Sunday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks back to the church, since the sign said they might hold Mass tonight. Looking like it isn't going to happen, she heads back through town, window shopping, and trying to not think about Jack, Drusilla, or what a sad, pathetic victim she's become since she moved to this town.



((Anyone...please play with me!))

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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::sneaks up as best he can::

Boo. ::laugh::

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She shrieks with a start, then turns and sees Ash. Maybe this is how he treats his friends] Oh, hello, Williams.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::laughs again when she shrieks::

Williams? Oh, come on CJ, you can call me Ashley. I only let special people call me Ashley. And you sure are special. ::smirks::

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Looks at him incredulaously] Ok...Ashley...

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

So, what's a woman like you doing out and about alone on a night like this?

You never know if there are wolves or stalkers or murderers about...

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Just walking. Went to see if they had rescheduled Mass, but they didn't.

I'm not too worried about...[begins to feel uncomfortable]...are we still cool, Ash?

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Oh, we're cool. Cool as James Dean. Cool as Dean Martin...

You know, as cool as Dead People. ::laugh::

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue is also heading toward the church when she sees the teacher--Ms Cregg?--in town. "Hello," she offers tentatively.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Looks at her...the girl from the church...Shane's M...]

Hello there.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"I see you just about every week, I figure I ought to introduce myself." She offers a gloved hand, navy blue satin today, "I'm Rogue."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Rogue. [Not M?] Call me CJ. Nice gloves.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"It's nice to meet you CJ." She looks down at her gloves, blushing just the tiniest bit. "Um, thanks."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Walk with me? [begins to walk]

I actually missed you this morning with Mass cancelled, and I've never even talked to you. But you're part of my Sunday. I like the normalcy of Sundays.


((ooc: do you mind if we timeline this before Ash's visit?))

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders is out on an evening jog, trying to distract himself from the freakout of realizing how much stuff he'd stolen, when he encounters CJ.

"Hey," he says, coming to a halt and jogging in place.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Smiles] Hey! Anders, right?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That's me," he says, cheerfully. Maybe a little too cheerfully -- it seems forced. "Professor Cregg, right?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I haven't seen you since the library...that weekend. How have you been?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good. Mostly. Except for detention yesterday." He shudders. "I've gotta go next week, too, for talking in there."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Detention...what happened? Isn't it just a boring waste of a Saturday?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is outside a clothing shop, sucking on a lollipop and studying the clothes when she sees C.J.






_{[[no idea if you're still up, but if you are, here's Parker]]}

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hey Parker...how are you?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker looks up, and rolls her eyes before smiling around the lollipop she's sucking. "Bored, high-strung, detoxing. Thanks for asking. How are you, Professor Cregg?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Ooh, snarky, ok Miss Parker]

Recovering. You know, attempted murder and all.

[Eyes the lollipop] You quitting smoking?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker pops the candy out of her mouth, her eyes going round in surprise. "Yeah, um. The doctors say I have to. So, welcome to day 5 without cigarettes. Someone tried to kill you? When the he.. heck was this?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Sighs] Harkness. He broke my vase and came after me with the glass. Professor Drusilla made him homocidal. It's a big thing...I have to go talk to Bristow and Connor tomorrow about it.

He's all better now. I had to kick him in the ba...groin. Put him in the clinic for a day.

You know, when I quit, I sucked through a straw. By now you're stuck with the habit of the way you breathe, rather than the addiction to nicotine. Nicotine leaves your system pretty quickly. You should try it. Get a straw and hold it like a cig. Drag on it. It really works.

[Does the dance of the know-it-all]