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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 12, 2006 17:16:59 GMT -5
Fred stood in the bathroom after Angel had left "Call Angel's phone...she's asleep...Cordy's ok...Fred calm down you can do this...Angel would not have left if he did not think you could!"
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Post by Faith on May 12, 2006 17:51:19 GMT -5
Faith had pretty much fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. After a while, she started to dream, bits and pieces of what had happened.
Cut me loose sometime...times up...just human... no-one ever uses guns...can't say I enjoy this....
In her dream she felt the dirt pressing down on her and she clawwed her way to the top, only to find Wesley standing over the grave. "I think I wanna hear you scream..." he said as he pushed her back down into the suffocating dirt.
"No!" she called out. Waking up in a sweat, it took her a minute to realise she wasn't in her cell. Her body was aching all over and she felt sticky and grimy. Sitting up, she slowly pulled off her jacket. Dried dirt broke off it and onto the floor. It stuck to her arm where she had been cut by Henry's blade. Giving it a firm tug, she pulled it off, along with a little of the dried blood that had held it on. She sat there a moment, inspecting the cut and the bullet wound in her stomach.
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 12, 2006 18:11:15 GMT -5
Fred ran in from the bathroom as she heard Faith cry out. "Are you alright?" Want me to call Angel? He's gone to see Cordy...well Wesley more than Cordy...well to check Cordy's ok, but Wesley is already there...you want anything? Can I help at all?"
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Post by Faith on May 12, 2006 18:20:40 GMT -5
Faith stared at Fred while she rambled on. Where does Angel find 'em, she thought.
"No, it's alright. You don't need to call Angel." She offered up a half smile. "I think I can manage." Still a little groggy, she decided a shower would wake her up, if not clean off half the cemetary's dirt she had brought with her. Gingerly, she stood up, keeping her hand on the edge of the bed in case her legs weren't up to the task.
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 12, 2006 18:48:01 GMT -5
Fred grabbed Faith's hand trying to steady her, She did not look well enough to stand but Fred was not one to argue. She had overheard that she was in prison? She was not one to judge, but did not want to test her patience.
"Do you need to take a shower? I got you some towels, I can go get ya my shampoo and stuff, it's totally cool for you to borrow them!"
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Post by Faith on May 13, 2006 15:17:02 GMT -5
Faith made a point of looking herself up and down and answered sarcastically. "I'm not sure, do you think a shower's totally necessary?"
Without thinking, she pushed Fred's hand away. "I got it. It's okay." Straightening up, she walked into the bathroom unaided. Gotta stand on my own two feet. Fred followed, typically rambling on as usual, but Faith wasn't really listening. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was dirty black, save for the cleaner lines where her tears had run down her cheeks. Her hair was matted and had bits of soil still stuck in it. She had once tried to imagine what she would look like if she ever came back as a vampire. Crawling out from her own grave like death warmed up, this was pretty much how she had thought she would appear.
More than anything else she was thinking about finding Henry Elder and making him pay. A lot of people had tried to kill her since she had been in prison, but this was the first time she had taken it personally. Damn Wolfram and Hart had some front to organise her release for the sole purpose of trying to off her. Something Fred said brought her back to reality and she forced her anger away. She wasn't ready to go back to being the old Faith. The Slayer. She might not be able to control herself.
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 13, 2006 16:18:04 GMT -5
Fred was hurt Faith had pushed her away, she was trying to help, she liked to help, plus Angel had asked her too. Fred raised her eyebrows then followed her into the bathroom.
"Look I know y'all like to be all independant, but you're hurt! Really hurt, and Im trying to help. I'm just gonna go get some toiletries for ya to use, unless ya wanna smell like a guy? I didn't think so! I'll be right back, if ya need me shout, but I'll run anyway!"
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Post by Faith on May 13, 2006 16:57:24 GMT -5
Fred was out the door before Faith could answer. She sighed. I guess she doesn't know what I really am. When she finds out, she might not be so friendly.
Leaning into the shower, she turned on the water, as hot as she could stand it. Carefully she pealed off the bandage on her stomach. The bleeding had stopped and it was beginning to scab over. Wouldn't take long to heal fully. Once it had done, she could get back out there and find her assassin. As she undressed, dried dirt crumbled off her clothes and she just left them in a pile on the floor to step into the hot water of the shower. It stung a little on her wounds, but the pain helped her focus her mind on what she would do next. Currently her plans involved weapons. Lots of weapons.
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 13, 2006 17:13:38 GMT -5
Fred knocked before entering, not looking at any time at Faith, "Oh I'm sorry didn't mean to...well here is the shampoo and stuff...Cordy bought it for me...she's so kind! I hope she's ok? A-Are you ok?"
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Post by Faith on May 13, 2006 17:18:01 GMT -5
Faith opened the shower door and took the bottles from Fred. "Thanks," closing the door again, she deflected the last question. "So what's up with queen Cordelia then?"
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 13, 2006 17:34:30 GMT -5
Fred smiled, happy Faith had not told her to get out or been mean. She knew looking at her she did not want to leave her alone.
Fred put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. "Cordy has visions, they are sent to her from the Powers that be? I don't know who they are but they seem important...so she had one on the phone...or before she phoned? I'm not sure, but Angel and Wesley went to help...I was supposed to listen, but Angel said it wasn't my fault...I still feel bad though...are you ok? Y'all need anything else? Or do you just wanna talk, cause I like to talk.."
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Post by Faith on May 13, 2006 18:16:38 GMT -5
"I can see that." Faith shook her head in the shower. "Where did Angel find you?"
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Post by Shannon Manners on May 13, 2006 18:22:54 GMT -5
Fred was quiet a moment wondering whether to tell the truth, but then realised if she knew Angel she knew the world was not the easy place people thought it was.
"I was in a different dimention...Pylea...I doubt you heard of it...but he saved me..I would have certainly died, he stopped it, bought me back to this dimension, saved me..I'm still getting over it...Cordelia was there...they made her their queen, they didn't do that to me."
Fred's voice trailed off and she played with her hands.
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Post by Faith on May 13, 2006 18:47:00 GMT -5
"Pylea? Nope never heard of it." She'd had to wash her hair three times, just to get the grime out. The water was running black down her back.
"They actually made Cordy a queen?" She paused trying to picture it. "Man, I bet she loved that. Can't imagine how you managed to pull her away from such a place."
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 13, 2006 18:51:12 GMT -5
Fred giggled, Faith was so funny, she hoped they could be friends she seemed nice, and very brave.
"Oh she kept the crown! Actually she bought lots of stuff back here...I'm sure she thinks about it a lot! I do too, but they didn't make me queen so I have nightmares about it, the necklaces, the slavery, and the food!"
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