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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben Hawkins came inside, fleeing apparently from the chilly outside. He's finally gotten over the fact that's it's cold and begun to feel the cold as it should be for someone of his climes: Very Uncomfortable.

So he is indoors. Feel free to bother, he won't mind.

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[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

[OOP: You up for another round of Hilliways?]

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sure!]

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

bother bother bother

She stands, watching him solemnly.

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He sees her- he knows what's coming, by now, but for some reason he isn't overwhelmed by fear- not yet, at least.

"I know who you are."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"the mother of god," she answers sadly.

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"That ain't all." He moved to her side. "That ain't all to you."

"I think I know your name."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She steps back automatically, watching him with quiet anxiousness.

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"They say y'look like someone else. Maybe why y'both burried next t'each other." He paused, looking for a moment at the shifting crowd of the bar and then back at the girl.

Oh, god. She's just a girl. Practically a child. How could someone do that to a child?

"Your mama? Why'd she wanna hurt you?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"cheryl and alessa..."

She looks away. "a ritual... to bring God..."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"They don't know who God is." Ben said, scornfully. His views of gods and other's views don't exactly match up. He's part Christian, part Gnostic and mostly doesn't know.

"Alessa..." He paused, lost in thought perhaps. "That's a pretty name. My name's Ben Hawkins."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She nods. "i'm sorry..."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

He frowned a little confused. He was going to ask why, but then he hazarded a guess. "I'm goin' there again, ain't I?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"I can't stop it... God..."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"Who's doin' this to you?" An external agressor controlling her would certainly make sense. Or worse, the reacurring nightmares are simply a part of Alessa, as natural to her as Ben's blue blood is to him.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"God," she repeats.

She looks down. "the path to paradise will be opened when the world is cleansed..."

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben shook his head at the latter of her comments. "I can't believe that. Paradise ain't gonna come from killing."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She nods.

It happens again- the blur, the sirens (haas-online.net/rpgdefreak/SilentMilliways/SH%20Sirens%2002.mp3).

The world fades to red, then black (http://mark-of-samael.livejournal.com/1383.html?mode=reply).