sleepswthdemons: (Thinking)
Phoebe had a broken wrist...

...and a bag that she was trying to pack things into.

Granted, the packing was going veeeeerrrrry slow as she could only use one hand, but she was still very determined.

She was leaving and quite possibly checking into a hotel or just leaving for awhile.

She hadn't decided.

What she had decided -- because she was soooo good at making decisions right now -- was that she couldn't be at the house right now.

Cole was alive.

Cole was alive, quite possibly possessed and he wanted her to suffer for some wrongs he thought she had done.

He had almost killed Anders.

From the way he was acting, it was quite possible that anyone that came near her or was close to her was going to be a target. Someone she cared about could get hurt or killed just because they were near her or tried to help her.

So... she had decided that she would stay somewhere else until she could free Cole from whatever was possessing him and wanted to hurt her. The real Cole would never have hit her... he never would have hurt her or Anders or anyone else.

Thus packing.

With one hand.

Pity she had left that pesky door open.



[[Open to anyone who wants to knock sense into her, stop her, or the insane!husband if he wants to mess with her.]]
sleepswthdemons: (So Very Sad)
After the conversation with Lana, Phoebe hadn't come immediately to her bedroom. She had hung out downstairs drinking coffee and trying not to cry about the fact that Lana was hurting -- and that she had used underhanded tactics on her best friend to keep her from running away from here.

After she had drank plenty of tea and coffee -- caffeine kept her awake and from falling into too deep of a sleep, thank gods -- she grabbed Lana's bag again and headed up to her room.

She entered her room quietly so as not to wake up Anders, and headed immediately to the closet to stash the bag. Of course, going into the closet meant that she saw all of the "gifts" and she swallowed, trying to stop shaking.

Crouching down, she retrieved a boittle of tequila and opened it, taking a very long drink, before going to sit in the chair by the window. Anders needed his rest, and from here she could keep an eye on him -- while at the same time not bothering him by her resteless and her anxiety.
sleepswthdemons: (Smoking 2)
When it was late, Phoebe slipped from her room and then from the house. She had had one of her premonitions. She had seen a demon creeping around an area she recognized as being in the park. It was a spot she often had wandered in when she was drinking and trying to figure out what to do for the rest of the night.

A demon had probably been what had been messing with things in her room.

A demon had attacked and almost killed Anders.

Thus, she was going hunting.


Phoebe lit up a cigarette as she walked slowly to the park. )


[[OOC: For [livejournal.com profile] holdingontolove]]
sleepswthdemons: (Too Distressed)
After the discussion with Aziraphale and feeling way worse than ever, Phoebe had left Milieux and headed to one of the nearby towns to get drunk ... again. The fact that she had disappointed Aziraphale so much and he had pretty much said so left her hurting and hating herself even more. She just couldn't seem to stop failing those that she loved.

It was pretty late when the cab dropped her off and she wandered down the road and into the park. She had plans to sit by the pond for awhile and then head home. She was probably drunk enough that maybe she could sleep through the night without nightmares.

She made her way slowly to the pond, only stumbling a couple of times.



[[OOC: For [livejournal.com profile] victimofcylons]]
sleepswthdemons: (Battered and Bruised)
After the fight with Cally at All Souls and seeing Pippi, Phoebe had had too much. Saying goodbye to Pippi, she had fled.

Now, she wasn't sure exactly where she was. She had had a lot to drink before the fight.

She was on her way home, she thought, and was more than a little drunk and her bottom lip was still bleeding. Her face hurt and she really was thinking of finding more alcohol so it wouldn't hurt.




[[OOC: For [livejournal.com profile] beenthroughthat]]

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