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Jul 11, 2005 22:16

So here I am sittin' in this rotting jail cell. You'd think they'd make it a lil maore comfortable. I'm getting anxious. It's been days since I got wind of this feeling that I just couldn't shake. Maybe my slayer sanse wasn't working as well as I thought. I mean, this feeling was pretty positive, but maybe lack of the outside world is gettin' to me ( Read more... )

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yammerer_willow July 14 2005, 17:36:55 UTC
I was in the office, reading while I waited on Angel when I heard Faith. Last time I checked she was in prison, how did she get out?

"Umm hi?"

I said as I peeked out of the office curious.

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connedconnor July 14 2005, 17:45:09 UTC
I headed over to the hotel, hoping Dad was there. Maybe now he'd let me stay there since we seem to be back on good terms. Of course, he got Cordelia, the bastard, and I was going to dislike being around that, but I was lonely where I was.

I headed up the front steps of the Hyperion, and opened the door to see this hot chick in the lobby and some other redheaded chick poking her head from Angel's office. I guess while dad and Cordy were being all lovey-dovey, he had to hire someone else to man the office.

"Uh...this is still Angel Inc, right? 'Cause I don't know either of you. And if you're here to cause trouble, be advised that I can take care of the both of you."

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yammerer_willow July 14 2005, 17:50:25 UTC
"Ahh you must be Angel's son"

I said with a small smile, still trying to figure out how Faith was here.

"Why are you here Faith?"

I finally asked, which didn't seem to make her happy. I guess I can relate with how Buffy and Xander treated me when I came back, I just instinctivly want to be afraid of her.

"Sorry, I..I guess I should be more understanding"

I said softly.

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thats_my_word July 17 2005, 18:58:31 UTC
Sighing I swung open the basement door made my way up the last step.

"It was a rat. You're seriously telling me you fight monsters for a living and your afraid of rats?"

I heard a noise come out of his mouth. The start of which I'm guessing was some lame macho tough guy defense.

"Yeah I'm sure you have some great big childhood trauma... Probably killed some kid with a rat and were a social outcast. Or you know maybe, just a giant wussy man. Not so much caring."

I was about to go look for some trouble, another job maybe, when I noticed the large group of people in the lobby.

"Um, Hi. Was there some kind of party nobody told me about?"

My eyes darted from person to person before finally settling on the ground.

"Tough crowd. Everyone always so friendly?"

I sat down on the opposite end of the front desk from the newest new girl.

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