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

[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zee wrapped her arm around Ivy's shoulders and tried to give her a little support as they got out to the Challenger and peeled away. The rest of the house was showing signs of the blaze and as they got to the corner and turned onto the main suburban thoroughfare Zee could already hear sirens. She was laughing as they headed for the freeway, already pulling out a pack of smokes and her zippo. "Okay, that was fun. You know, in a violent and painful way. How's the ankle? You need a doc, or can we just wrap it and give you some semilegal painkillers?" She was aiming vaguely toward her motel, she didn't think Ivy could drive on that ankle, not untill it was wrapped at least. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Gotta get that looked to. [/style]

[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] With Zee's help, Ivy managed to get to her side of the Challenger before they head off for the free way. And after hearing her new friend laugh, she couldn't help but laugh as well. Besides it was an interesting hunt. "You can say that again. Though it would have been better if, I didn't get this almost crushed to nothing."

[/b] She said, before hearing her mention having a doctor look at it. Shaking her head, making her blonde wave sway slightly.

"No doctor. I can just wrap it up when I get to the motel."[/b] Ivy told Zee, sneaking a cigarette out of the pack and snapping her fingers to light it. Taking in a drag, she rolled down her window and blew out the smoke. She figured that Zee would kill her if she didn't roll it down. Plus, she was in a good car so, it would be bad to stink it up. Blinking her eyes a few times, Ivy rubbed them to try and regain some of her vision back. But, she was still seeing purple spots. "Can you see okay? Because I can still see some purple dots in my friggin' eyes."[/b] She asked, since she was a little bit worried since Zee was driving them.
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LOCATION: St. Louis
MUSIC: Going Under by Evanescence
OUTFIT: Corset & Leather
NOTES: Doesn't want to be on the news..
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[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zee laughed and admitted, "Not really, no. But I wanted to be completely out of that neighborhood before the first fire truck showed up." She shrugged and blew a plume of smoke out the window. "My motel's not far from here. Convenient of 'em to set up shop in the same part of town as the fleabag I picked. Sticking to residential streets and secondary arteries made the trip to the motel a little slower than it could have been, but kept them away from both cops and traffic cameras and so was worth it. This was the downside of driving an eye-catching car; every once in a while Zee considered putting the Challenger up on blocks and getting herself a 2004 Camry or something, but she just couldn't make herself do it, no matter how anonymous it would be. She pulled up in the parking space outside the non-chain motel and cut the engine, reached into the backseat to grab her gear and Ivy's both. "C'mon. We'll get that ankle wrapped before it swells too badly, wait and see if there's a lot of cop activity before we get you back to your place." She gestured for Ivy to follow and led her into a perfectly ordinary fleabag motel room that just happened to have a devil's trap chalked onto the white ceiling above every window and door and a reloading machine standing among the pizza boxes and bags of Oreos on the pressboard table. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Home sweet home [/style]

[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 covered her eyes as she laughed again. "Aw fuck.. Let me know when we get to the motel.."

[/b] She moaned, sinking into her seat taking her hands down. She needed a good laugh to get through the pain. Even though she doesn't really mind it. Her ankle is only throbbing right now, which probably is a bad thing. Meaning that it's swelling.

Surprisingly, it didn't take long for them to get to the Motel. Zee got the stuff and came and helped Ivy out the car. "Thanks, I owe you big time for this."[/b] She said, with a grateful smile. They got into the room and everything was normal. Well, for a Hunter's motel room, it was. Devil's Traps and the salt on the windows were necessary and highly important. Other wise, there would be plenty of possessed Hunters around the country and would be a dying breed.

Sitting on the bed, she put her ankle up on the bed as well and started pulling up her pant leg to see a purple and black hand print on her ankle. It was starting to swell too, so luckily they got there in time.
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LOCATION: St. Louis
MUSIC: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
OUTFIT: too lazy
NOTES: Oooh, the pain....
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[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zee looked at the ankle and winced. "Shit. Get your pants off, otherwise you're gonna have to split 'em later. I'll get some Ace bandages." She moved over to the dresser and pulled out a bright orange nylon zip-top bag, the kind that paramedics carry. She may very well have stolen it out of an ambulance. Moving with a swift rough confidence that had nothing to do with formal medical training and everything to do with years of experience patching up herself and others, Zee wrapped Ivy's foot and ankle in a soft double-layer of cotton gauze, then a much firmer layer of elasticized bandage. She got Ivy to wiggle her toes, then slipped double-layers of tongue depressers on either side of the ankle and did another layer, give the ankle support when she had to walk again. Once that was done, Zee shrugged off her own ruined jacket and tied her hair up into a messy knot at the back of her neck, then peeled off her bustier without any particular shyness and turned to show Ivy the deep scratches across the small of her back, ugly and red and seeping among the dozens of other healed-over wounds and scars. "Can you clean that out for me?" It wasn't bleeding enough for stitches, but swabbing it out and maybe a few butterflies woudn't be a bad thing. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: En Route, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Good at patching herself up. [/style]

[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] Listening to what Zee said about taking off her pants, Ivy obeyed and took off her pants before she couldn't even get them from around her ankle. Tossing them to the side, the blonde was biting her lower lip trying to keep from whimpering in pain. The younger Hunter was patching up her ankle so, too keep her mind off of it, she kept her blue eyes closed. Trying to concentrate on something other then the throbbing of her ankle. Plus, it was easy to tell that it was swollen because of her lean legs. It kind of inflated. Feeling that it was done, Ivy looked down at her now patched up ankle with the full on toe separators. "I seriously owe you one, Zee."

[/b] She said, with yet another grateful smile. Getting her sitting better on the bed, she noticed the gashes in her friend's back and hissed in sympathy. "Deavas are a mother fucker, huh?"[/b] Ivy mused, before being asked to clean it. Taking a swab, she started cleaning the wounds gently knowing that they would be very sensitive right now.

Humming softly, she was trying to lessen the painful tension. Not that there was any. It was just, both of them were in pain in some way so, it would help lighten the mood. At least, to her, it would anyway.
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LOCATION: Meet me in St Louis
MUSIC: Crazy Possessive by K (can't remember last name)
OUTFIT: too lazy
NOTES: Painful yet fun memories
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[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] As she hunched forward to let Ivy clean her back, Zee smiled bitterly down at her own crossed legs. "They are at that. Once we get ourselves patched I've got bourbon and vicodin, your choice. Or mix them, if you're cautious about it." Paul had once saved a doctor in Knoxville's kids from a striga, it kept them in painkillers and antibiotics. Scowling to keep from whimpering or anything as Ivy swabbed out and then bandaged up the claw wounds, Zee said, "And you don't owe me, we were both chasing the same thing. Just made sense to work it together." She never had the hesitation about working with other hunters that so many seemed to. Maverick, iconoclast, and rebel that she was, Zee was also a social creature and she'd rather work with somebody than alone. Christ she missed Paul. Which, she realized a moment too late, she'd said aloud as she thought it. Shit. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: Zee's Motel Room, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans with a leather jacket over the top to hide all the armaments Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Whoops. [/style]

[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] "Aw hell, give me the drugs."

[/b] Ivy moaned, knowing it would work faster. That and she didn't feel like waking up with a hangover in the morning. She didn't want the pain from both her ankle and head to torture her. She was smart because she knows that the drugs will numb the pain but, not her mind so much. As long as she just takes one, she's fine. Finishing patching up Zee, she smiled weakly before hearing the black haired girl speak again.

Letting out a light laugh, Ivy shook her head. "I do. Whether you like it or not, I do owe you for this."[/b] She said, since Zee helped her with the job, getting out of the morgue and patching up her ankle. She owed her BIG TIME for that! Another throb of pain went through her ankle, she moved more on the bed making her hiss from the feeling.
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LOCATION: Motel in St. Louis
MUSIC: Remedy by Seether
OUTFIT: Too lazy..
NOTES: excuse the shortness
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[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Zee was searingly grateful that Ivy didn't pursue that thing she'd said about Paul, enough that it put a little extra warmth in her voice as she said, "Drugs coming right up." Standing up off the bed wasn't fun, but she managed it without whimpering or anything lame like that, and pulled out the shaving kit that held all her meds. She presented Ivy with a fat white oval pill and a bottle of apple juice. "Chew it, it'll kick in faster. Tastes like shit, but the juice will kill it." She had a matching pill, matching bottle of juice, and proceeded to grimace through chewing her own vicodin and washing it down with half the bottle of sweet stuff. "You want to stay here tonight? If you don't, no problem, but I'll have to drive you back to your car pretty quick before the pill conks me out." Vicodin always made her sleepy, it was why she usually preferred percoset when she could get it. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: Zee's Motel Room, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: My misspent youth comes in handy in the weirdest ways nowadays. [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Ivy took the pill and popped it into her mouth before starting to chew. Luckily, she was doing it without cringing from the taste, even though it tasted like bitter bitter sand. But, she swallowed about half of the apple juice in the bottle she was given to get rid of the fucked up flavor. "God, that's nasty! Thanks though."

[/b] Ivy said, watching Zee do the same and fought the urge to laugh. Not to be mean but, because even though she just went through it, it's a little funny to watch it happen to someone else.

"You want to stay here tonight? If you don't, no problem, but I'll have to drive you back to your car pretty quick before the pill conks me out." Smiling slightly, Ivy waved her hands in front of her. "I'll stay here for the night, I don't want you to kill us both if you pass out."[/b] She joked, feeling a little tipsy all ready as she got up for the bed. Just to hobble her way over to the couch in the room. "It's your room, so you should have the bed. I'll take the couch."[/b] Ivy told Zee, knowing the right thing to do. Even though she's worse off with the ankle, it was polite. Charlotte taught her manners as well as how to be a Hunter.

Funny how the two go together sometimes, huh? Sitting down, she hummed a nameless tune putting her ankle up on the cushion next to her to keep it up.
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Location: Motel in St. Louis
Outfit: Corset and Leather
Music: Addiction by Zakk Wyde
Notes: A Mannerful Hunter? Whoever heard of such a thing!

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[Zee Pritchard]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/28ily0n.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #928a7a; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] She made a disgusted pfft sound and pulled a hugely oversized t-shirt with the Jim Beam logo printed on it out of the dresser, pulling it on gingerly and getting out of her pants with a decidedly ungraceful wiggle. "Just get on the bed. I promise not to molest you if you promise not to molest me. We're both of us too banged up to be fucking around with modesty." Zee crawled on to her side of the bed and stretched out, already feeling the vike and the exhaustion of a long day. "Go to sleep, Burny-burny. Tomorrow you c'n buy me breakfast to even the accounts." Sounded fair to her. [style=padding: 0px 25px; font-size: smaller] Location: Zee's Motel Room, St. Louis MO Outfit: A bustier and jeans Music: Many Moons - Janelle Monae Notes: Sleepytime. [/style]