Details of the corpse:
Male, early 30's. Brown hair, blue eyes, 5'11". Dark gray suit, white oxford shirt with blue stripes, burgundy paisley print tie. Wallet containing ID-Allen Finch, Sunnydale, CA. (other various wallet type things: video rental card, some cash, credit cards, etc ( Read more... )

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"Scratch you out," Faith muttered in her sleep. Angelus taunted, she parried and dodged his barbs. "Little Miss Muffet ( Read more... )

They'd been walking for fucking hours and were both hungry and thirsty, filthy and tired. The ground had started to slope upwards a little when they came upon a pool made by a fallen tree. It looked sort of new, like maybe the quake had taken it down. There were still ferns that looked like they were growing beneath the surface of the water ( Read more... )

If she could have taken sitting in her hut, she would have. But the cell...see, it had the bars. Sure she could walk in or out like it was no big, but it was that idea of jail. That idea that it kept her out of the gen pop. She'd gone up to the compound and let herself in, finding not only her best buddy V-man, she had Trevor and his fuckin' mouth ( Read more... )

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Faith lead Claude into the jungle, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. This place sucked, but at least she always could find a fuck when she wanted.

Want. Take. Have.

Yeah, some shit never changed.

"So, what are you into, man? Got a kink I should know about?"

When it all got to be too much, Faith took solace in the knowledge that she enough self-control to get her ass into that cell and sit there. It was getting to be more frequent and she knew deep down she needed to figure out abetter way, but when your choices were fight, fuck, hunt or talk to the resident convict, it simpled things up ( Read more... )

Too much with the nice. Too much with the quiet. This place fucking blew. It was worse than prison because at least in the penn you had to watch out for some fucking bulldyke poking you in the shower or that ratty little tweaker stealing your shit. Here...there was nothing to do ( Read more... )

Sometimes she didn't have a problem with death. It was kinda her business, killing. Slaying. Legions of undead and shit. Didn't mean it didn't fucking hurt when they buried Robin. Giles said some nice things and Buffy cried. Faith...Faith put the stake through his heart just in case. He was already dead and she couldn't take it if he came back. He' ( Read more... )