Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in Purity Z Storms' InsaneJournal:

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009
6:47 pm	Chillaxed To The Max Now that it was later at night, and some people had gone home, the doors were closed and the music was lowered. Everyone that was left was sitting around the living area. After flashing Rhiannon the baggy of weed, and getting the go ahead, Purity leaned across the table and pulled out some papers. While everyone talked the witch made two joints before sitting up again and tossing one towards the Slayer. "Rhi, catch." Purity settled back on the couch, lifting a box of matches, the witch sparked one to life. The flame flickered before being pulled towards the spliff. Quietly the paper crackled as it lit, the end glowing red as the witch breathed in. Slowly smoke curled up, like a haze before her eyes, until she let her head fall back and exhaled. Rhiannon, who was off guard while she nursed a cup of vodka and tonic, attempted to catch the joint left-handed, but it bounced off her palm and landed in the neck of her tank top. "Shit... Purity!" she laughed and retrieved it. "Be glad that didn't land in my cup... Fucking reflexes." Having been drinking steadily for a few hours, her motor skills were beginning to notice the difference. She set down her cup and fished a lighter out of her jeans pocket. Once she ignited the paper, she puffed on it and passed it to the side. ( Fire It Up. ) ( Place Your Bets. ) ( Inhale. Exhale. )</> ( That's What You Call Paranoia. ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
11:20 pm	Reading Between The Lines The breeze had been to her back when she had been walking toward Thoth’s Library, but now going the opposite way she could feel it bite at her face. The wind chill is something that is not noticed when the wind is to your back, but face on it is not hard to understand why Chicago is known as the Windy City. It sure does not refer to the delightful breeze in the summertime. Kathleen walked leaning into breeze and hanging on to her fur hat when there was a gust, while she though how disappointing she was unable to go see if Purity was working today. She really did not know the next time she would have a chance. The severity of the situation with the protesters was lost to her with the exception of the flier she read, she did not follow the local news as she should. She was usually too busy to keep up with news reports unless someone left the television on in the doctor’s lounge on one of the network channels. The store like that was bound to get some people excited. For her part, Purity was outraged at the protesters, because Avery was her friend. How dare they judge someone like that without knowing them! She knew the hard way that most people were never what they seemed, and to be perfectly honest, she was aware of humans who were much worse than Avery could ever be. Pushing past the crowd as she left Thoth's Library, the witch was glad to feel the chilled wind kiss her face and ruffle her dark hair. Briefly her tie flapped against her chest as she shouldered her way through the crowd. The urge to say something back was growing every day, but she wouldn't give them any ammunition against the staff of Thoth's Library. A few disgusted glares were sent in her direction but she merely smiled an walked on. With her hands zipping up her jacket, it was almost belatedly that she saw the figure of a blond woman walking away. Frowning, the witch was sure she recognized her, and jogged a little to catch up. "Hey..." Purity dared peek at the woman's face as casually as possible before lifting her eyebrows up, a small smile curling her lips. "What brings you down this way?" The temptation to say 'Ms Forbes' was ignored... For now. ( A Meeting of Mouths ) (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 28th, 2008
11:53 pm	Knockin' On Heavens Door Purity ran. She ran faster than she had ever ran anywhere before, even for her own life. Like a miniature whirlwind brushing past people and ruffling their coats. Her blazer flapped around her slender frame, tie over her shoulder as she pushed past someone entering Clemences building and took the stairs three at a time. Her boots clunking loudly and she didn't care. Skidding as she turned to run down the hallway, she stopped just in time to take a deep breath, straightening her blazer and fixing her tie. Her knuckles rapped against the door loudly and quickly, almost insistently before she remembered to stop. Clemence had decided on a few things prior to Purity coming over. She realized that she didn't need to light tons of candles, and she didn't need wine or a lavish dress. It would be just her, and Purity. The blond chose not to dress up, opting to wear a simple denim skirt and pale pink tank top. The windows in the small apartment were open, the breeze fluttering past the red organza curtains. At the sound of the knocking, she nervously crossed the room and opened the door. A smile lit up her face as she saw the witch standing there. "Hi," she said, only slightly breathlessly. Purity couldn't stop herself, she stepped in, invading the blonde's personal space and wrapped her long slender arms around the smaller girl. Scooping her up in a bear tight hug and walking in with her clutched to her chest, her booted foot kicking the door closed as she breathed, clearly out of breath against the woman's lips, "Hey." before capturing them in a passionate, warm kiss, as she twirled the girl around. Finally letting her go so she could slip off her blazer and toss it over the arm of a chair. "I have something I want to tell you." The witch's green eyes were glowing, she could feel the giddy sensation coming off of her in waves. Clemence couldn't help but giggle at the overture, and she kissed the brunette eagerly back. When she was back on level ground, she grinned and watched Purity slip off her jacket. "Oh? And what's that?" As she spoke, she kicked off her sandals and leaned against the wall of the small foyer. Turning, Purity felt her breath catch as she saw Clemence just lean so casually back against the wall. "You're so beautiful." It was breathed out, then the witch frowned. Shit, what was with her today? She kept saying things out loud when they were meant to be thoughts. Whatever, it was a good thing, and she grinned. "I, for the first time ever have a real..." The witch paused, biting her lip, feeling herself swell with pride until she feared she may burst. "Job!" The blond grinned even wider. "That's great!" She bounced over the few steps to where the witch stood, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm proud of you. Where is it at?" As she spoke, she fiddled with the witch's tie, finding it incredibly cute that she wore one. ( Batter Up (Sexuality Warning Contains Adult Content) ) Purity laughed softly, burying her face against Clemence's neck, biting her lip with a bashful grin. For some reason, she found herself blushing, and giggled despite herself. "Yeah... I trust your judgment." It was whispered gently, against the blonde's skin. Clemence brought her hand up to rest against Purity's chest, feeling her heart beat. "Stay here with me tonight?" Purity was almost swinging from the ceiling. "I can't think of anywhere else I would rather be tonight than right here in your arms." It was cheesy and she blushed, but damn, did it not feel amazing getting to say it out loud and mean it with every fiber in her being. Current Mood: content (Comment on this)
Monday, August 11th, 2008
6:24 am	Interesting Developments Clemence sat on a bench outside one of the campus buildings of her college, checking her reflection in a silver compact mirror. She wasn't big on heavy makeup, usually some lip gloss and neutral toned eyeshadow was enough. She applied a fresh coat of peach and slipped the tube back into her bag with a contented sigh. The Museum of Contemporary Photography had phoned her earlier that morning, offering her the job. Apparently, the girl they had hired in leiu of Clemence hadn't quite worked out. A shame, that. The blonde smirked as she heard some students gossiping about Veronica's untimely mini-mental breakdown. She had apparently hightailed it back to Michigan to recuperate at her parents' house. Rumor had it, she was going to take the fall semester off. Clemence sat back against the wall, crossed her legs, and waited patiently for her friend to arrive. The call had been something Purity had been excited about. Clemence wanted to meet her on campus again. Alright, so she was enjoying the meetings with the blonde a little more than she possibly should have been but it didn't matter. It was rare for Purity to find happiness in anything outside of magic, and lately she'd been finding a lot. The blonde just happened to be one of those things that made her smile. She was already out, and considered changing, but the witch skipped that idea and made her way towards the college. Khaki pants and light green t-shirt included. Yeah, she was casual, and her muscles were more defined in the tight shirt. The truth was... She didn't want to come across as looking too... Butch. Fuck it, too late now, she was already walking across the grass towards Clemence. Clemence spotted Purity a few yards away and waved. She hopped to her flip-flop clad feet and parted a group of chattering freshman. There was a particular bounce in her step today, and the blonde felt quite self-confident even though she was plainly dressed in black cargo capris and a blue cami. "Awesome, you came," she said to the brunette when she was within earshot. She gave the taller girl a sly grin. ( Celebration. ) Clemence pulled her hand away and leaned forward. Her lips connected with Purity's. She didn't want to make the poor girl faint, so Clemence concentrated on calming her down. Pulling back, she whispered, "And that's what I wanted to say." "I've got more to add to that." Purity whispered out, rushed, her hand catching Clemence's and keeping her there a moment longer so that her lips could press first against the girl's neck, a light kiss to the pulse beating there, before the witch whispered against the woman's ear. "Too bad I can't do that back, but I bet you can guess how it's left me." The witch sat back, letting the blonde draw up her own conclusions as she tipped the bottle up to her lips and drained it. Clemence grinned and did the same. "I'll drink to that." (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 27th, 2008
2:52 am	Haunting Ground Since coming to Chicago, the dark witch felt like her head was spinning. It was so similar to Las Vegas in some ways, but so completely different in others. The people, the places, it was... Nice. Sort of... She guessed. Frowning slightly, Purity uncrossed her legs and stood up off of the headstone that she had been resting against. She always found it ironic that the most peaceful places you could ever find were the ones littered with hundreds of bodies. It was a good place to just centre herself, where she could get her natural flow and balance back in harmony without interruptions. Rare to come by in large Cities, that was for sure. Well, she didn't plan on wasting the whole night with the dead, so with careful steps she began to walk through the rows of graves and headstones. Looking them over quietly, and briefly wondering if anyone even remembered them anymore. Or how often. Avery had clapped a hand over his mouth to stop another cry from escaping. What, are you going to cry like a little girl? Suddenly, Eric Haddon from middle school was in his head. His taunting voice. One day during baseball practice he had lobbed the ball right at Avery when the skinny boy had been up at bat, and before he could even swing at it, the thing had hit him square in the face. He had cried, causing all the boys in his class to make fun of him relentlessly for about two weeks. ( Fragile. ) ( Open Mind. ) ( Unusual. ) "As long as the coffee's good it's fine by me." Purity chuckled softly, then brought her hands out of her pockets to run her fingers through her hair as she stretched, an old habit from childhood. "How about I meet you there Monday night?" "Sounds like a plan," he said. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008
8:51 pm	Hook Me Up The key turned slowly in the lock. Sticking at first with a small grunt of protest before finally relinquishing. The hand was clasped by a warm palm, pushing slowly to ease the door open with as minimum noise as possible. It was a habit, a survival thing, and for that same reason she enjoyed and embraced it. Blinking slowly, eyes began to adjust to the dim sceneray as slow steps made their way inside. Closing the door with the faintest click behind them. Pausing to take a deep lungful of the rooms odur. Purity then exhaled slowly from her nostrils. The place seemed quite nice, to be honest. Clemence had undoubtably been correct. Not that she had doubted the girl, it was more like an apprasal for picking up on the type of place the witch would prefer to stay in. Careful steps took her into the bedroom, where she sat her back pack down. It was small, because she didn't poses much that she could call sentimental. Inside were the few precious things she had decided to give two thoughts about when leaving Las Vegas. That meant they were important, and she didn't bother to look further into it than that. Slender hands began to unbuckle the back pack, pulling out with care the patent balck laptop she often carried around with her now. Next was a bottle of water, the cap being unscrewed immediatly and a shallow gulp being taken. Once the bottle had been sat aside on the bed, she began to rumage until she found a jewel encrusted flick dagger, which she wrapped in cloth and slid under her bed. Almost in a rather sdhameful or secretive manner. The rest, for the moment, apparently didn't matter as she pushed the ruck sack further across the sheets in order to sit down. The laptop was captured with strong fingers and pulled across to rest on her thighs. Opening it with care and subtle ease, the witch turned the machine on and logged into the wireless network. A few moments later she was online, and browsing her e-mails. It was time to contact an old friend. Now that she was comfortably settled in a city so unfamiliare and unlike any other. From: Witchwayup@gmail.com To: R.I.Lee@gmail.com Subj: About That Offer... Rhiannon, Well hey there stranger. Time floats past when you're fighting demons. Ah... About suddenly leaving like that. Would you be free at all for that shot at some point? I'll tell you all about it. Lets just say it involves religious activists, demons, witches and lots of flames. You get the picture. Oh, by the way, I'm sending this from my new hotel room. In Chicago. Looks like I thought I was board enough. -Purity The send button was pushed, and moments later the laptop was being closed and pushed aside. Reaching in her pocket for her wallet, Purity slid open hr cell. Locating the piece of paper with Clemence's number on it she quickly typed in the digits and called. Listening to it ring, the witch was somewhat greatful that it clicked onto the womans voicemail. She never liked talking on the phone, it was nothing personal. "Hey Clemence, it's Purity. The girl who bumped into you. So, I was wondering if you weren't doing anything at some point, maybe you might feel like becoming my little tour guide for a day? You seem to know all the right kinda places and I was wondering about certain book shops. Well, you have my number, speak to you later." Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)