004 - If you say you want a player, then I'll be good to go

[want_take_have]

[For a few weeks, Luceti had seemed almost...promising.

The draft had been more than a little horrific, but that was oddly comforting, really. Felt like home, monsters and hellmouths and all...though she could have done without the power drainage. And finding out that there were folks in the enclosure who weren't aiming for puritanical denial had given her hope for finally making a go of it. But the draft was quickly done (and lost). She was avoiding Ivan, determined to keep it at a one-night-stand. And then everyone started talking holidays.

Thanksgiving. Right. 'Cause they had all sorts of things to be grateful for, being kidnapped and locked up.

Training at the Battle Dome wasn't taking the edge off, and there weren't any missions active enough for her liking and, without Drusilla around, patrolling was weak sauce. All of which meant she was in a worse mood than usual. But she never was a dwelling and moping kind of girl. No...much better to keep moving. And if she couldn't skip town, well...she'd deal with it in other ways.

So, tonight, she'd ditched her usual jean jacket and t-shirt and dressed for a night on the town as she heads into Cloud Nine. Tonight, she wants a drink, a dance, and a distraction.

Late in the night, after a few drinks and when she slips outside for a cigarette, she flips open her journal to actually address anyone who is still awake]

Y'know...there's something creepy about a place with no crime. I mean, hey...the warm and fuzzies are great, so long's there's no experiments going on. But c'mon. Someone around here's gotta want to act out, sometimes. Punch things. Curse. Screw someone. [she paused to take a slow drag and blow the smoke out, watching it billow and curl before it disappeared in the night air.]

Being here, sometimes, is like getting dropped into a purgatory full of boyscouts. [from her tone, that isn't a compliment. On the road to righteousness or not, someone is bored.]

Comments

[herotypical]

Be careful what you wish for.

[ yes, buffy's awake. and yes, she remembers when luceti used to be wilder. but now, even the more dramatic personalities seem to have rounded out their edges. ]

[want_take_have]

[B.

There's an automatic twinge of guilt which she shrugs off.] I'm not wishing. Just...

bored. I'm thinking there's a reason I never stuck around small towns.

[herotypical]

If you look close enough, every small town has its cracks. Its troublemakers. [ jack used to be one. could still be one. ] Effing and blinding or brawling in the streets? Not exactly the only way to not be a boyscout.

[neverplaysfair]

You never know about those around you here. It's natural to be wary when you have no idea what you may be faced with in retaliation.

[want_take_have]

That doesn't stop people anywhere else.

[neverplaysfair]

Because even then, you know the rules of your world. You know what sorts of magic may exist or not, and what sorts of weapons may exist or not. You know what measures exist as punishment and how justice is generally executed.

You know how your own world works. But few if any people here are from your own world.

[wildbluevagner]

[Time for sarcasm.]

But isn't it refreshing to always have someone ready to help you cross the street?

[want_take_have]

[she smirked in response] Guess I'm just fresh out of badges.

[wildbluevagner]

That's a real shame. How am I to become head scout now?

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

And how.

It has something to do with the preponderance of self-described heroes itching to beat someone half to death, I would say.

[Written]

[want_take_have]

[she arches an eyebrow at his choice of words (preponderance? What?), but lack of schooling or not, his meaning is clear enough. She takes another slow drag on her cigarette before responding]

If someone's looking to fight, I don't mind helping out. I just don't want a lecture to go along with it.

[not that anyone had actually lectured her here. She'd been behaving. And going stir-crazy]

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

I am heartily sick of melodramatic lectures myself.

[spohkh]

[Spock can usually be found in the Dome...
As he was walking by one of the training rooms he noticed a woman who seemed rather distracted... He normally would have left it alone, but she could be ill.]

Excuse me Miss? Are you in need of assistance?

[deadpoet]

You can say that again. Worse bit is, there's not even anything decent to watch on the telly. I went on one of those missions for the Malnosso just to get one for myself. The bastards tell me I haven't yet got enough. For one week of kicking around rocks underground. Bollocks, is what it is. The whole bloody place.

[want_take_have]

[oh yay. A complaining buddy. She knew she liked him.....once they'd stopped trying to kill each other, anyway]

Damn. You've got a TV? I shoulda thought of that.

[deadpoet]

I wish. Not so much. The blokes running this place say I need more of their sodding points first. So I'm still going without.

[His own fault, really. Buffy has a TV. And lots of stuff to watch. But he can't just go watch TV there anymore.]

[dragmire]

Surprisingly, Ganondorf was a man who enjoyed music. Cloud Nine offered it, sometimes, in a way that was enjoyable enough for the large red haired man. He had noticed Faith was present, but she was of no interest to him. When she left, he lingered a little longer to listen to one last song. But as he was leaving, he stopped at the door long enough to listen to her message to the journals.

It was indeed an intriguing one. A girl who longed for vice in a town so utterly devoid of it.

Dressed in long robes rather than his usual armor, he descended down the steps as he walked past her. As she concluded her message, he spoke up with his own observation.

"The quiet life does not suit you, does it?"

[want_take_have]

One eyebrow quirked upwards as she took in his outfit, slowly sucking on the cigarette so that the end glowed red. She'd seen him inside, of course. There weren't that many people who frequented Cloud Nine and his stature was pretty impressive. But this was the first real close look she'd gotten. She blew the smoke out with a huff before answering. "Somethin' like that. I'm more of an action sort of girl."

[dragmire]

There was a distinct look of displeasure as he regarded the smoke. The practice was not unknown to him, but he found it distasteful.

"Indeed? There seem far too few in this place."

[so_shik]

So what's stopping you? [She's genuinely curious, actually.]

[want_take_have]

[that got a smirk]

Well, I've been givin' the non-violence approach a try...and all the other kinds of fun kinda take two.

[willak]

If cash existed here there wouldn't be any kind of lack.

[She actually sounds disappointed.]

[want_take_have]

[huh. She recognized this chick. Not that she'd ever spoken to her, but she knew all the people living in House 7, even if it was just from a distance.] Guess so. Not that I'm complainin' about being able to afford whatever I want...but it does take some of the challenge out of it.

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

He hadn't really checked out Cloud Nine before, but after the mission and the relative freedom of it, he's in the mood for something a little different. Besides, it's been ages since he was last in a club and it's one of those nights when sleep just isn't going to happen.

He arrives late, when it's a little quieter and he can reach the bar without trouble to order a beer. The music's not bad. Not quite his taste but it has a beat that's enough to drown out most things. His drink arrives and he stays near the bar, surveying the room.

[Action]

[want_take_have]

[there wasn't much of a crowd...but there was enough for Faith to stay on the dance floor more often than not. She could only sit still for so long. When the music shifts from upbeat to melodic, however, she abandons the stage and heads back to the bar for a refill on her drink.

The room is warm and she definitely knew how to move, but as she gets close enough to lean on the bar, there's no sign of exertion except for her slightly tousled hair. Her main attention is on the bar tender, her dark eyes following him as she signals that she wants him to come over, but she still takes a moment to look Clint fully over as she passes.]

Yo. How 'bout a jack and coke? [crossing her arms on the bar, she grinned as she placed her order] It ain't LA, but they're keepin' it up enough to make a girl thirsty.