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[She’d spent four months in prison. Four months with the same outfits, the same food, the same people, the same routine. Day in and day out. And that was after only a few months of freedom after waking up from a coma. It had reached the point where she wasn’t really sure what normal was, anymore. Hell, one night she’d had a dream about trying on clothes and, when she woke up, she almost thought she’d cry. Or maybe punch something. Talk about a laugh.
Luceti might be a prison, but it was a hell of a lot more “free” than she’d been in awhile. She should have been out on the town...living it up and learning what it meant to be on her own again.
Instead, she’d barely left the apartment she’d claimed for herself. She’d stocked up on junk food, grabbed a bundle of clothes from All Passions, a handful of books from the library...and just stayed in. She would have preferred a TV but, well, she’d gotten used to that being scarce, too.
She only really left to patrol, and then she tried to be careful to avoid Buffy or any of her pals that might recognize the once-rogue Slayer. Solitude and near-silence, for almost a month, exploring her new prison until the wee hours of the morning, and sleeping well into the afternoon the rest of the day. Her run-in with Buffy and the following dusting of Drusilla, though, changed something. It finally nudged her away from the lingering apathy and towards something a bit more...well...her.
Squinting out at the sunny afternoon outside her window, Faith finally flips open her journal and actually takes the time to address anyone listening]
So...sayin’ a girl wants something to punch around here... what’s it take to figure out this battle dome thing people’ve been talking about?
[if she gets any bites, the first part of her day will be spent at the battle dome, releasing some of the pent up energy that’s been building since her arrival. After that, she’ll be returning the clothes that didn’t fit to All Passions (she hadn’t been particularly careful when Amelia brought her there, that first night), and trying on a whole mess of new things. Girl’s gotta look her best, after all, if she’s gonna check out the night life.
That evening, she’ll swing by Cloud Nine to see what the fuss is about, before patrolling takes her out by the barracks and down by the ocean. And, this time, she might actually stop to get to know some of the locals.]
Luceti might be a prison, but it was a hell of a lot more “free” than she’d been in awhile. She should have been out on the town...living it up and learning what it meant to be on her own again.
Instead, she’d barely left the apartment she’d claimed for herself. She’d stocked up on junk food, grabbed a bundle of clothes from All Passions, a handful of books from the library...and just stayed in. She would have preferred a TV but, well, she’d gotten used to that being scarce, too.
She only really left to patrol, and then she tried to be careful to avoid Buffy or any of her pals that might recognize the once-rogue Slayer. Solitude and near-silence, for almost a month, exploring her new prison until the wee hours of the morning, and sleeping well into the afternoon the rest of the day. Her run-in with Buffy and the following dusting of Drusilla, though, changed something. It finally nudged her away from the lingering apathy and towards something a bit more...well...her.
Squinting out at the sunny afternoon outside her window, Faith finally flips open her journal and actually takes the time to address anyone listening]
So...sayin’ a girl wants something to punch around here... what’s it take to figure out this battle dome thing people’ve been talking about?
[if she gets any bites, the first part of her day will be spent at the battle dome, releasing some of the pent up energy that’s been building since her arrival. After that, she’ll be returning the clothes that didn’t fit to All Passions (she hadn’t been particularly careful when Amelia brought her there, that first night), and trying on a whole mess of new things. Girl’s gotta look her best, after all, if she’s gonna check out the night life.
That evening, she’ll swing by Cloud Nine to see what the fuss is about, before patrolling takes her out by the barracks and down by the ocean. And, this time, she might actually stop to get to know some of the locals.]