ooc: Takes place after this conversation and was co-written with badass_charger and is going to be an ongoing storyline that will affect far more than just Pippa. The bulk of it will play out in this journal but may likely be referenced by some of my other muses as well as fey_fire and his family members. WARNING: At times this story will be graphic and grisly. John Larch is a serial killer and he means business. This is not going to be a nice story, feel free to skip over these posts. All of them will be cut for content.I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes
(Garbage – ‘Why Do You Love Me?’)
Monday night, late and she was tired. Last Call had the usual end of summer crowd as local college kids sought out one more hurrah before getting back to the grind of studying and the routine of a new semester. Pippa had been kept busy right through to closing with orders, placating customers and dealing with a minor snafu with the band. She loved the work, enjoyed the usually great music but there were times when the act booked happened to be people she didn’t care for off the stage. Small-time divas were exhausting.
It was with that thought the redhead pulled the heavy doors to the establishment closed, put the key into the lock and turned until she heard the tumblers click. Oh, finally…now to go home.
Her car was parked at just a few feet from where she stood as she considered home. Her dog. A hot shower. Call Ro. Bed. What she didn’t consider was the man leaning against the hood of the Volkswagen Beetle. Pippa didn’t notice the dark haired, bright-eyed man until she reached out a hand to open the passenger side door, put her purse inside. ( Read more... )