Well you wouldn't even know a diamond if you held it in your hand.

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Late afternoon, Sunday, August 30th


Been spendin' mosta m'time workin'ese days. Now'at Tez's stayin' at th'Doc's ain't feelin' like I gotta babysit'im s'much. Anyway, wuz gettin' t'th'point I wuz 'bout ready t'blow th'damn truck up rather'n spend another night innere. Even when we wuz t'gether fer real we spent mosta th'nights in m'wagon. Ain't'at's truck's a bad place, an'I know why'e's s'damn proud ovvit, but sure's hell don't wanna bloody live'ere.

So. Got a li'l more time. Been able t'getta bit more sleep, able t'work on s'more shit, earn a bit more cash. Sold some good shit t'somma th'marks; couple good curses, an abortifacient to a cryin' girl, poison t'a crazy-eyed man. 'nough at'll be eatin' well ferra good couple months. S'like I told Slaughterman; always a market fer what I got t'sell.

Fer now, though, workin' local-like. Grindhouse ladies mostly in needa what I got on hand. Somuvvem want more 'ffective anti-baby shit'an y'c'n get in th'towns. Somuvvem wanna keep somethin' on hand 'gainst any mark't gets too frisky. Somuvvem want a li'l flash t'go wit'ere acts. An' somuvvem....well, somuvvem I don't ask.

Daiyu needs a refill...don't always got what she craves, but I got some shit'at keeps'er quiet. Hate t'think what she's gonna do if'n we can't get outta'ere. Marguerite wants more ovva li'l enchantment I got, makes'er bleed durin' sex. Likes t'play virgin, she does. An' Parthenope wants a li'l more'a'er fav'rite insurance. No problem, gottit all. Stop by all th'girls, make sure'ey's good. Ain't my girls, but I help'em out, an' we look out fer each other. S'fam'ly.

Last stop's th'new girl, Lily. Ain't bought nothin' from me yet, but might's well check jes' in case. Rap onner door, "Hey, 's'Syl."


[OPEN to Lilith]

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[lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com]

After my entertaining evening with Zann I went to my room in the Grindhouse to consider what to do next. I have no real immediate urge to destroy the little god, I find his arrogance and susceptibility to my particular forms of manipulation amusing at the very least. And after our little game, even I'll admit he does have some potential, potential for what exactly..I'm not entirely sure, but I think I'll just keep pushing until I find out. He does have such fun little buttons.

I'm not sure how much time has passed since I came in, nor do I care, the few who have come to my door since I entered have simply found my room as it usually is, silent and empty, though perhaps a bit warmer than usual from my presence. Then just as I was reaching the point of possibly tolerating them again, someone knocks, bringing a wide smile to my face when I hear who it is, "Hey, 's'Syl."

Tez's witch, oh how wonderful. I've been wanting to talk to her since I first saw her glaring at my Iblis in the tavern. Witches have always been one of the more interesting groups of humans and can be so very useful to have on hand. Especially one who loathes Iblis and one he likely won't touch without consequence from his little god. What a delicious little predicament he has put himself in, one I fully intend to savor.

I draw my human form together on the bed, wearing a short silk robe of red and nothing underneath. "Come in," I call in a sleepy, girlish voice as I sit up on the bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes as she walks through the door. "Hi Syl, I was hoping you'd stop by," I yawn, stretching.