5x5.002 - text - bored already
Having time on her hand and nothing to do with it wasn't a new concept for Faith, but over the past few years that time on her hand was behind prison walls and in general, a lot less creepy. Angel would visit her, she'd work out, avoid those crazy shrink questions about her envy issues, and mostly she'd just keep out of trouble.
It was smart to keep her head down in prison.
She wasn't in prison though, at least not the same sort of prison she had been in. They'd given her a room, a phone, apparently, free range of the place, and were providing her with clothing that didn't match the walls.
Buffy was here though, which didn't exactly make things simple. Plus, she'd only met a handful of people so far. It was easy to say being Susie Neighborhood wasn't her deal. She'd been messing with the phone she'd been given, scrolling through the names on the contact list, amused to see Dawnie and Cor on there, but the rest of them were strangers. Strangers that she might not mind getting a feel for.
Picking a number at random she sent out a text message, then continued on down the list. Varying the messages only to a handful of choices. They were classics at least.
[option one] I can't believe you did that. I hate you. We're not friends anymore.
[option two] What are you wearing?
[option three] You're late. We were supposed to meet twelve minutes ago.
[option four] I need to do laundry.
[ooc: Feel free to have your character get any of those four text messages. She sent one of them out to everyone in the darn phone, so pick one and run with it if you like.]
It was smart to keep her head down in prison.
She wasn't in prison though, at least not the same sort of prison she had been in. They'd given her a room, a phone, apparently, free range of the place, and were providing her with clothing that didn't match the walls.
Buffy was here though, which didn't exactly make things simple. Plus, she'd only met a handful of people so far. It was easy to say being Susie Neighborhood wasn't her deal. She'd been messing with the phone she'd been given, scrolling through the names on the contact list, amused to see Dawnie and Cor on there, but the rest of them were strangers. Strangers that she might not mind getting a feel for.
Picking a number at random she sent out a text message, then continued on down the list. Varying the messages only to a handful of choices. They were classics at least.
[option one] I can't believe you did that. I hate you. We're not friends anymore.
[option two] What are you wearing?
[option three] You're late. We were supposed to meet twelve minutes ago.
[option four] I need to do laundry.
[ooc: Feel free to have your character get any of those four text messages. She sent one of them out to everyone in the darn phone, so pick one and run with it if you like.]