wanna get a reaction___[pierce]

[ILEANA TOROK]

COLD HARD BITCH
just a kiss on the lips
and i was on my knees
i'm waiting, give me

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Ah, Los Angeles. It was the perfect place for a demon – the city was so filled with greed, envy, and lust that there was barely any work for a demon to do. But that wasn’t why Ileana had come to the ironically named City of Angels; she had come to visit her old lover, her little ghost. Of course, if he knew she was visiting him, he would probably attempt to kill her. Not like he could since she would only be sent back to Hell, but it would annoying, nonetheless. It was always such a hassle to recuperate, reassemble a body, and get back out of Hell… Not to mention Lucifer didn’t like it when they failed, or what he considered failing.

So, to avoid getting her head ripped off, Ileana was attempting to approach her ex-lover in a more subtle manner. And she knew just the way to do that.

An old co-worker was in town; she could sense his energy. They had worked well together in the past, although neither had been fond of the other. He was cute enough, sure, but his attitude. Incredibly obnoxious, to be sure, and he didn’t take orders well. But nonetheless, when they had gotten past their egos (which had not been easy - demons have huge egos, especially Ileana), they had managed to completely corrupt numerous villages in Russia during the eighteenth century. After a couple decades, they had gone their own way, partially because they had different orders, partially because they couldn’t stand the sight of each other. It had gotten to the point where it was either separate or see who won the inevitable fight. She had contemplated seducing him a few times but realized she simply couldn’t lower herself to such extremes, just to stop a fight. He was just… intolerable!

So why was she trying to get in touch with him? Her underworld contacts had told her that he was now working for Silas Metzger, and if she played her cards right, he could be her ticket into talking to the vampire master. From what she had heard, he wasn’t in the inner circle, but that didn’t matter much. Silas wouldn’t keep too many in his inner-circle, only those he felt he could trust… Or trust as much as Silas knew how to trust.

Ileana wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to come into contact again with Silas after such a long period of time. When she had known him, he hadn’t had a name, and when the name had first started appearing, she hadn’t connected it with the man she had known when she was alive. But then she had seen his picture… She had been sure by now he would have died; some vampire hunter would have gotten a hold of him, and his ashes would be scattered somewhere in Europe. But her little ghost had surprised her, yet again. And maybe… Well, maybe it was time to put his ego in check. It had to be incredibly annoying to be around him now, since he was some sort of vampire master now, controlling far too much land. He needed to be reminded of his past, and she could be the perfect torment for him. It would be fun, rattling him again.

But, to do that, she needed Pierce. At least, at the moment. She had sent one of the lesser demons to send a message to him, that she wanted to see him. No reason, of course, but maybe he would think it was to reminisce about old times. No, he wouldn’t; Ileana had never considered Pierce stupid. Perhaps he wouldn’t even come… She’d hunt him down, then, but this way was just so much more convenient.

Of course, though, since she had been in Los Angeles for only a few days, the female demon had yet to take up a permanent residence. She wasn’t even sure if she planned to or not… The Bonaventure Hotel was a perfectly acceptable place to reside, and if she had to suddenly get up and leave, it was much easier to take care of than a house or an apartment. So, she was currently staying in room 3215 (she had insisted on a floor near the top) for an undisclosed period of time. Besides, it wasn’t as if she had to worry about funds; the kind of work she dealt in was far from reputable.

Now, though, all she could do was sit and wait for her guest. Glancing in the full-length mirror in her expansive bathroom, Ileana carefully straightened out any imaginary wrinkles on her full-length, white dress and fluffed her long blonde hair carefully before heading out into the living room area of her suite and sitting on the tastefully white couch. “Hmph,” she murmured, displeased that she hadn’t grabbed something to entertain herself with before sitting down. With a lazy flick of her wrist, the remote came soaring over to her from its place next to the flat screen television. Television was absolutely abhorrent nowadays, but at least it was distracting.

word count: 848
status: completed
tag: pierce!
ooc: mkay, so i went a little over the top here. sorry! <3 and if there are any typos, forgive me. i was too exhausted to edit this after writing it.

[PIERCE CROWLEY]

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The Dreamer and the Wine:

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POET WITHOUT A RHYME
One last perfect verse
is still the same old song[/font][/size]
OHCHRISTHOWIHATEWHATIHAVEBECOME!

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Really. It was ridiculous, almost, what with this running about. "Do this, do that. Vandalize something here. Corrupt a politician there"-not that this particular politician had needed any help. But really, some of Baphomet's requests had lately been getting more and more chaotic-no. Not chaotic. Odd and demanding: "Burn down that shop, start that virus, bite that baby." And here came one of the lower "scouts", with a most unusual and slight unwelcome message. Apparently, Ileana Torok had a desire to see him. And Pierce Crowley, throughout the years, had learned the hard way, what the "Lady Torok" wanted, the "Lady Torok" got... one way or the other. With Ileana (called the "Lady Torok" only by Pierce, and only to mock her for her lofty status in life while she had lived it and her rather annoying position on her high horse), there was a horrible way and a way that, while not exactly always "nice", was less horrible in comparison with the other way. Pierce took the messenger, who had horrible breath and worse language, to be the not-so-horrible way, and had gotten into his denim jacket, black t-shirt, and jeans, then sauntered down to Los Angeles's Bonaventure Hotel.

He chose walking, a rather abnormal method of transportation, seeing as the smog and the proficient amount of plastic-surgery-altered faces would probably kill you before you got a good six feet from your front door. However, Pierce being Pierce, he wanted to plan out what he'd say to his former colleague before he met her. Obviously his more, ahem, malevolent incarnation would be used in his interaction with her. She often had mocked him for the half of his personality that often bordered on the sympathetic; this was part of the reason why even back in the "Russia Days," they'd never gotten on really well-and Pierce was not nearly so close to human all those centuries before as he was now. Therefore he needed some time to get in order and to think... which lead young Mr. Crowley to the decision to walk to the hotel.

Ileana probably wanted a ticket in with Silas Metzger; Pierce seemed to recall that Ileana had once had a relationship of some sort or another with him. Well, that wasn't unusual-Ileana had a certain sort of relationship with almost every supernatural being he knew. However, either something had been "different" about him or the physical aspect of the relationship had been very good, because she had occasionally spoken about him in a half-decent light. He wondered what she'd say when she found out he wasn't nearly so close as to the enigmatic and foulmouthed Mr. Metzger as to guarantee her access to him. Sure, they'd met. The dialogue had mainly consisted of Silas asking Pierce if he was willing to work for him, and Pierce responding in the affirmative matter, but stressing that he would mainly be on business for Baphomet, Beezlebub, and others of the most high order of his race, so he couldn't guarantee that if Silas called, he'd come running. Silas had pretty much snorted and said a "whatever".

He arrived at the hotel, which was very swank and posh-posh. Nothing but the best for the Lady Torok, of course. He asked a very accomadating blonde clerk the room number of Ileana, explaining that he was her brother. With a little persuasion and a healthy dosage of mind control to ensure his access to her room, Pierce discovered that the woman was staying in Room 3215. He took the elevator up-his time for contemplation was past. The black-haired boy walked down the hallway, watching the gold numbers go by until one matched the number in his head. He turned smartly, and with a smirk much befitting his pale face, knocked on the door. "Is the Lady Torok in residence here?" he called over his raps, listening for signs of life in the room.

Tags! Ileana, of course
Status! Complete
Word Count! 652
Notes! That's ok, mine's not nearly as long as yours...

[ILEANA TOROK]

COLD HARD BITCH
just a kiss on the lips
and i was on my knees
i'm waiting, give me

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Lazily flipping through the channels on the television, Ileana’s grey eyes reflected her clear boredom. How did those humans get away with putting on such trash? Not only was it pointless, but it was just… bad. At least that former music channel, VH1 had amusing – what were they called? – reality shows; all those stupid people looking for “love.” The way they yelled and screamed at each other about someone they didn’t really care about… Those were good. But the other ones… Those court shows, those other, un-imaginative random fashion shows, horribly done competitions… That seemed to be all that was on the television. Her bored face morphed into a scowl after coming across yet another marathon of America’s Next Top Model. How many season did they have? Surely not enough for this every week.

“I don’t know why I bother,” she muttered to herself, giving in and turning on the news. Perhaps there was some natural disaster or some crazy murders she could revel in. But she was saved from actually having to watch the drone of the brunette newscaster by a sharp knock on her door. Moving her gaze from the television to the door, she watched it for a moment, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She knew who it was before he spoke; she could sense his power on the other side of the door.

“Is the Lady Torok in residence here?”

Her smirk morphed into a brief scowl. It was amazing how he had found something to call her that actually bothered her. Ileana had been called many names in her long lifetime, most of them being highly unkind, and none of those had bothered her. But this one, one that wasn’t even really offense, got under her skin. Not that she would ever let him know that.

Ileana stood up silently, padding over to the door, opening it to find Pierce in mid-knock. “Pierce! It’s been too long. Please, come in.” Turning around without seeing if he would follow her, but know he would, the petite blonde walked over to the dining table. “Would you like some wine?” She shrugged, picking up the bottle of red wine. “The hotel gave it to me when I took residence in one of their more expensive rooms. I haven’t checked to see if it’s any good yet.” She poured herself a glass, and not waiting for an answer, poured him a glass as well. It wasn’t as if he had to drink it, but what demon turned down alcohol?

“Truthfully,” she said with a small smirk on her face, “I hadn’t expected to hear from you so soon. I thought you might be busy with work… But you must be pretty bored here. That, or you missed me.” Ileana let him see the smirk on her face as she walked back over to him and handed him the wine glass. “But I doubt that’s really the case.” Turning away from him, she walked back over to the couch and sat back down where she had been before he had arrived. She reached over and clicked the off button on the remote control; it would be too distracting to hear some newscaster talking about the latest political corruption scandal. Not to mention her current companion had probably been the one to cause it in the first place.

“So, how have you been?” Ileana wasn’t one to rush things; she took her time getting business done. It was more fun that way. Besides, why rush something she was good at? Not that Pierce wouldn’t see right through her façade.

word count: 621
status: complete!
tag:: ileana
ooc: hah, i went crazy in that last post. this is more normal.

[PIERCE CROWLEY]

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The Dreamer and the Wine:

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POET WITHOUT A RHYME
One last perfect verse
is still the same old song[/font][/size]
OHCHRISTHOWIHATEWHATIHAVEBECOME!

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His gentleman's knock was, nonetheless, a demon's gentleman knock, and had the dor opened a few milliseconds later, Pierce would have punched Ileana in her face, which would not have ended up resulting in a very pleasant experience for him, her, the hotel staf, or the LAPD. Ileana arrived at the door and immediately began her efforts to either charm him or keep conversation at a reasonable level of profanity and insults. Brushing a piece of hair behind his ear, he entered the suite. His personal opinion was that it had not been nearly long enough, but it would not have been wise to call Ileana's bluff aloud. "Why, thank you. You've been busy since we parted," he commented, referring to the news that fluttered around hell. Ileana, like Pierce, had been rising through the ranks of Lucifer rather quickly.

He entered the suite, which was rather luxurious and, he was sure, extremely expensive. And yet he relegated himself to moving around several apartments of average luxury-well, "relative" for Los Angeles, that is. Baphomet had him on a rather tight budget-well, tight budget for L os Angeles. Everything involving money appeared to be relative here, Pierce noticed as he admiringly eyed the swank television and the cherrywood dining table. "Tell me, Ileana, did you pay in full or use your many talents to get a discount?" He, not fully in his "God-may-care asshole" persona yet, didn't realize that this could be misconceived as an insult to Ileana. He had merely meant to ask if she had used her mind-control powers, not her feminine wiles. Well, he decided as he took off his denim jacket and placed it neatly on a tasteful carved oak hat stand near the door, it really wasn't as though she was offended by comments on her sensual (or, as Pierce, when they were working together in Russia, had once rudely put it to her face in a moment of irritation, when he came home to their shared home-they had been posing as brother and sister-to find one man on the floor bleeding and another upright with a bloody eye, her "wanton") nature. He never quite understood that. If Ileana ever mentioned his tendency to play both sides of the field (albeit alternatingly) he'd turn beet red with embarassment. Any sexuality other than hetero hadn't really been encouraged in the sixteenth or seventeenth century, whatever Shakespeare might have to say about that. He was always very demure when it came to relationships, anyway-the one area in which he was still relatively innocent.


His eyes lit up when he spotted the bottle, and his hand involuntarily twitched with joy. Nature's cure-all. "You know I would, thank you." Pierce retrieved his glass and took a sip. Fruity, with hints of cherry and walnut. Not the best he'd ever tasted, but even Mr. Seventeenth Century Alcoholic/Vineman had to admit... it was delicious. "It's alright," he commented, then took another sip from the glass. "Funny, isn't it. You live for half a millenium and you still can't get served. Fake IDs are getting ever so much more difficult to come by, and apparently for all I've been doing lately, I still look like an adolescent. Who says crime ages?" he asked rhetorically. Damn, that wine was good, although his palette might have decayed a little from lack of use in recent months.

Pierce listened to Ileana begin the verbal back-and-forth that inevitably occurred whenever one of them was around the other. While she spoke, he was stockpiling comebacks and sharp remarks in his head, the alcohol helping him along quite nicely. That, and a part of him was noting that she really was more powerful than the last time they'd met. He could sense it like cadaver dogs could smell decay, or hounds smell fear in their prey. When she was done speaking, it took him a couple seconds to reply; he was a bit busy giving her a snide little smirk. "Ah, here is the Lady Torok I've known and others have loved; always one for the small talk. I'll indulge you." He ceased to speak for a moment and went to take another sip: alas, Pierce found the glass was empty. With a graceful, fluid movement born of another century, he picked up the bottle where the neck joined the base, held his glass by the stem, filled it nearly to the brim, and set the bottle down. If he was indulging Ileana, then by hell. he might as well indulge himself too. He took his sip, then continued to speak. "You know me; I like to have my free days. Controlled chaos does get so annoying after a while, don't you find? Speaking of that, your uncouth messenger caught me in the middle of a power nap." So he was probably setting himself up for a jibe, something about either being lazy or having nothing better to do in that cold bed of his, but he did know a few of Ileana's weaknesses. It was just as well; she knew nearly all of his. "Well, really, I was rather bored. Haven't had much work lately, the city seems to be doing a fine job corrupting itself. That, and I luckily have not been called upon to recruit, so I've been quite free." He nearly spat out the word "recruit" like a piece of wormwood, making his distaste evident. Obviously, he referred to recruiting for the Metzger resistance, bu the rather hoped they wouldn't get down to sniping about Metzger so soon. He wanted to get smashed first; then maybe he wouldn't remember that night. "Not that the loss of your prescence hasn't been felt deeply in my heart," Pierce added, his voice dripping with sweet sarcasm, "but my blood pressure and my wallet have both felt some relief these past years." Ileana did have expensive tastes, and when they had still been working together, under the cover of being brother and sister, it had been customary for a head of house to take care of the expenses of the unmarried females in the household. Of course, her ladyship had seen no reason not to take advantage of that, saving her own funds for Pierce-didn't-know-what. ileana switched the TV off, and Pierce, just for kicks, made it flicker back on for a split second. He felt the electricity rumble in his bones, and felt the TV turn on. The brunette newscaster's visage appeared on the screen. With a mischeivous smile, Pierce waved a hand, recalling the electricity. The television turned off, and the rather attractive newswoman dissapeared, leaving the TV screen blank and reflective. Being an electropath did help often, although he occasionally found himself envying his pyrokinetic brethren.

"I have been doing well," he replied with a shrug, gesturing with the hand not holding the wineglass to show it had been a typical three centuries since they'd parted. "Here and there and everywhere; essentially being Baphomet's bitch. And you?" He didn't mind the small talk so much as saw through it, and thought it a rather amusing game. One he would actually make an effort to win, though in this battle, he was certainly the underdog. Well, maybe the wine couldgive him an edge.

Oh, damn. Was she trying to get him drunk? She knew his weakness for anything with an alcohol content.

If he got soused in this apartment, he'd never hear the end of it. Oh, well.

Tags! Ileana
Status! Complete
Word Count! 1,243... whoah. I have NO life.
Notes! Haha, Pierce was complaining in his app about not being able to get served. xD

[ILEANA TOROK]

COLD HARD BITCH
just a kiss on the lips
and i was on my knees
i'm waiting, give me

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Ileana decided to ignore Pierce’s question about how she had managed to get such nice quarters; money wasn’t an issue for the blonde demon. It had simply… stockpiled over the years. Her many affairs with rich business men, politicians, and any other man she happened to deem worthy had given her a surprising amount of cash, jewelry, and even on occasion, property. Not to mention she had made some very profitable investments in… well, perhaps not-so-savory accounts. Money hadn’t been a problem for quite awhile, and she preferred it that way. There were simply so many things she always wanted; she wasn’t quite sure how Pierce could get along just on the money Baphomet gave him for things… Then again, he had never been as materialistic as she.

“Really?” she asked with feigned interest. “I’ve never had that problem, although I think we died when we were about the same age. Of course, I have no problem doing whatever it takes to get what I want. Still, if you would like an I.D., I’m sure I could get one for you. I mean, it’s simply stupid that you are unable to get served alcohol. We’ve been alive for so long; it just seems wrong… like the humans should automatically know, or something. I guess you just look… young for your age.” Another small smirk. “But I digress. If you would like one, I’m sure I could get someone who makes those sort of things to get you one…” Yes, the offer was a loaded one. If she did him a small favor, that meant he would owe her at least a small favor in return. She loved to have people indebted to her, no matter how small. It turned out to be very useful, especially when she got herself into some, well, sticky situations.

Listening carefully as Pierce spoke about his recent activities, Ileana simply regarded him, nodding occasionally. Many demons made the mistake of not listening to their companions, co-workers, enemies, what-have-you, but that had always been Ileana’s specialty. When she was interested in someone or wanted to know something about them, she gave them her full attention; it was never directed anywhere else, her eyes never strayed; she had strangely good concentration, and it was one of the things that had helped her rise through the ranks so quickly. So, instead of ignoring Pierce’s words, she paid attention to see if anything could come in use later. “So I was correct in my assumption that you have been bored. And I know you claim to love your free time, but at the same time, you’d love to be more active, wouldn’t you? That or you just haven’t found the right… partner to keep you occupied lately. Then you wouldn’t be so bored.” Ileana was well-aware of her fellow demon’s sexuality and couldn’t help but be amused by it. Perhaps if he didn’t blush like a little school boy every time she brought up the possibility of him having relations with a man, she wouldn’t bother him so much about it. Of course, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been with a woman in the past, just to try it out. It hadn’t been her thing, but that didn’t mean she would refuse another woman, if it was for work. But she liked men. Preferably two men at once.

And then he mentioned something odd. Recruit. He certainly couldn’t have meant souls for hell, could he? That was just a common occupation for all demons at all times… He had to mean Metzger. Ileana filed that away for later. It was better to loosen him up first, then talk about business. He did seem rather eager to talk after all, and she was eager to listen.

“I feel the same way, darling. I haven’t had to fight with any others I’ve worked with quite like I had to with you. We did play the part of brother and sister well, though, didn’t we? We were very believable, what with the many furniture pieces broken whenever there was a fight. I think that was more you, though, wasn’t it?” she asked, goading him… just a little. Then, she watched as he flicked the television on and then off again with a simple wave of the hand. A sharp pang of envy stabbed in the center of her chest. She had always wanted to do something like that… But her powers had always leaned more toward persuasion than causing harm. But the initial envy, she realized that meant Pierce was stronger than he had been when she had last seen him. This could present a few problems… She would have to more careful now, not to set him off. Of course, she was confident in her ability to annoy to the point of action without actually pushing it over board. “I see you’ve been working on your powers. The last time I saw you do that I believe you accidently electrocuted yourself. Of course, there wasn’t a word for it back then… Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to offer you a seat. There’s plenty of places in this area. You don’t have to sit next to me on the couch. Oh, and you can bring the wine bottle with you. It’s yours, if you want it. They’ve got quite the stash here.”

Swirling the liquid in her forgotten wine glass, she stared at her companion. He seemed almost exactly the same. “The years have been kind to me as well. I’ve travelled all over the globe… This is my second time in America since the Revolution from England; it didn’t hold my interest for too long then. Everyone was so interested in doing what was good for the country. Thank Lucifer that’s all changed now. Everything is much more interesting here, don’t you think? Although, there is less work to do, especially with the vampire Metzger trying to seize control.” Ileana sipped the wine from her glass idly, and then got the beginnings of a plan. She finished off the glass and then walked over to Pierce. “I know I gave it to you… but would you be kind enough to share another glass with me?” The pretense of giving him control. It always seemed to work with men… even if they knew what she was doing. It might not work with him, but did it really hurt to try?

word count: 1,071! whoo! we kick some major ass.
status: complete
tag: pierce; closed
ooc: don't worry, ileana has no problem trying to get any man trashed. xD