Falling

[slayer_wannabe_]

Los Angeles, California.
The Hyperion, Basement.

Kennedy sits on the floor, both legs drawn close to her chest, one leg crossed over the other. She looks up at the sound of footsteps descending down the stairs, her eyes red-glazed, her cheeks tear streaked. A look of horror and fascination comes over her face when she realizes who stands before

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[_faith_]

Faith crept down the basement stairs. It had been all she could do to keep herself away ever since she'd found out that her tormentor was down there. Kennedy. That was her name, and she was a potential Slayer. A not-very-nice smile adorned her lips as she stealthily approached the part of the basement that held the cage. She wanted the girl to be surprised when she saw her.

[slayer_wannabe_]

Kennedy sat in her spot, arms wrapped around her legs, forehead on her knees. The worst of the tremors had passed for now, but she knew they’d come on just as worse in an hour or so. She needed to get out. Get to Knox. She hated feeling completely out of control, and at least the drugs offered some semblance of that. Control.

She decided she needed to get up, keep moving, and keep herself occupied. She looked up and smirked, “took you long enough, Faithy,” was all she could say.

[_faith_]

"Mmm." Faith approached the cage, trailing her fingers sinuously along the bars. It was so nice to see this bitch on the inside of them, locked in. She smiled more broadly. "I ain't like you. I think about shit before I do it, these days," she cooed.

She stopped, peering in at Kennedy, a mock-concerned expression on her face.

[slayer_wannabe_]

“How’s that streak coming along, by the way?” Kennedy stands, pressing her hands against the wall to support her up. She’s weak, but not as weak as she’s pretending. “Since Chucky, right? Nice screw-up, though I would have gone for Cordelia myself, the legs that she’s got.” Kennedy cat-called.

Kennedy took slow deliberate steps closer to the bars, “am I right in saying she’s the only person in this building you haven’t screwed yet?”

[queencor]

Cordy headed down the basement steps, having heard voices. She arched an eyebrow at Faith and Kennedy, crossing her arms and clearing her throat. "Having fun girls?" she asked.

[slayer_wannabe_]

Kennedy rolled her eyes, great. And yet didn’t utter a word. Keeping her back to the two women.

[_faith_]

"I'm havin' a wonderful time," Faith said, her voice coy. She smiled at Cordelia. "Long time no talk, C."

[queencor]

"Yeah, that's probably because I've been avoiding you." Cordy said pleasantly. "But hi! Want to come run around Lawyer hell with Angel and I?" she smiled. Some of her animosity towards Faith had abated, and that showed, but they weren't friends. "It's probably going to be more stimulating than sitting down here talking to psycho druggie girl." she said. "Oh and never know, we might die. Sound like fun?"