Meet up.

[WILLIAM KELLY]

There wasn't much going on near the Kodak Theater this morning, but that didn't bother William. He wasn't looking for a crowd.

In fact, William had been expecting to find this place empty for the day so that he could have a place to start recruiting. He needed teammates while his family was still in Houston, and that meant he needed a lot of people to come for him to check out in a short amount of time.

At least, that's what he expected would be the best way to do it. There really wasn't a great plan in drawing out time by going to random individuals on the street and asking "Hey, do you want to hunt demons and vampires with me?" No, that would leak a lot quicker than pulling ten or so people off the street and talking to them all at once. Or so he hoped.

Tires screeched as William skidded down the street toward the theater, and with a dexterous move that would make some of the stunt guys around town jealous, Spun his truck to parallel park perfectly behind someone's nice new PT Cruiser.

"Like a Glove-ah!" William laughed as he quoted a line from a movie that was being re-shown on his favorite channel recently. His mirth was interrupted by a vibration coming from his jacket pocket. Moving quickly, William flipped his phone open and answered.

"Yea-llo?... Oh, Hey Piper,.. Yeah I'm just looking for extra vamp fodder.... Of course I'm joking, I wouldn't just let them die like that, It wouldn't be fun for anyone that way.... Yeah, I can't wait to see Y'all soon, I know it's gonna be great.... Yeah, I love Y'all Too... I'll See ya later. Alright, Alright Bye." Jack hung up and smiled, shaking his head at his youngest sibling's need to check up on him.

"Now: To business." Jack sighed as he entered into the Theater.

[HECATE HELLFYR]

It was a Sunday, a non-Faire Sunday at that, and thus a slow day for Hecate's business. People didn't tend to get injured much on the Sabbath, which, given most religions' bloody history, the girl found rather ironic. So, like every Sunday, she had hung a "sorry, we're CLOSED" sign on her door, which had her hours in vinyl posted on it rather professionally. (The abovesaid sign was acessorized nicely by a little sad smiley face at the bottom and a painted-on message of Hecate's own: "For Emergencies, DIAL 911!") Having absolutely no desire to shop (she refused to allow herself to shop until next Friday, which was essentially payday for herself), no will to strut along the boardwalk, and no staying power enough to sit at home, she had decided to check the movie theater and see if any worthwhile pictures were playing. Horror would be nice. If they were still playing "Drag Me to Hell", she'd definitely go see that, if only so she could laugh her black-denim-clad ass off while everyone else in the movie theater stared at the crazy frizzy-curly-haired lady and occupied themselves with finding a seat three rows back from her. Other than that, she wasn't really quite sure what she wanted to see. She was a nineteen year old with no desire to sit at home but no desire to do much else. Being in a dark rom for two hours might instill some of abovesaid desire in her soul... or at least, shock her brain enough to get her to go home.

Hecate found a free parking space-which was an unusually easy task today-parked and dismounted her black Vespa, then brushed off her jacket. How the hell could she have managed to get it dirty so gotdamn fast? It wasn't as though there was that much road dust in L.A., was there? Not to her mind, at least. As she walked into the theater, Hecate brushed a stray curl behind her ear. Her hair was a dark caramel brown today, though it was liable to change tomorrow. Perhaps that was something to do, then. Neon colours were out of the question, although she did find herself partial to some nice subtle red highlights. Subtle. Yeah, damn straight subtle when your hair's brown. She brushed through the doors, saw that "Drag Me to Hell" was no longer playing, groaned dissapointedly, harassed the ticket boy for staring at her, and bought a ticket for some random feature, all in short order. "Popcorn. Popcorn sounds good," she murmured decisively, brushing past a young man who was putting away a cellphone. Meandering over to the concession area, Hecate could only find herself thinking about that lampshade that had spontaneously combusted this afternoon in her apartment.

Things seemed to be "blowing up" around her at an increased rate. More so since even her early adolescent years-and even then, in the early years of that small installment of eternal damnation on earth called "highschool", it was usually a time of high emotion or through some fault of her own. What, was she going through demon puberty now as well as human puberty? And wasn't she a bit old for anything involving that word? She'd have to ask Molochret... right after she got her popcorn. How long had she been standing at the front of the line? The pimpled atendee was giving her a dirty look. "What? Is that how you say 'may I help you'? Dirty looks?Yes, well, if it is-and even if it isn't-I'll have a small popcorn, please... hm, and could you please add some butter onto that?" she asked the sixteen year old working the stands. Artery-clogging though it might be, it was delicious. "Oh, and a medium Dr. Pepper, if you don't mind." Perhaps that wasn't such a good idea, ordering the drink, she thought as the adolescent sulked over to the popcorn machine to fill her order. She had better watch the boy to make sure he didn't spit in her carbonated beverage.