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Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in Jasmine Tierney's LiveJournal:

Thursday, April 21st, 2005
11:03 pm
Oh, Tia....*evil laugh*
Hmm. Interesting. A little gross at first, but you get used to it. I hope. In any case, there's no way I'm sticking around the biggest vamp cliche city in the world, New Orleans. So I figure I'll go out west. And visit a certain cousin of mine. Unfortunately, she'll know right off what I am. Hell, she might even be able to sense me. But who knows?

I sent her a postcard. A nice little I'm-coming-to-visit sort of thing. Let her know I'm okay. Hah. Hell, I'm better than okay. Feeling hella good these days.

On to San Francisco. Like a huge school full of slayers, witches, and watchers will be that hard to find.

Postcard should get to her in a couple days. She'll know then.

Current Mood: amused
Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
12:40 am
Here's one for you...and you...and you... (OSI)
Finally. Spike put in a word or two for me and I'm not just sitting around on my cute butt watching Passions.

And I am so in the Christmas spirit. Giving to everyone. Especially a few of my cousin's friends, and my dearest cousin. I couldn't forget Tia, now could I? Special delivery, right in front of her door. I had planned on leaving it on her bed, but my mean old cousin had the gall to uninvite me from her precious apartment. Now, really! Did she think I'd actually come in a drink her blood in the middle of the night? Or her roommate's? Well, if she didn't, she was wrong. I would have. At least from that delectable Kennedy.

So anyway, on to my special job for the evening. Jolly Old Senghir himself wants these packages delivered to some of the potentials and other OSI people, so Spike, crazy-girl Drusilla, and I are enlisted.

The homes of the innocent living that were among my holiday slay ride? Miss Molly, cute little potential that lives with her Mum and Pop. Dear sweet Faithie, at the home of her hottie (much older) boyfriend, Caspar. Hmm, maybe she's not such an innocent after all. Should have left a lump of coal with her gift.

And the last stop on my excursion? None other than Miss Tia Catherine Quinn, pompous witchy bitch supreme. Of course, her wonderfully cute and happily gay (pun intended) roommate recieved one as well. Father Christmas Senghir would never leave out Kennedy, now would he? Be very rude.

Now, I've no idea what these nasty little surprises are, all wrapped up in their pretty twinkling, sparkly star paper and bows. Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't eat Tia. No, not out of the goodness of my black, unbeating heart do I say that. I only wish to kill her myself. Uninviting her own cousin, who risked her neck (another pun intended) to travel across country to be with her?

Oh, this holiday season should turn out to be just swell. *laughs*

Current Mood: giddy
Wednesday, June 11th, 2003
11:54 pm
Bored bored bored BORED!
So when I grew up, all I used to know about the undead was what I heard in the French Quarter. You know, lots of voodoo refs. And Anne Rice, of course. Never been big on Anne Rice. Neither was Tia. So what am I getting at here?

I think my point in pondering is this: It's never what you think it will be. I'm not saying I used to sit around back home and go, "Gee, I wonder what it would be like if I were a vampire. I think it'd be pretty cool to drink blood and kill people." And you know, it is kind of cool to drink blood and kill people. Not that I've killed a lot. Don't really want to make too many waves around here. Too many bigwigs, human and otherwise, and I'm not sure where I stand with the "otherwise".

Okay, so pretty much, I've been bored out of my mind. I don't feel like getting staked, so I've been staying away from the Bronze mostly, where Buffy and her Slayerettes and the rest of the OSI herd hang. Even the adults hang there. With the teenagers. Pathetic much?

Then again, this is Sunnydale. You know, I bet being a vampire would be a lot more interesting if I was back in New Orleans. Only problem is sunlight. Hitching was bad enough as a human. Granted, I could eat whomever bugged me if I hitched back, but I could only do it at night and people are loathe to pick up hitchhikers at night usually... I'll figure something out.

Not too long ago I ran into Tia. First she'd seen me since Spike sired me. Wearing leather pants, that's not really much of a wardrobe change. Biting the neck of one of her classmates, okay, that's what probably tipped her off. Why'd she have to be out for a walk near the docks, anyway? What kind of girl is my cousin? A freak, at best. A "potential". She's 18. If she hasn't been called as Slayer by now, she won't be. Hmmm...

I wonder how that stupid OSI group would react to having one of their precious potentials sired...

Current Mood: contemplative
Friday, May 30th, 2003
3:43 am
Friday Five
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
Being a real, true...hellion.

2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
"Don't get staked."

3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
Is getting vamped my own achievement? Or should my sire, Spike, be proud of that? Oh, well. I still consider it pretty cool. As long as I stay away from the Slayer and her pals.

4. What about the past ten years?
Who cares about the past? Let's look to the future.

5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
"I don't bite. Really."

Current Mood: bouncy
Monday, May 19th, 2003
11:35 pm
I'm alive! (OSI)
I am here. Here I am. In Sunnydale. At long last. I figured, hey, small town, be able to find someone that will take pity on me and let me in for a shower, but it's weird. No one is really that inviting here. Talk to you all you want at the doorstep. But they won't let you inside. Very weird. So I snuck into the school. Finally, a shower! I didn't see Tia around. Maybe she's still in New Orleans. Or maybe I just didn't stick around long enough to look for her.


Anyway, I found the mall and hung around there for a couple hours. Till I realized I was completely starving and was completely broke, so I left the yummy food smells behind and went out for a walk. Found a nice area called Hammersmith Park. Lots of kids, parents, sunshine. After a bit I found Tia's apartment complex, luckily I had her last letter in my backpack when I grabbed it back in New Orleans.

Knocked on the door. Tee answered it. And about fell over. For the next ten minutes, it was quite hard to breathe, between her hugging me so hard and both of us sobbing and crying. I'm sure her roommates thought we were nuts. So Tee led me back to her room, and we talked. I told her about my travels across country (she freaked). She told me about my father's funeral. No family was there. Tia's father didn't show. I guess Tia and one of her friends here went. I'm glad. At least she got to say goodbye.

I think we both just didn't want to talk about what had really happened with my father. I know Tia was dying to know what happened, but I didn't feel like talking about it at the moment. So Tia called her friend that went to New Orleans with her, Gregory (a college guy!), and left a message. Then we went to the mall. Tia said there was a big Halloween party this weekend, and since she wants me to stay with her, I'll be going. I found a cute costume. Okay, sexy costume. A make-the-guys-stand-up-and-take-notice costume. It's a vampire costume. I figured, I'm from New Orleans, the whole Anne Rice thing...I thought it was funny. Tia wasn't so amused. Huh. But we bought it. I guess her dad took the hold off her finances; she said he put one on so that she couldn't buy a ticket to the funeral. This Gregory guy must be pretty great, then, if he paid for the both of them. Sounds like a keeper. Anyway, here's the costume:

I think it's a good costume. Anyway, Tia's hoping for me to meet this Gregory guy sometime this week. She said there's some stuff she's got to explain to me first, about why she's in California. Hey, as long as Gregory can help me, I'm all for listening.

Current Mood: relieved
Friday, May 16th, 2003
1:55 pm
Rough times cross country (OSI)
This sucks! I haven't eaten since yesterday, and even then it was at some nasty truck stop. But it was a free meal. I haven't had a shower since I left the Quarter. I'm in Arizona? now. Yeah, Arizona, not far from the Mexican border. Least this trucker isn't expecting anything in return for a ride.

I've got to get to Sunnydale. I have to see Tia. That's where her last letter came from. She didn't say why she was there, only that she and her dad got in -another- big fight. He shipped her off to SoCal. Probably another weird boarding school or something. Hope she at least gets to go to the beach.

And I hope she got to go to my father's funeral for me. I can't. The murderers might be there, watching, waiting. Hoping to pounce on me. And I'm not as strong as Tia is. She says she isn't, but she'd have to be. She's talked about stuff that scares that pants off me! And I'm terrified right now.

Guess this is my stop.

*thanks the trucker*

Here's to finding another ride soon.

*sticks thumb out*

Anybody heading to Sunnydale?

Current Mood: hopeful
12:03 am
Friday Five!
1. What drinking water do you prefer -- tap, bottle, purifier, etc.?
Bottled, please!

2. What are your favourite flavor of chips?
Plain, cuz then you can do some yummy french onion dip. I like dips!

3. Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most?
Beignets. Kind of like doughnuts, French Quarter style. Okay, so they aren't Cafe Du Monde, but still. They are pretty yummy, with enough powdered sugar.

4. How do you have your eggs?
I hate eggs! Ick!

5. Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out?
My father...made my cousin's favorite, jumbalaya, gumbo. It was a real Cajun dinner.

Current Mood: tired
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