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9 February 1999
Tuesday, 6:25 PM, Early Evening

It's a comfortably cool night. There's a light breeze. The temperatures are ranging between 13 and 15.5°C | 58 and 60°F.

 



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 Streets of Sunnydale, Outside
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Posted: May 12 2007, 04:23 PM


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{Venture along the quaint streets of Sunnydale by either car or foot.}
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Rupert Giles
Posted: May 13 2007, 04:16 AM


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Giles speeds down the streets of Sunnydale, watching out for anyone that may run out into the road. In his mind, he rants about the inherent ability of all teenagers to ignore any and all important phone calls, while be utterly invested in the most trivial of matters. Giles makes some of the familiar turns which lead him towards the suburbs. He’s certain that the information he found on the mask is accurate, it’s been checked twice, cross-referenced in about a half-dozen books. Giles drives as fast as his little old car can go, and probably more than it really should, especially if he wants the old banger to make it past tonight. This could have all been avoided if a certain adolescent would pick up the telephone once in a while. And once again, his mind returns to his rant about adolescents and their obvious shortcomings.
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Dante Blackwell
Posted: May 19 2007, 12:26 PM


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The mysterious figure moves down the sidewalks of the residential area, pacing itself at a gentle run as it transitions to the quaint streets of Sunnydale. Even without its hiding in the shadows, the green hood covering the figure's face hides all of its facial features - save the jutting cheekbones.

The Nemesis looks like something fit to be in a comic book, much less darting down the streets of sleepy Sunnydale. It makes its way down the single Main Street of this small town - careful to avoid any late night residents out for a stroll. The trip towards the cemetary grounds in largely uneventful - save for a single close encounter with a maniacal driver.

The figure is darting across the street when a car barrells around the corner. Its headlights glint off the strange yellow-green eyes underneath the figure's hood. It momentarily freezes in its tracks, and only a last-minute duck and roll saves the male figure from getting completely smoked.

The figure pulls himself up and scampers across the rest - running at top speed all the way to the sidewalks of the Circuit of Sunnydale Cemetaries.
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The Powers That Be
Posted: May 20 2007, 01:17 PM


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{The potent magic of the Zombie Mask flows from the Summers' Residence and infects the corpses in nearest proximity; plucking the perished from the ashes. All reanimated corpses will regain neither their human souls nor rationalizing abilities nor memories. They will merely be vicious shells of the earnest beings that had once populated Sunnydale. A devastating bloodlust will suffuse through their beings, urging them to devour human flesh. Most importantly, all Zombies will wander to the Summers' Residence to claim ownership of a certain mask...}
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Zombies
Posted: May 20 2007, 02:08 PM


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Dead Diana

It happens between the heartbeat of two seconds. Giles' car swerves into a dark intersection and his headlights briefly illuminate the frame of Diana, no older than Buffy Summers' age. Diana wears a knowing smile across her cracked lips. She knows. She knows that she's a portrait of absolute beauty; pure Prom Queen material. Ash blonde locks frame a hard jawline and haunting eyes.

Furthermore she knows that the knife jutting out of her back is obscured from the man behind the wheel. An outing with an aggressive boyfriend had ended with the bittersweet taste of death; college men had pooled around her writhing body and taken turns, teaching her the true pain of helplessness. And the rest was darkness. Her smile twitches ever so slightly.

She's dead before the hunk of cold tin rams into her body.

*WHAM!*


A blur of white and ash blonde launches off of the street and onto the sidewalk, bones snapping with a sickening crack.
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Rupert Giles
Posted: Jun 9 2007, 09:10 AM


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Giles catches sight of the blonde girl walking out into the road and slams on his breaks but the car still crashes into the girl and the next thing he knows, the girl is lying on the sidewalk, looking rather dead. Giles’ car stops a few yards down the road and he climbs out of the driver’s side door and runs the short distance to the body of Diana, he puts his fingers to her wrist where the pulse should be felt, down the same line as the thumb, about an inch away from the bend in the wrist. He holds his fingers there, checking for a pulse. Nothing. The girl is dead, and as far as he can tell, for the moment, he killed her. He tries to roll her onto her back but finds that he can’t, there’s something physically stopping her from lying on her back. He reaches under the girl to find what it is. A knife. He pulls it out of the cold dead body. His thoughts are clear for just a second.

She shouldn’t be this cold for someone who I... who died less than a minute ago.

Rupert gets up and runs back to his car to pick up his mobile phone and alert the ‘proper authorities’, namely the ambulance service. The girl had been stabbed in the back and left to die. He sits down in his driver’s seat and begins to rummage around in the glove-compartment for the old black mobile phone he purchased for an extortionate price last year.
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Zombies
Posted: Jun 9 2007, 10:29 AM


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Dear Diana

She had had a prior engagement before being ran over.

Nonetheless, Diana's desire to stalk towards the Summers' Residence and claim the "crown of promise" are compromised by the discovery of a lone male. Her curiosity is piqued. Unbeknownst to him, her smile quirks the slightest bit. Diana can recall neither being violated nor slaughtered, the musings of the opposite sex are just that -- musings. She'd like to see his eyes. She'd like to touch his skin. She'd like to bar her teeth and tear right into his drumming pulse.

The primal desires of adolescent girls...

She gathers her bearings, remaining perfectly still as he surveys her body and after a moment, sprints off to his car. It isn't until his eyes are removed from her that an eerie moan of yearning erupts from her throat. "Euuuuuuuuugh..." Diana rises from the ground and gives her a neck a good pop, setting it back into place.

Dead Judith

*knock, knock*

There's a gentle rapping on the window of Giles' car. Shortly after, Judith, a lovely woman once older and more fortunate in life than Diana, cranes her neck and flashes a tight smile of rotted teeth at the man behind the wheel. Her brunette hair is strapped back into a bun and the maggots swarming through her decayed skin are strikingly visible; she is clearly dead.

With no remorse, she draws back a fist and brings it through the barrier of glass.

*SHEESH!*

The scent of Rupert Giles suffuses the air and kicks her bloodlust up by a couple of notches. She thrusts her torso through the shattered window and makes a grab for Giles' head. "Augh..." Acidic breath flares against Giles' neck.
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Rupert Giles
Posted: Jun 9 2007, 10:42 AM


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Giles hears the two knocks on his window, and looks up from digging out the house-brick of a mobile phone of his. He turns to see who knocked on his window and he jumps back, letting out a yell as he sees the decayed features of a zombie smiling - yes, we’ll use smiling – at him. And then something he doesn’t expect, a fist coming through the window, he raises his arms to shield his eyes, not that he really needs it that much with his large round glasses, but it’s a completely natural reaction in such a situation. He risks a glance into the wing-mirror and sees the girl he obviously didn’t kill picking herself up.

Damn, it’s already started happening. Teenagers, if they are the future, the world is definitely doomed, he thinks to himself as he puts his foot down on the pedal, driving away as fast as he can, in an attempt to leave those wonderful, flesh eating zombies behind him. For a second, he’s reminded of his university days, just for a second. All he needs is some Pink Floyd on the radio and it would be like university all over again.

Giles, forcing his little old car to move as fast as it can, turns rather recklessly onto Revello Drive, home to Buffy Summers, the one girl in Sunnydale who may actually be able to keep a lid on these damnable creatures. And with similar abandon, he turns into the driveway of the Summers’ House.
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Zombies
Posted: Jun 30 2007, 12:00 PM


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One, two, three dozen... the swell of undead corpses thickens on the streets. Arms stretched outward, the reawakened Sunnydalians trudge toward the beckoning of a silent trumpet; the "zombie song" caressses their ears. This glorius sound suffuses the shell of their dead bodies with purpose.

Both "Diana" and "Judith" rejoin the ranks of their brethen, stepping in line with the horde. The Zombies ooze into the residential area.
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Zombies
Posted: Jul 29 2007, 02:49 PM


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The slaughter has already begun. The sweet tang of blood draws them nearer to their destination; the Summers' Residence. Following behind the steps of the first Zombie wave, the horde of undead creatures covers an impressive amount of ground and carries on to the residential area.
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Dante Blackwell
Posted: Jul 31 2007, 03:49 PM


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Dante begins to run faster now. Ice-cream shops and floral boutiques and grocery stores pass him by - all completely ignored by the increasingly frantic avenger. With each block his worry mounts. (Where are they??) The zombies trail extended through town, but Dante was growing increasingly anxious as there was no real sign of the undead creatures yet. What was so important that it had drawn them all the way through town without stopping to maim anything?

The growing pit in his stomach twists in a sharp knot as Dante approaches the residential area.
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Cordelia Chase
Posted: Jun 11 2008, 03:40 PM


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Cordelia's dark-colored Mercedes convertible zooms through the streets of Sunnydale with the top down. Both of the driver's hands lay within the upper half of the steering wheel as she navigates the familiar streets. To her right, in the passenger seat, sits social reject-turned-social reject with a hot girlfriend, Xander Harris - her escort to this evening's festivities. In the back is her current pet project, Willow Rosenberg, who is sporting another fabulous creation a la Cordy's closet.

"Shit..." The traffic light up ahead turns a little faster than Cordy had anticipated and she's forced to hit the brakes. The car comes to a stop with a slight jolt that causes the contents of her trunk to slide forward with force enough to make an audible sound. This raises an alarm since as far as Cordy is aware her trunk should be as empty as Harmony's head. She glances back as though she may suddenly develop a knack for seeing through walls. "What was that?"

Cordelia notices in her peripheral vision that the light has changed once again so she moves forward, but immediately pulls over to the side once through the intersection. Throwing the vehicle into park, she reaches down beside her seat and pulls the lever that opens the trunk before turning to Xander expectantly. "Well... go check it out."
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Xander Harris
Posted: Jun 21 2008, 09:06 PM


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"Shit..."

Brow furrowed in concern, Xander glances in Cordelia's direction. She's been frazzled all night. At the assembly, he'd tried to ask if she was alright; the consistent pissing matches between she and her spiteful friends must've hurt. Naturally, she'd responded with a dismissive flourish of her hand and a cool retort. (Classic.) He should've known that Cordelia Chase doesn't sulk. She goes to battle. Both his lips curl in satisfaction. (Makes her ten times hotter.) Nevertheless, Xander's worried that she'll get herself in serious trouble. Vampires he's learned to handle. Acid-tongued seventeen-year old girls out for blood -- different story.

Once Cordelia slams her foot on the brakes, he's so relieved that the -- *Thud!* -- muffled sound goes unnoticed. It's time for an intervention.

"What was that?"

"That was a stop light." Xander's grin turns sheepish. "Hey, while were on the topic of restraint--" Before he can broach the topic of Cordelia's vengeful spirit, she snaps out an order. "Well... go check it out." He blinks, incredulous. (It was so much easier when we hated each other.) Shaking his head, he slides out of his girlfriend's devilish convertible and cuts a stride to her trunk.

Grimacing, Xander cranes his neck and risks a glance inside of the trunk. It takes a moment for his brain, his eyes, to process what he sees. What he smells. Fright cuts through his bones; freezing him solid. All of Aphrodisa Jones' eviscerated parts are twisted inside of a plastic bag. She'd always taken extreme pleasure in making him feel inferior; downsizing his masculinity. If making his life feel bogus were a class, she would've proudly sat in the front row. However, he never would've wished this on her. Deep sympathy swells in his heart. (I'll never see her in math class again.) Horrified, he tears his eyes from the mutilated cheerleader and draws a hand to his mouth.

"Oh god..."
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Willow Rosenberg
Posted: Jul 11 2008, 03:46 PM


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"Oh god...”

Willow, sitting in the back passenger seat, turns around at the sound of Xander’s mumbled cry out to a higher power. Unable to see her friend’s facial expression due to his frame being blocked by the trunk door, Willow unhooks her seatbelt and turns forward to face Cordelia.

“I don’t think he’s shocked because he discovered what you bought him for his next birthday...” The fear etched on Willow Rosenberg’s face is evident, and slowly she opens the side door to the corvette. Climbing out of the expensive vehicle, Willow rounds the car to join Xander. What she becomes witness to shocks her, and growing pale she immediately covers her mouth in disgust.

What did this?” There is no way she could ask ‘who did this’, because in Willow’s eyes only a true monster could do such a thing to another human being. Unfortunately, living in Sunnydale, they are not short any monsters.
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Cordelia Chase
Posted: Jul 17 2008, 08:30 AM


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There is fear in Cordy's features as well, though she tries her best to keep them under control. She isn't sure if she even wants to know what Xander has discovered let alone bear witness to it. Hesitating, Cordy slowly removes the seatbelt with a soft *click*. The nylon passes through her hand as the belt returns to its original position.

Taking a breath, the former socialite reaches out and opens her door, stepping out of the car and onto the pavement. Willow's unpleasant question is heard immediately, and all Cordelia can think is (I don't want to know. I don't want to know.) Circling to the trunk where the other two are now standing, her eyes are drawn to the opening in her car unable to look away until she verifies the contents of her trunk. As the ghastly scene comes into view, Cordy immediately has a gag reflex and turns away, unable to stomach the sight, and completely unaware that it is the body - or pieces of - her former friend.

"We need Buffy." The reaction is rather instant. When things go supernatural in this town, you call the Slayer. She turns slightly so that only Xander and Willow are within her line sight, leaving the pieces of a former human being in the dark. "Isn't it like her job or something to stop stuff like this from happening?"
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