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Post by Faith on Jun 23, 2006 9:12:00 GMT -5
"I know exactly what you mean. So many people come right up close to the supernatural, screaming their heads off, begging it not to kill them. And what do they do if they survive it? Tell the rest of the world to start fighting back? No, the next day they're saying it was a gas leak, or some kind of fluke of nature or kids playing practical jokes. I mean, come on people! How dumb you gotta be?"
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Post by Angel on Jun 23, 2006 9:21:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, people just need to open their eyes and look at the big picture, alright we've run out of time, thanks for calling Faith, it's been a pleasure" As commercials started playing, Mike kept her on the line "Tell me Faith, you're mother's name wouldn't happen to be Nancy would it?"
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Post by Faith on Jun 23, 2006 9:25:24 GMT -5
"Tell me Faith, you're mother's name wouldn't happen to be Nancy would it?"
For a second Faith just sat there, her mouth open like a fish. It was such an unexpected question.
"How the hell do you know that?" She asked, incredulously.
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Post by Angel on Jun 23, 2006 9:32:17 GMT -5
"Well, cos I'm her brother, which would make me you're uncle"
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Post by Faith on Jun 23, 2006 10:49:03 GMT -5
"My uncle?" Suddenly Faith felt a little suspicious. No-one in the family had ever mentioned a Mike. Not that Faith ever stuck around long enough to hear what anyone in her family had to say. Her mother was a drunk. When Faith's father had beat her, she would hit the bottle. Then she would hit Faith. It didn't take long for Faith to loose her love for either of them. When she was called by the watcher's council to become a Slayer, it was almost a relief to leave them behind.
Now, here was a guy claiming to be her uncle. If he was anything like her mother, she really didn't want to know.
"If that's true, then what's my surname?"
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Post by Angel on Jun 23, 2006 10:57:03 GMT -5
"Well assuming you took that poor excuse for your father's last name it'd be Lehane"
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Post by Faith on Jun 23, 2006 11:02:50 GMT -5
She almost dropped the phone. This wasn't real. Couldn't be real, could it? How else would he know her name, or know how much of a piece of crap her father was? It was all too overwhelming, and Faith could hardly get a sentance out.
"...She never mentioned you."
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Post by Angel on Jun 23, 2006 11:05:08 GMT -5
"That's ain't surprising, me and Nancy never saw eye to eye after she got married, truth is we haven't spoken a word to her since you where born, how is she anyway?"
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Post by Faith on Jun 23, 2006 11:17:04 GMT -5
He didn't know. Should she be the one to tell him? She hesitated for a moment.
"She's dead." Was all she could say before she hung up the phone. She didn't want to have to explain to him what had happened, or try and console him. She didn't even know him.
Sitting in stunned silence, Faith tried to process what had just happened, unaware the bag of popcorn on her lap was slowly slipping off. As the contents began to spill to the ground, the sound brought Faith back to reality.
"Dammit!" she muttered as she jumped to stop anymore falling out. Dumping the half empty bag ontop of the books, she bent down behind the desk and started to pick up the pieces.
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
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Post by Wesley on Jul 2, 2006 0:25:53 GMT -5
Wesley and Anna had made their way back to the Hyperion in near silence. A heavy weight had fallen over them, with the reality that they would soon be facing the banshee head-on heavy on their minds. Anna drove, and Wesley spent most of his time staring at the top of the box the old woman had given him.
He wondered if the woman knew the shard's true value, it's true potential? Both for good, and for bad. She must know, having seen the troubled look on her face when Wes had mentioned it.
Wes made his way into the hotel, his focus still on the box, and made a beeline for his office. He turned to Anna as he walked. "I've just got to put this somewhere safe, then we'll head off to find the next piece," he explained, then stepped into his office.
He made it to the desk, but froze when he reached to set the box down for a moment. He frowned and made a face, reaching to pick up one of the odd, white objects scattered across the surface. Popcorn, he thought to himself. If Gunn was eating in here, he was going to kill him...
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Post by Faith on Jul 2, 2006 8:50:49 GMT -5
From her vantage point knelt on the floor, Faith saw two feet enter the room and stand for a moment on the other side of the desk. She jumped up quickly, realising the shoes belonged to Wesley, and banged her head on the underside of the desk top.
"Aargh, dammit!" She yelled, dropping the popcorn she had so far managed to pick up. She put one hand on the top of the desk and pulled herself up, rubbing the back of her head with the other.
"Wes, I, er..." She noticed he was looking less than pleased that sticky corn was scattered over his books and quickly tried to gather some of it back into the bag.
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 2, 2006 16:34:11 GMT -5
There was a crash, and a shout of "Aargh, dammit!" from below the desk.
He gave a little yelp that he was sure was going to embarrass him later, and grabbed for the first weapon he could find. He ended up holding a pair of scissors out towards where a dark haired head had just appeared. He recognized it as Faith, and relaxed just a little bit, though he was still quite tense. Just what was she doing in his office? Getting popcorn butter all over his books at that. A look of horror went across his face at that thought.
"Wes, I, er..." she stuttered, then began to scoop the popcorn back into the bag.
He stood for a moment, trying to get his bearings. "Faith...uh...what are you doing?"
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Post by Faith on Jul 2, 2006 17:27:05 GMT -5
Faith chewed the inside of her mouth a little, thinking of a good excuse that would sound more credible than I was routing through your stuff and getting comfy in your chair because I was bored.
"I was looking for a tv, and well, couldn't find one, but I did find your radio." She said, going to switch it off again. "Not a lot to do around here, y'know, and....did you yelp?"
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Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
Posts: 434
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Post by Wesley on Jul 2, 2006 17:36:22 GMT -5
Wesley sighed and set the scissors down on the desk. Then he thought again and slid them a little further from Faith. Just in case, he told himself. He tightened his grip on the box in his hands, moving a little closer to the safe he had against a wall.
"I was looking for a tv, and well, couldn't find one, but I did find your radio."
He shook his head. "I haven't got a television. Never much time to watch anything, nor the inclination to watch it." He looked down at the radio. "And I'm surprised that bloody thing still works."
"Not a lot to do around here, y'know, and....did you yelp?"
His face flushed a little bit, and he went over to the safe, swiftly putting in the combination before pulling it open. He put the box inside carefully, then shut the door, making sure it was locked. "I didn't yelp. I...made a sound of surprise. I'm not accustomed to women popping out from behind my desk. And if they do, they're usually of a demonic variety."
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Post by Faith on Jul 2, 2006 17:41:03 GMT -5
"Oh, hey...sorry." She put the popcorn bag down by the door and slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans while she watched him handle the small box like it was a precious jewel.
"So...what's in the box?" She asked curiously.
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