Rest in....Yeah, No. [OPEN]

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Seriously, Zee, just how are you planning on explaining this?

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] The girl with the thick black hair and even thicker black eyeliner leaned on her hands, her upper body coming across the desk toward the pudgy man in the white smock. "C'mon, man, you never had a little fantasy?" Looking more than a little nervous, the morgue attendant shook his head. "Not like that, man. It's just a job, okay? I'm not into that kinky stuff." She leaned closer, the scents of her fruity soap and the strong peppermints she was always sucking on mingling with the haze of cigarette smell that hung around her. "But haven't you ever fantasized about anything else? I mean, everybody's got their thing, right? Those secret fantasies, the ones you never tell people but way down deep you're just dying to try it, even once..." She was giving him a fantastic view of her small, high breasts where they were being barely contained by the short red bustier she wore, something the guy was definitely noticing. He stammered a few times, the tips of his ears turning pink. "I...well, sure. I mean, everybody has, I mean, I guess that you can't help but wonder sometimes if..." he trailed off, flushing up the back of his neck. The girl leaned even nearer, her lips almost brushing his chin as she murmured, "How about you go take a break, grab a cup of coffee or something? Let me try out my little fantasy. And when you get back and I'm all warmed up, maybe you can tell me about that fantasy of yours?" Seeming to have a little bit of trouble standing up straight and had to adjust the front of his sagging scrubs pants, the attendant rose to his feet and gave the girl an eager, nervous smile. "I'll be back in ten minutes," he warned. "Don't...touch anything, okay?" She drew an X between her breasts with a fingertip. "Cross my heart and hope to die." A big, bright smile. The guy still looked nervous, but he took off, leaving her in the morgue waiting room alone. As soon as the door closed behind him she muttered, "Perv," and pushed into the morgue, heading straight for the drawers. Drawer J was her John Doe, found with his entire circulatory system pulled out through a small hole just below the xyphoid process. She slid the gurney out and pulled a pair of purple hairdresser's gloves out of a pocket, sticking a finger in and feeling around inside the wound. "Fucking daeva." She pulled her hand free and stripped the gloves, dumping them in a bin and slamming the drawer in, latching the door. The noise of it almost covered up the sound of the morgue door closing and she spun around, hand going around behind her to the small of the back holster that Paul always swore was a terrible draw but which felt natural and easy to her. Cursing silently and wondering how much whoever it was had heard and seen she snapped out, "What do you want?"

[Ivy Morte]

'I fucking hate hospitals.'[/i] Ivy cursed in her mind, as she walked down the stairs quietly to get to the morgue. But, on the way, she was stopped by a man who probably worked down in the Morgue. "Sorry, Miss but you're not supposed to be down here." He said, making her walk backwards. As if she was obeying him. But, when he received a sock to the jaw, it knocked him out sending him to the floor. "Sorry dude. Never was a good listener."[/b] Ivy stated, with a wise ass smile before continuing down the stairs. Just a little bit more faster, just incase anyone else had to be dealt with.

Biting her lip, Ivy was looking around trying to think of something when she got to the door. 'If that was the only guy, guess I wouldn't need my twenty two.'[/i] She was referring to the gun that she kept on her hip. It was easy to tote instead of a regular gun and people thought it was a lighter. Plus, less noticeable. So, the blonde opened the door and walked in, just to see a black haired girl there reaching behind her back. Which out of habit, made Ivy put her hand on hers. With the other hand out in defense, she took a deep breath. "Turns out that I'm not the only Hunter that heard about this."[/b] She said, taking her hand from her gun with a slight smile. But, it didn't reach her blue eyes.

Wearing

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Such suspicious girlies.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Zee stayed where she was, didn't pull her hand away from the butt of her Hi-Power but didn't draw it either. Yet. She watched the new arrival with her eyes narrowed, considering the implications of the scene. In the end, Zee was generally a little more willing to cooperate with other hunters than the norm, a lesson she'd learned not from Paul but from Bobby Singer. She'd ended up staying at Bobby's once or twice in the past few years when Paul was on a job she truly couldn't follow him to--once in a prison, once on an naval base, stuff like that--and she had a lot of affection for the old bastard. And while she was there, she'd had a chance to see just how many people called on him in a given week, how much support he offered around and how much he was a nexus point for far-flung hunters. It gave her a perspective that she'd found a lot of hunters didn't share. But because of that, she ended up nodding slowly. "S'a daeva. Or daevas. This one isn't the first, it's just the last one went out a ninth-floor window and the idiots didn't notice the whole 'his entire circulatory system is gone' thing until the funeral home tried to put him back together for an open-casket." Despite offering the information, she watched the other girl with her eyes intent and wary, waiting to see what the blonde would do with it. That would be the real answer she needed."

[Ivy Morte]

Ivy studied the ebony haired girl, seeing that she kept her hand behind her back. Obviously reaching for a gun. "Relax, I'm a good Hunter. I'm not the type to try and take over."[/b] She told the girl, remembering her last job. This asshole came waltzing in and started ordering her around and taking over the hold thing. It took all of her very being not to burn the bastard since she knew that Charlotte, up in Heaven, wouldn't like that.

"S'a daeva. Or daevas. This one isn't the first, it's just the last one went out a ninth-floor window and the idiots didn't notice the whole 'his entire circulatory system is gone' thing until the funeral home tried to put him back together for an open-casket." Whistling lowly, Ivy nodded towards the drawer. "Mind if I see?"[/b] She asked, grabbing some gloves from the little box on the desk. Before putting them on, she took a hair clip and put her waist long hair up in the messy bun. Just so it wouldn't get in her line of sight.

Whenever the girl moved, Ivy went to the drawer and opened it to see the sheet covered corpse. "Let's see the damage done to this handsome piece of man."[/b] Saying that with sarcasm literally dropping off every word, as she pulled back the white sheet. Just to see what the girl was talking about. "Dang. Seems like the Mortician has his work cut out for him."[/b] Ivy mused, studying the wounds and everything. Letting out a breath, she closed the drawer back and took off the gloves, tossing them in the trash. "I'm Ivy, by the way."[/b]

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Wary, but friendly underneath it.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] "Zee." It was all the name she had left, she had deliberately and brutally stripped herself of all other names. She did still have a single student ID with her real last name on it, just in case, but Mackenzie Pritchard was dead and more than dead and on the rare occasions when she gave a last name to other hunters she tended to use Kerrick, Paul's last name. It gave a misleading impression, but one she didn't mind fostering. He had been her father, in many of the ways that mattered. The rest...well, that was between the two of them, nobody else's business. She took a step back away from the corpse and the other hunter, both as a sort of courtesy to let the other girl make her examination and because it gave enough space between them that Zee felt okay letting go the butt of her gun. "You ever taken on daevas before?" Many, even most hunters would have made the question a challenge. Zee had a sort of knack to her that let it be just a question. She might not have been the only hunter out there who was actually a people-person, but it wasn't a profession that generally attracted extroverts. At any rate, she herself had fought a pack of daevas once, though that was as backup for Paul. She'd never tackled them alone, they weren't common enough for her to have run into them again since. But before she made a decision about whether to cut this girl in on what she'd figured out about a likely source she wanted to know both whether Ivy knew about the shadow-demons and a bit more about her personality.

[Ivy Morte]

Hearing the girl say her name, Ivy gave a small smile in greeting. "Nice to meet you."[/b] She said, blowing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. Then, hearing Zee ask her about Daeva, a faint laugh spilled through her dark red lips. "Once a few years ago. Vowed never to take them on again, it took me nearly a month to figure out how to kill the thing."[/b] Ivy confessed, since she was only starting out in Hunting a few years ago. She had taken over for her adopted in spirit Mother, Charlotte Crow. And even though the Raven tattoo on her arm wasn't a Crow, it still counted as a memorial to her.

And right as Ivy was about to open her mouth, she heard a noise from outside the room. Cursing mentally, she reached for her twenty two and quietly as well as quickly made her way to the door. Just in case it opened, to be behind it. Hearing the voice of another person, she remembered it to be the guy she knocked out. "Shit!"[/b][/i] She whispered to herself putting her gun back in her holster and taking her hair loose, as the door was opened when a idea formed in her mind. The guy walked into the room, holding his head. "I know I forgot your coffee but there's a crazy blonde broad running around and she knocked me out on the stairway. So, I was just coming down to warn you." He said, closing the door and turned to lock it. Just to see Ivy leaning against the door with a seductive smile.

"So, I'm crazy now huh? Sorry about knocking you out, sweetie. Didn't want to ruin the surprise."[/b] She said, stroking his bruise cheek before walking around him to stand by Zee. "Play along."[/b][/i] Ivy whispered to Zee, turning around with a smile. "While you were gone, my friend here called me and wanted me to join in on the fun. I hope you don't mind?"[/b] She lied through her pretty white teeth, as she batted her light blue eyes.

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › You know that part of the brain where people keep their social boundaries? Yeah, Zee's missing that bit.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] About to ask Ivy what method she'd used to take out the daevas, both out of curiosity and as the sort of final test on whether she was going to sugges cooperating on this job, suddenly the morgue attendant was back and Zee could have growled in frustration. Even as she was pasting a big bright smile on her face, she was somewhat considering just locking him into a corpse drawer until Ivy decided to go all Real Live Porno with it instead. Perfectly willing to follow that route, Zee slid around behind the taller girl so that she was peeking at the dude over the blonde's shoulder. She got an arm around Ivy's waist and splayed her hand out on the other girl's stomach, giving a sleepy-eyed nuzzle to the side of the older girl's neck. "You promised to tell me about your fantasies." She smiled at the pudgy pimpled dude in the sagging scrubs, one small pale finger trailing up across Ivy's stomach and toward the triangular gap at the top of her bondage vest, brushing across the shadowy dip between the top of her breasts once she got there. "Don't tell me you're going to pussy out now?" She arched her eyebrows at the guy even as she ran that fingertip back and forth across the terribly soft skin of the upper curve of Ivy's right breast.

[Ivy Morte]

Licking her black painted lips, Ivy kept her eyes on the nerdy attendant as Zee did her bit. Though it was making the blonde feel odd. Not in a bad way. The black haired girl was cute but, she was trying to stay professional about the whole thing. And when she heard her new partner speak to the guy, she laughed softly when he shook his head no that he wasn't going to back out. "Why don't you tell us. I'm very eager to hear them."[/b] Ivy said, wanting him to talk. Or at least get in the chair so, they could tie him up. Not to be weird or anything. Just to knock him out again and get out safely.

"Wow.. Uh.. I always wanted a three way with two girls. And when I was looking on the Internet the other day, I saw a video with girls that looked like you two. Of course, with that being said almost made the bile raise in Ivy's throat. But, forcing it back down, she just smiled looking at Zee over her shoulder before looking back at him. "But, they probably weren't as pretty as us, right?"[/b] She asked, reaching behind her to the black haired girl and rub her hands up and down her sides. And the guy once again, shook his head hard for no. Well, it was the closest to a compliement she's ever got from a nerd. She looks better then a Pornstar!

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Now I feel kind of sorry for the nerd.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Zee lipped briefly at the side of Ivy's neck and then peeked over her shoulder at the morgue attendant. "You got safes?" The guy blinked, looking a little bit hypnotized. "Whu?" Zee was tugging at the neckline of Ivy's blouse, exposing more and more breast a quarter-inch at a time. "You know," she tried not to sound exasperated. "Condoms." "Oh. I...uh, in my car." 'I bet they're expired,' Zee thought, but she tried to keep any exasperation out of her voice. "Well, you better go get them, huh?" "I--" he blinked twice and started to flush up a bit. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." He looked nervous. Like he was suspecting, quite rightly, that this was too good to be true." A low laugh as Zee played with one of the straps across Ivy's chest, her other hand sliding down over the smooth black fabric over Ivy's hip. "Why would I want to be anywhere but right here?" The guy swallowed hard, the erection visibly tenting the front of his scrubs. "I'll...be right back!" And then he almost ran out of the room. As soon as he was through the door Zee let go of Ivy, reaching over to grab the jacket she'd shed earlier and swinging it up around her shoulders. "Let's go." The elevators were just around the corner, they could get up and out to the visitor parking in under a minute if luck stayed with them.

[Ivy Morte]

Ivy let Zee do all the talking to the nerd whose tent in his pant was starting to get bigger, the more that the two touched each other. Then, when he was mumbling about the condoms, the blonde tried her best not to bust out laughing. He didn't know the different words for them but, when he said that he had some in his car, that was too much. 'Like he's gonna get lucky..' Ivy thought to herself, with a tiny sultry smirk as the guy inched towards the door. Telling them not to leave.

But, when the door closed, Zee let go of her and grabbed her jacket. "Let's go." Despite her heart dropping slightly, Ivy nodded. "Right behind ya."[/b] She agreed, heading towards the door and opening it to poke her head out to see if the nerd was up the stairs. And when she heard the door up above close, she nodded towards the elevator nearby and pressed the up button. "C'mon before the horny as hell, fugly nerd comes back."[/b] Ivy muttered to herself, not realizing that she had said it loud enough for her new partner to hear her.

The elevator doors opened and she jumped right in, waiting for Zee to get in so they could go up to the visitors parking garage. Biting her tongue lightly, she was praying that the nerd wasn't parked in that garage. Other wise they were screwed... Seriously. Or Ivy was going to put her gun to good use, by blowing that guy's pecker to hell in a hand basket.

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Can you say, 'Take me now' in Klingon?

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] "I feel almost sorry for him," Zee admitted as the elevator doors closed. "Almost. Not enough to actually touch him, of course." She got her jacket zipple dup around herself and checked that her weaponry was secure before turning and looking Ivy over with blatant appraisal. "I know a spell to find the altar," she said as they approached the ground floor. "Just got to get to holy ground for it. Once I find the altar I can burn it out, blowtorch oughta work." The invitation was silent, all implication and the tilt of her eyebrows as she looked at Ivy. When the doors opened on the main lobby Zee checked around for the morgue attendant and said, "My car's just out front here. Unless you want to head back and be the answer to a young dork's prayer? I bet he's got a Slave Leia costume for you to wear and everything." She couldn't help the smirk, Zee actually found geekiness sort of appealing but that guy had taken it way, way too far.

[Ivy Morte]

Looking at Zee like she was nuts, when she said that she felt sorry for the nerd. Making a noise of disgust, Ivy shook her head. "I don't. He reminds me of one of the horny pre teen boys from the Orphanage, I grew up in."[/b] She mused, remembering that when she was thirteen, she started getting breasts and they were up to a C already at that age. And all the little boys won't leave her alone! Especially, the nerdy ones. Anyway, as they were going down to the garage, the ebony haired girl was saying that she knew a spell that could track the alter. And that she had a blow torch.

"Actually, I got the blowtorch covered.."[/b] Ivy told Zee, not going into detail that she was one of Yellow Eye's special powered children. "My car's just out front here. Unless you want to head back and be the answer to a young dork's prayer? I bet he's got a Slave Leia costume for you to wear and everything." And with a shudder, she just smiled. "I don't feel like being touched by Jubba the Hut so, I'll just stick with you. Besides being a Slave, was never really my thing."[/b] She explained, with a quirky smile. Looking around the car, she turned to Zee. "Poor guy is gonna have pity sex with someone and it's not going to be me, I can promise you that."[/b]

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › Morgue : Mercy General : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Down to business.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Zee didn't comment on the tossed-off reference to the orphanage. She never chased people's pasts, never asked about them and even tried to change the subject away when other people wanted to confide. As far as Zee was concerned her entire life began four years ago, in the passenger's seat of Paul's car. Nothing before that was allowed to be relevant. Of course, the sheer fact that she spent so much time and energy avoiding ever having to talk about it was blatant proof of just how much she hadn't left it behind, but Zee wasn't nearly self-aware enough to see that. Instead she concentrated on geek in the morgue. A heartless shrug and, "Place is full of corpses. Dead bodies are notoriously slutty, they'll put out for anybody." She led the way to her Challenger and popped the trunk, pulling up the false bottom on the trunk to get into her arsenal. She pulled out a pump-action shotgun and two boxes of shells that had white duct tape wrapped in a fat band around the box. The letters FB were written in black marker on the white bands, there was an entire flat of shotgun shell boxes with different colors of tape, different letters on the top. As she started loading the piece of crap Pardner (the flashbang rounds would ruin the barrel, she'd end up tossing this gun at the end of the night so why ruin a good gun) she asked Ivy, "You got what you need?"

[Ivy Morte]

[cs=2][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background: #050408 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/dhbkuv.jpg) no-repeat center bottom; outline: 1px solid #b89f79, bTable][atrb=style, height: 50px; padding: 0px;]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] Ivy just mentioned the orphanage part, mostly because the poor nerd truly did remind her of one of the boys. So, she wasn't hurt in anyway when Zee didn't say anything about that. "Place is full of corpses. Dead bodies are notoriously slutty, they'll put out for anybody." Letting out a laugh, she nodded. "Very very true. Especially, if they some how get possessed by a Succubus. Those things are just nasty."

[/b] Ivy mused, shuddering slightly just to prove her point.

They got to the garage and were walking to Zee's car, when Ivy noticed that her truck was just across from hers. "Let me grab some things out of my truck."[/b] She said, running over there and opening the back to grab her duffel bag with her big guns in there, that were all ready locked and loaded. Even reached all the way into the back and came out with her sawed off shotgun. Out of boredom, when she first got it, she doodled on the handle and put red and black flames on it. Just to give it some personal flare.

After making sure it was loaded and that she had some extra shells in her bag, Ivy headed back across to Zee's Challenger. "You got what you need?" With a smirk, she nodded. "Yep. Let's light up some Daevas."[/b] She said, walking over to the passenger's side door to get in.

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LOCATION: Morgue at Mercy Hospital in St. Louis, MO
MUSIC: Rest In Peace by Jim Johnson
OUTFIT: Corset and leather.
NOTES: Talk about Lucky, huh? And I don't mean the Nerd that's going to commit Necrophila..
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[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=style, padding: 0px 10px 300px 10px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] Location › On the Road : St. Louis, MO Outfit › A bustier and black jeans, with many bracelets Music › Mac and Cheese - Mary Prankster Notes › Sorry, crappy post. Little braindead tonight.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid mediumslateblue; background: #363530 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/zee02back.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 150px 40px; color: darkgray; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black;] As they got moving, Zee pulled a Tomtom out of the glove box (she refused to deface the Challenger's dash by permanently installing a GPS screen, and had even carefully preserved the original radio when she pulled it to put in a retro-styled version that had a concealed iPod jack) and handed it over to Ivy. "Find a Catholic church? Anglican in a pinch, but Catholic's better. I need holy ground for this." She was good at hedge magics. Hex bags, protective sigils, any of those small spells that anyone could do if they had the right words to say and design to draw. She'd never tried real magic, the demonic aspect of it put that completely out of the question. But it had been the first thing she got good at about hunting, long before she was anything like decent with a gun or could spot a pattern from the newspapers, Zee had been doing all of her and Paul's hex bags and location spells. It was a skill she was notably proud of.