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Whenever Yvonne was alone in a room with Jillian, she always thought she could snap my neck right now before the protocols even had a chance to kick in. It wasn't a comforting thought, but there it always lingered. Standing close enough to the murderous demon to hear her breathing, Yvonne reminded herself that people deserved second chances - that that she actually believed that in most cases in this hospital.

Sometimes Yvonne thought about Cinders and the hospital around her went deeply Silent Hill and she had to pause wherever she was and take a few deep breaths to calm down. She couldn't work in the hospital and harbour her vengeful thoughts about killing Cinders, and so she had to choose. She chose work. And so Yvonne closed her eyes and when she opened them again, the hospital was light and alive.

( So when you gonna learn? When will you tend to these burns? )

Jillian was well aware (at least underneath it all) that she was doing the wrong thing. She thought as long as it was only a little, only sometimes, only bad people, that it wouldn’t matter. She’d been doing it slowly since those bastards had broken into the clinic with their god damn guns and she’d sucked their souls to protect everyone.

And the next day while walking she’d pulled the souls from those around her. Not much. ( Just a little. )

Current Mood: predatory

Current Mood: predatory

At Antila's Youch Counsilling Center, Stephie was plugged into her own little world of Jack Off Jill and out-of-date waiting room magazines dicussing Brad and Jen and Angelina and runaway Princesses and- hey, that was Avery's mother, refusing to talk about her divorce and wearing some really nice shoes. A few more inches on the heels and in black and Stephie could see herself wearing those.

Idiotic fluff was better than thinking about the fact you had to go into a room and share personal bits of your life with a stranger in a few minutes. Although this week Stephie was more concerned about everyone else around her going crazy than she was about herself. She sighed and looked up at the clock behind the reception desk. Her bus had been early so she still had ten minutes to wait. Underneath the clock one of the receptionists was arguing with someone, which was more interesting than her magazine (which Olsen twin has the best fashion sence? Ashley of course!) especially since the guy was starting to look really aggrivated, and he was arguing loudly enough that Stephie could hear him over her earphones.

Ditching the magazine, she pulled out her earphones to find out what was going on. It was then that the guy turned around and pulled out a gun.

( BANG )

The phone call had come through to Jillian while she was just finishing up at the clinic. By this point of the day the last thing she was expecting was a call from an angel in Vienna telling her about a bloody dream he'd had. Rolf certinally was a strange father figure for a girl to have.

She listened to him tell her about it, cradling the phone between her chin and shoulder as she put the last of her paperwork away. The point he finally got to was that there was a man- he used to be a priest- who was in or had been in enormous danger from a young demon. That was as much as Jillian needed to hear before asking for this man's address.

Less than half an hour later she was knocking on the door of one Peter Kemp.

( more )

Jillian had finished with her last appointment for the night and sat in the window of her office, watching the London skyline. One of the best parts about Antila's Youth Councilling Centre being on the second storey of a building was the view. It gave her some sense of height and freedom. The traffic below purred and Jillian took a deep breath, steadying herself out from the day’s work. Sometimes it was hard, she had to admit. Listening everyday to people’s problems, some of them so horrible. She sat day after day and listened to children tell her about terrible things that were happening to them. Much of the time Jilly could do nothing to step in and help. (Sometimes it was better when the crimes were so clear. At least then she could make the law step in and do its damn job.)

( She moved to grab her coat from the back of the door, her bracelet bells jingling softly )

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