needed that. He didn't just want to spring it on her like that.
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on May 19, 2006 7:42:56 GMT -5
Anna smiled, taking the offered glass of water. "That's very kind of you to say, but I know I'm not a gifted singer. That fellow with the purple horns...now he was impressive."
She searched his red eyes for any hints. "I don't mean to impose on you like this. I know there are probably lots of people out there with problems greater than mine, but...I'm lost," she confessed. "I came here for the first time for a rather odd bachelorette party for one of the girls in the art department. You gave her good news that night," she said. "But somehow, I don't think my future is quite as bright."
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Post by Lorne on May 19, 2006 8:19:46 GMT -5
"I'm going to be honest here moonpie, i saw something that you might not like. But i want you to know the future is never set in stone, nothing is permint in this crazy world." His smile was genuine, and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Your future is, well i don't see one. That was the problem, if you look at me you see sweet loveable demon, same with a bunch of those guys out there, but whatever is coming after you..." he shook his head and sipped his sea breeze. "...not so nice."
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on May 19, 2006 16:01:46 GMT -5
Anna nodded, absorbing his words. She tucked her chestnut hair behind her ear (a nervous habit) and clutched at the glass of water. "Look, I know that this will sound crazy," she said. "Granted, there's a room full of demons out there, so I'll say it anyway. I think...I think that death is following me."
She hurried to explain. "Over the past couple of months, I hear things. Really, really strange things. And soon after that, someone dies. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence. But it keeps happening."
She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "What am I? Am I a plague carrier or someone with obscenely bad luck? What if I'm a grim reaper? What if I died and I'm causing other people to die? Not even on purpose? And how would that affect my lease? Because I'm still paying my rent every month, and if I'm dead...well, what's the point?" she babbled, quickly descending into nonsense.
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Post by Lorne on May 19, 2006 17:29:18 GMT -5
"Whoa slow down there Annie, you got to take some breaths between those sentaces." he smiled, and let his mind go around those things she said, about Strange things and death.
"I'm just the message relay, i mean i don't know what's going to happen or how you can change it, but i know someone who might be able to help you, Him and his little group of do-gooders might be able to help you." finishing his sea breeze he smiled and placed it down on the counter.
"this is something that needs to be fought, and if fought for enough, you'll have a bright future."
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on May 19, 2006 20:22:29 GMT -5
Anna tilted her head at the demon. "You may not be human, but even your species is just as bad at polite lies," she said softly. "if the outlook were positive, you would have told me out there. In the bar. Instead you brought me in here, and gave me this sympathetic albeit red-eyed gaze. And we both know only 'special' customers get that kind of treatment."
She shook her head and stood up. "Fate is fate; you can't fight it. You just have to learn to accept it." She sighed and regained her composure, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "I have to be on an 8am flight to Atlanta, so I should go. Thank you. I'm sure you don't like giving bad news anymore than people like receiving it. But I do appreciate your relaying the message."
She smiled weakly and headed out of the room, stopping at the threshold and turning back to him. "It's a nice place," she said. "I hope I'll see it again sometime." With that, she ducked back out into the chaos of the bar and walked quickly toward the exit.
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Post by Lorne on May 19, 2006 21:25:50 GMT -5
Lorne Quickly followed her, he hoped he wasn't to late. Placing a hand on her shoulder stoping her once more, he kept the same smile. "Anna, an angel is your only friend here in L.A. And of course a hansome Demon Name lorne of course..." he pulled out a card with a Funny drawn angel on it.
"If you need any help, call them. Angel can help, trust me." He placed a green hand on her cheek and smiled. and headed back inside.
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on May 22, 2006 12:54:07 GMT -5
Anna watched Lorne go back to the business of the club. She hadn't expected him to be so kind, which only reinforced her feeling that something very bad was waiting in her future. She glanced at the card with the drawing and the name "Angel Investigations."
Right, as if a detective agency could help when the icy hand of death was constantly looming over one's shoulder. She dismissively tucked the card into her purse and ducked under the weapons detector, ascending the stairs toward the door.
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Post by Lorne on May 22, 2006 13:04:03 GMT -5
Moving to the phone he called the lobby of the hotel, hoping to get a hold of anyone, after a few rings the machine picked up which made Lorne smiled everytime.
"Hey angelkins its lorne, i had a young girl in here not to long ago. It seemed something bad is coming her way, i gave her your card and i hope she comes to see you, i was thinking of coming down to visit myself, haven't really been since...well you know, Can't wait to visit, well chow my little crime Fighting Bubbies, see you soon..."
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