When Angel met Ian...(okay, they've met before, but still...)

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(This takes place a few days after Harry and Ian have left McKellen's.  Angelina arrives in Belize...)

Angel got out of the car, slammed the door and looked up at the building.  Where the fuck was Lija?  She dropped her cigarette on the sidewalk and ground it out with the toe of her shoe. Walking up to the door she grabbed the knob and was shocked when it decidedly didn't turn. "Fuck?" She said and tried again. She raised her arm and beat her fist against the door. "Open up you bastards. Elijah? Hey?" She yelled.

Ian was sitting in Har- in HIS office, looking at his com after having left Harry yet another message. He had to find a way to fix this, and fast. He heard a loud banging from down the hall and got up from his desk, frowning. It sounded like a woman swearing?  Odd.  Ian walked down the hall, the noise getting louder, unlocked and opened the door. "May I help you?" He said, his voice rich with disdain, not even taking in who it was standing on his doorstep.

"Oh well fuck, isn’t this just my goddamned luck." Angelina took a step toward the entry, "Where's Lija?"

Ian blocked her path. "Angelina. What a pleasant surprise. He isn't here. Good day." Ian did not have the time or inclination to spend on someone like Angelina, and she certainly wasn't coming into the building. God KNOWS where she's been. Ian turned to go back inside.

"Oh for the love of fuck!" Angel reached to grab the man and then snatched her hand back at the thought of touching old man anything. She settled on putting her hand against the door and one foot on the step. "Ian, as pleasant as it is to see you." She managed to control her sneer- slightly. "Where is he?"

Ian smiled at Angelina. "Charming. You are a delight as always. Elijah no longer works here and his whereabouts are no longer my concern, nor do they interest me." Ian knows perfectly well where Harry has taken Elijah, but he doesn't see any reason to inform this...creature where he has gone. Not yet, anyway.

Angel looked at the man in front of her, she clenched her teeth and hissed at him, "Listen you baggy old fucking queen, Gina and I gave Lija to you- he is YOUR responsibility. Now unless you want me to find a stake and drive it through what passes as your fucking heart- tell me where he is." She squinted her eyes and leaned in toward him.

Ian's eyes narrow a little at this. His voice remains calm and polite. "Angelina, you are nothing but a five dollar whore who should have been drowned when you were whelped. Elijah was sold to me- it was a business transaction. His contract has changed hands. Curious that he hasn't bothered to inform you of this latest incident himself, don't you think? I'm really not certain I should tell you- perhaps he doesn't want you to know?" Ian is quickly getting bored with this.

Angel's eyes snapped wide, her nostrils flared and it was a second before she could form words. "You- you fuckwad. He was- he- you- you fuckwad." She said with force. She pushed at her sleeves, and tried the whole speaking thing again, "Now- tell me now, or I swear to you on everything I own, I will pull your fucking balls off and wear them around my neck. Where. Is. Elijah?"

Ian sighs, rolling his eyes a little. The length of this conversation has long outstripped his interest in it. May as well give her the truth and let her choke on it. "His contract is now owned by a Mr. Harry Sinclair. I believe you are familiar with him?"

"Harry? Harry... fucking Harry?" She blinked at him. "You sold my Lija to Harry fucking Sinclair? What the fuck McKellen? Sinclair works for you. So why isn't Lija here? Are you senile, you crazy old bastard?" She was almost screaming, the heat causing the silk of her shirt to stick to her back. "Where the fuck is he!?"

Ian watched the obnoxious display in front of him. Really, this was a bit much. "Harry is no longer in my employ. He left and Elijah's contract was transferred to him. And do try to tone down the melodrama if you would please. It's a tad unseemly, even for one such as yourself."

He looked down on her, a delicate sneer on his face.

That was it. Angel felt her fingers clench and unclench at her sides- she could almost feel the flesh of his throat in her hands. When she opened her mouth a screech emerged that attempted to form itself into words. "You motherfucking bastard! I don’t care if the goddamn world comes out here and takes fucking vids! Tell me right the fuck now where that rat bastard son of a bitch Sinclair has taken Elijah or I swear to you, you cunt- I will claw your eyes out of your head." She was standing on the toes of her high heels, leaning forward screaming, red faced at Ian.

Despite having Angelina inches from his face, Ian didn’t so much as blink as she screamed and ranted. Still, this was more than enough, and Ian was finished with this conversation. Rather than leaving her to rant on his doorstep like a cross-cast, trailer-trash-whore version of Stanley in A Streetcar Named Desire, Ian decides to give her the information she's been looking for. "Well, a lovely young man came down from Palace to collect their things a few days ago. I would imagine if you looked there, you just might find young Elijah. Whether they would let something like you over the threshold in order to find out? Well, that isn't within my purview I'm afraid.

As much as she wanted to claw a trench down his face, she stopped still at the mention of Palace. Her Lija, her pet - was at Palace. "Well fuck me." she said out loud. "Palace?" She felt a smile threaten to flash across her face. "Go to hell Ian." She said and spinning on her heels and stalked back toward the car. As she got to the car she turned and raising her arm flipped the man off.

Ian wrinkled his nose as she walked away, talking to himself. "Fuck you? Good lord, what an appalling image. I believe I’d sooner fuck *Sally* than *that*."  Shuddering at the dual images, Ian goes back inside, careful to lock the door behind him.

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[palaceelijah.livejournal.com]

Angel is here? My Angel? Here? In Balize?

oh fuck

I can't tell her about the random guy I - uh - met...

Angel's here.

I've got to see her, she'll know what to do. Hopefully it won't entail beating my ass...

Angel is here.

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[palace-dom.livejournal.com]

Jess, my word, you outdid yourself the last few days! Great, bloody perfect scene and Ian just as snotty as he should be (yeah Jay).

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[palaceelijah.livejournal.com]

*twirls and blushes (at the same time)*

I had so much fun doing this scene!! Jay/Harry/Ian are incredible to bounce off of!!

My pups are just horrid though!! *looks about in wonder* And I am such a normal well-adjusted person. *nods and glares at look of shock on girlfriends face*

Wheee!! Mwah baby!!

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[palaceharry.livejournal.com]

I just felt so WRONG writing this... I told Jess that there aren't many people who can get me to actually suggest running a log with Ian, but the thought of Ian and Angelina in the same space was just too perfect... even if I felt like I needed to shower after.

And for the record I am not playing Ian, although it is becoming clear that he might be playing Jay. Shows up when he wants, won't run the scene I want to do. Prissy asshole.

(Thanks Jess. You are a neat person!)

[sairalinde.livejournal.com]

This absolutely tickled me to no end:

Angel's eyes snapped wide, her nostrils flared and it was a second before she could form words. "You- you fuckwad. He was- he- you- you fuckwad." She said with force. She pushed at her sleeves, and tried the whole speaking thing again, "Now- tell me now, or I swear to you on everything I own, I will pull your fucking balls off and wear them around my neck. Where. Is. Elijah?"

Brilliant! Fucking brilliant! :)

AND:

Ian smiled at Angelina. "Charming. You are a delight as always. Elijah no longer works here and his whereabouts are no longer my concern, nor do they interest me." Ian knows perfectly well where Harry has taken Elijah, but he doesn't see any reason to inform this...creature where he has gone. Not yet, anyway.

LOVE Ian...sooo snotty! hahaha

[palaceharry.livejournal.com]

He just makes my skin crawl everytime he speaks...

Thanks Saira!