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Post by Mixston Roth on Dec 8, 2009 0:34:31 GMT -4
Sometimes some of the best places to hide yourself was right in the middle where nobody seemed to be looking and it seemed as if that was exactly what this Alice girl had done. Demons had looked for her since she left following Azazels death but none had been able to track her down though Mixston was rather certain they had only been half trying as these days there were bigger fish to fry then some pain in the ass "ex special child" psychic who has scurried off to do God only knew what.
But Mixston was bored and decided that perhaps this Alice needed to be reminded whose side she needed to stay on and to also remember that her skills were at their sides will and not her own. And again mix was bored and it was always fun to cause the living grief...it was after all what he lived for.
After doing some digging Mixston had found enough information on the woman past and present to make his visit worth wild and he was all too amused to find the physic shacked up in a small out of the way motel in one of the hottest psychic run towns in the country...of course many believed the gift to be fake and for many in the town it was...save for the woman Mix got to visit.
Letting himself into the room Mixston allowed himself several moments to search through her personal belonings. There were several well read books lying scattered about the room, your typical array of clothes; the room actually proved to be rather uninteresting which did nothing for Mixston's boredome as he waited for the psychic to come in from the rainy evening. Slumping down upon the bed Mixston allowed his eyes to fall on the bedside table which to anyone would seem perfectly in place. But that was thing the table looked far too "in" place."
Mixston pulled open the drawer and pulled the Bible out of the drawer and as he flipped through it a photograph slipped form the pages and landed on the floor along with a gold chain with a minature Eiffel tower charm on it. The photograph was of his psychic and of what Mixston would guess was the love of her life given the shit eatting grins plastered upon their faces in the photo.
Mixston adored leverage.
Tucking the picture into his breast pocket and laying the chain upon the table Mixston sat in the one wooden chair in the corner of the room and simply waited for darling Alice to make her way back home.
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Post by Alice on Dec 8, 2009 1:14:32 GMT -4
Being paid to give people messages from the 'other side' and then lying about what those messages were proved to be a little exhausting, especially having to do it all day. It wasn't so much the moral ambiguity of the task that made Alice's head spin a little, it was having dead people screaming in her ear because they wanted their descendents to know just how much they hated them, which wasn't even close to what Alice told her clients. People didn't pay to hear the truth, they paid to hear good news. And though it irritated Alice to have to deliver lies, it was the only way she could make enough money to get by.
And get by she did. Today she had made enough money to pay for her room at the motel and some groceries to last her the week and enough to treat herself to some chinese for dinner which was how she came to be juggling a carton of fried rice, with her bags of fake psychic stuff while she tried to unlock the door to her room. Because she had been focusing on not dropping things, Alice didn't notice the badness filling the room until she had opened the door and stepped in. Her eyes locked on the figure in the corner of the room as the door shut behind her, and she knew immediately that he was no demon. That didn't mean he didn't bat for their team, but he was more powerful than your standard demon, that much was clear. Either way you looked at it, one thing was clear. They had found her.
Alice remained calm as she put her bag down and leant against the door before starting her meal, her eyes still on the intruder. She said nothing as she chewed on her rice and thought about what this meant. It was fine, them finding her. She knew it would happen eventually which was why she had never gone to find Brick. He was safe as long as they didn't know who or where he was. Her eyes flicked to the bedside table and her heart skipped a beat as she stared at it. Her necklace, the one Brick had given her so many years ago, promising one day he would show her the real Eiffel Tower, the one she had hidden so carefully inside the pages of the bible along with his photograph... was lying in plain site on top of the bedside table.
Taking a steadying breath, Alice forced her eyes back to the intruder in the corner and finished her mouthful of rice as calmly as she could.
"Can I help you with something?"
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Post by Mixston Roth on Dec 8, 2009 2:00:27 GMT -4
Mixston knew Alice was coming before she turned the key in the door lock and sure as the snow in December the psychic walked into the room and from the moment she entered Mixston could feel her determination not to let on any feelings she may have to his presence. Crossing his arms slightly as he watched Alice chew her food Mixston never allowed his eyes to travel away from the pyschic.
There it was the brief look of panic Mixston had been waiting for to get what he needed from the psychic...the boys name...Brickston. He could and would use that and it would be worth it.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Oh I reckon in time you will be able to help me with a great number of things Alice," Mixston explained with a slight smile as he pushed himself from the chair and made his way to Alice's side in the blink of an eye. He allowed his fingers to trail through her long hair.
"Shame really that you ran...it took a lot fo effort to find you and a bit of bloodshed," Mixston explained his vocie a whisper.
"He looks much different when he's not choking on his own blood," Mixston explained as he took the picture from his pocket and allowed it to drop at Alice's feet before making his way over to the bed and patting it.
"Have a seat we have business to discuss."
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Post by Alice on Dec 8, 2009 2:26:09 GMT -4
"Oh I reckon in time you will be able to help me with a great number of things Alice,"
Alice held herself incredibly still as her visitor trailed his fingers through her hair. It took all of her energy not to shudder at his proximity. He was wrong, a demonic kind of wrong without being demonic, and he looked like he was barely out of his twenties. Alice really wanted him to go away but somehow doubted the likelihood of that situation.
"Shame really that you ran...it took a lot fo effort to find you and a bit of bloodshed,"
Bloodshed? Nobody knew where she was. And she didn't know anyone. No one except for Brick... and he was far away and safe... wasn't he?
"He looks much different when he's not choking on his own blood,"
She stared at the photo in horror as it fell to the ground. The... whatever it was... finally moved away from her and she knelt down to pick up the photograph. "You're lying," she said, surprised at the confidence in her voice. She would know, wouldn't she? If something had happened to him. Not only did she love him more than life, she was supposed to be psychic. She would know... surely.
"Have a seat we have business to discuss."
Clutching the photo tightly, Alice straightened up and glared at the thing sitting on her bed. "I'll stand."
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Post by Mixston Roth on Dec 8, 2009 2:53:23 GMT -4
"You're lying."
"Am I?...How can you be certain? Is it because you didn't see darling Brickston die?...Didn't see his pathetic life slip from him as he begged for mercy? Beg for you? To see you one last time before he died...Then again you didn't see me coming either...getting a bit rusty it would seem," Mixston explained as he absently picked the dried blood out of his finger nails.
"I'll stand."
Mixston's eyes grew dark with rage as he glared back at the psychic and the lights in the room shuddered and the picture Alice held in her hand burst into flames.
"Sit," Mixston growled his tone burning through the still air of the room. He hated psychics to start with as they seemed to be the cheap form of a dog and pony show of the supernatural world and he rarely had time for them but Azazel had seen promise in this one therefor Mixston figured there had to be soemthing to say for that.
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Post by Alice on Dec 8, 2009 3:28:27 GMT -4
"Am I?...How can you be certain? Is it because you didn't see darling Brickston die?...Didn't see his pathetic life slip from him as he begged for mercy? Beg for you? To see you one last time before he died...Then again you didn't see me coming either...getting a bit rusty it would seem,"
Alice pressed her lips together tightly to keep from crying. She refused to shed even the smallest tear, not in front of him. She told herself over and over that he was lying, he had to be, because there was no way anything could happen to Brick without her knowing. No way...
"Liar," she whispered, though her resolve was quickly abandoning her.
Flickering lights didn't scare her, she had been hanging out with dead people since before she could walk, so Alice continued to glare at the creature on her bed. When the photograph in her hand burst into flames she gasped and dropped it in surprise before dropping to the ground and trying to extinguish the flames. One of her last remnants of her life with Brick. Gone. Because she was stubborn.
"Sit,"
Alice pushed herself to her feet and begrudgingly made her way over to the bed and sat down. She hung her head in submission, her hair creating a small curtain around her face. "Fine, what do you want?"
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Post by Mixston Roth on Dec 9, 2009 1:35:21 GMT -4
"Liar."
"Time will tell," Mixston smirked back at the psychic.
Mixston gave a satisfied smile as Alice made her way over to the bed and sat down. life was far more satisfying when people simply listeneed instead f putting upa fuss. Honestly when would they learn?
Reaching over and taking the chain from the table Mixston slipped it around Alice's throat pulling it tightly for a moment before clasping it and allowing it to rest around her neck.
"I would keep what you have left close," Mixston whispered gleefully in her ear before taking back his spot on the corner of the bed.
"Fine, what do you want?"
"I want a lot fo things...world chaos...mass murder...rivers of blood and Bon Jovi tickets...but currently what I want is for you to tell me all about what happened while you were under Azazels guard...and of course your word of service to the new cause which is rising as the days go on...you see Alice you are going to provide me with a great deal of leverage."
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Post by Alice on Dec 9, 2009 2:34:50 GMT -4
"Time will tell,"
Alice wanted so desperately to believe that he was bluffing, but it was too late to think of someway to call him on it. He had been right when he pointed out she hadn't seen him coming, so it was difficult to trust her abilities in this instance. She cringed as the being picked up her necklace and began to place it around her neck. His pulling it chokingly tight hadn't been all that much of a surprise, him being evil and all, but that didn't make it less frightening.
"I would keep what you have left close,"
Her hand reached up and gently touched the charm that now rested gently against her chest. She touched it for only a moment before dropping her hand back to her lap.
"I want a lot fo things...world chaos...mass murder...rivers of blood and Bon Jovi tickets...but currently what I want is for you to tell me all about what happened while you were under Azazels guard...and of course your word of service to the new cause which is rising as the days go on...you see Alice you are going to provide me with a great deal of leverage."
Ah. Hell's new cause. Alice could only assume he meant the endeavour to release Lucifer from his prison. Which wasn't really something she wanted to be a part of. Apparently she didn't have a choice in the matter.
"Sweet bugger all happened while I was with Azazel," Alice said. "I still don't even know why I was there. He kept me comfy, told me his plans, made use of my abilities... that's pretty much it." She sighed. "I don't see how that's helpful and I don't see what kind of leverage I can give you."
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 9, 2010 22:02:24 GMT -4
Mixston smirked knowingly as Alice's hand gently touched the charm which sat upon her neck. Her lvoe for the useless human was going to be of great use to him. Hell he could in time even track down the useless son of a bitch and gut him in front of the girl in order to get what he wanted.
"I still don't even know why I was there. He kept me comfy, told me his plans, made use of my abilities... that's pretty much it. I don't see how that's helpful and I don't see what kind of leverage I can give you."
A sly smile passed acrossed Mixston's face as Alice's words continued to fall from her lips. Pyschics were always useful even when they thought they weren't being helpful.
"What were his plans?" Mixston asked as he pulled himself to his feet and paced the room carefully his blackened eyes never leaving Alice as she sat upon the bed. He could bend her to his will; it would be an easy way to conduct business. Yes the business of the moment was hell fire and in no time at all business would be very very good.
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Post by Alice on May 15, 2010 7:47:50 GMT -4
"What were his plans?"
Alice looked up from her lap and watched the creature pace the room, it's black eyes focused on her. Not exactly a fun experience, and she kind of wanted to just shut her mouth and ignore him. But she knew that was not the way to get rid of him.
"You know, that whole special child crap," she said with another shrug. "With the babies and the blood and the battle royale deal... the winner being the one to lead the army of hell and play an integral role in releasing Lucifer."
And that was pretty much all she knew. She was sure that all that information was absolutely useless to whatever was in her home as he probably already knew it all.
"I don't know what specifically that role will be," she told him, just in case he thought she might. "I do know that things didn't exactly go to plan... I catch snippets of it every now and then... but beyond that I've got nothing."
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 29, 2010 17:48:59 GMT -4
"I don't know what specifically that role will be. I do know that things didn't exactly go to plan... I catch snippets of it every now and then... but beyond that I've got nothing."
Mixston glared at the girl as he paced slwoly around the motel room. How humans could dwell in these things for such a long amount of time was hardly practical. Hell was a much better living situation then these places.
"Well now that is hardly useful...shame really I would have hoped he would have died for better information," Mixston explained with a slight shrug to his shoulders.
Azazel was really no longer a concern there were bigger powers at work these days...ones who wouldn't be so easily distracted...that and there was a bloody prophet they needed to get their hands on. So many things to do at the end of time and so little time.
"What should we do with the rest of our time Alice? Since you have hardly given me anything useful to work with?" Mixston asked with a smirk. His eyes faded for a moment and a small growl forced its way from his lips; he was not about to fight with the bloody human boy now. There was too much to do over fighting over a meat suit; he was going to have to find soembody to get rid of the boy all together.
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