I'll be using this journal for roleplaying purposes.

Gotta be said, being accidentally sucked through some bloody weird time portal job at some lesbo party and ending up in a new city in the early morning and almost bursting into flames has got to be one of the weirdest evenings out I've had. And I'm counting the night with the shrimp and the frisky barmaid with a limp ( Read more... )

stepped out of the car, surveying the crushed "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign. It was a little ritual of mine, knocking that down whenever I came back. I defiant spit in the face at the powers that be in this town. Course, this was the first time in a while I was actually able to do any damage in Sunnydale. Years, in fact. But a lot had changed since ( Read more... )

The lonely road you chose to travel on,
It must seem awfully long,
Innocence all gone -
It must be wrong
To hide your lovely face away...I felt like I had been travelling for months. Years even. And in a way I suppose I had; it'd taken me years to get to the point where I could think - really think, not self-deluding-nearly-becoming-a-rapist ( Read more... )

I never thought, my back scraping against the wall in that alleyway, that I would live. I was pretty certain it was the end for me. For all of us, to be honest. Didn't help matters when Illyria brought the news Wes had died. I didn't know the bloke that well, but I liked him, and he was definitely the brains of our organisation. I was just one ( Read more... )

Seeing as how Joyce was so worried, I dropped the Bit off back at her house. Don't reckon Dawn was too happy about that, but she didn't complain too much. Probably a bit worried when she heard that her sis hadn't turned up at home. It was possible she was just out on the town, but I didn't reckon it was likely. New, human Buffy wasn't going to put ( Read more... )

Bloody... what the... sodding shagging... hell just happened ( Read more... )

I held the telephone receiver in my hand for a long time. Sunlight poured across the desk, and normally I would be feeling amazed yet again that I wasn't on flames, but not today. The phone made a low buzzing sound. Dead air. Glancing at the clock, I realised that I had been sitting like this for ten minutes. I replaced the receiver and got up ( Read more... )

It had been hot in the desert, hot and dry and I could feel the sun even though I was in the night. The sun constantly waiting, like a predator, to gnaw away my skin and bones and eat me up. Maybe I wanted it. The end, the nothing. Better than the pain. She made me weak, the bitch, first by making me love her, then by dying, then by coming back. I ( Read more... )

Anya wanted to talk again last night. What the bloody hell are we meant to talk about? "I shagged Xander, I'm sorry." "Yes, I know, pet, but you chose me, so it's over." "But I'm worried I've hurt you!" "I'm fine!" And so it goes, on and on. She's been like this all bloody week. Now she's got it into her head that I don't like her because I don't ( Read more... )