voice + action ✪ there must be some way to bring the hero home

[herotypical]

[ after a week of agonizing combat, buffy summers returns home with only exhaustion on her mind. despite all the excitement and crisis, there's little left to do other than collapse onto her bed and fall into a sleep fit for a weary, worn-out soul. morning sees her feeling no less -- shudder -- zombieish. the horror of the last week is bone-and-marrow deep and has yet to fully make itself known in her system. the slayer is running on auxillery humanity, stringing herself along from second to second until she can find a friendly face. find willow and...

and all she finds is an empty room. an empty closet. empty drawers. her best friend is gone. deported while she wasn't even looking. come the afternoon, after she's gotten the first onslaught of emotions out of her system, buffy sits alone on the empty bed. she addresses her journal: ]

Willow and I have this game we like to play. Willow Rosenberg. She was in town...but now she's not. [ a pause allows buffy to catch her breath. to stay strong. ] We call it 'Anywhere But Here' -- self-explanatory, really. Pick a fantasty-elsewhere to be and a fantasy-someone to share it with. I'm not talking about the obvious ones: home or family or anything even remotely whiffing of responsibility. I'm talking about fun. I'm talking about pure escapism. I'm talking Daniel Craig on the beach or Amy Yip at the waterpark.

I'll go first. Show you how it's done. [ but which escape route from reality should she take? ] The '88 Winter Olympics. The Saddledome. Calgary, of all places. Brian Boitano is taking the time to personally skate me through his gold medal routine. Perhaps there's hot chocolate involved. I, being made entirely of my own imagination, copy each move perfectly.

Got it? Good. Because now it's your turn.

[ when her broken little tribute to an absent friend is finished, she'll be searching out her injured pirate (wherever he may be convalescing) and it's off to good spirits, where she can be found working a shift behind the bar. ]

Comments

[Voice]

[herotypical]

Twenty-twelve. Is that your when?

[ archery, though? she can dig that. ]

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

Yeah. I like London. And what's the point in looking back?

[Voice]

[herotypical]

God. It was just about barely two-thousand-and-five. For me. Everyone's still looking forward to Beijing. Athens just finished up.

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

Huh. The time differences are kind of a pain.

Beijing was pretty impressive, have to say.

[Voice]

[herotypical]

[ if she's very very lucky, she'll live to see it. ]

How'd we do? And by we I mean that I'm presuming you're American. I'm kind of an entitled jerk like that.

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

[Clint can sympathise with that sentiment. He's glad he's lived long enough to reach 2012.]

Second to China in the rankings, most medals overall. 36 golds.

[Voice]

[herotypical]

Yay team. Are you a legit olympian-wannabe or is the archery goal strictly fantastical?

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

It was a proud moment.

I could sweep the Archery at the Olympics if I went. I promised my boss I wouldn't make a spectacle of myself though.

: [Voice]

[herotypical]

Brag much? [ a dry laugh. she's trying hard to be a good sport. ] But since you've already broken the bragging seal, then I have to tell you that I could likely to the same.

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

[God it's nice to be talking about something normal after the draft.]

Not bragging if it's the truth.

Oh? You're an archer then? Be interested to see you shoot sometime.

[Voice]

[herotypical]

I'm a...I'm a lot of things. A Buffy-of-all-trades, if you will.

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

No shame in that. I dabble in a lot of things myself. Archery is my one true love though.

Buffy? That your name? I'm Clint.

[Voice]

[herotypical]

Buffy Summers, in point of fact. Nice to meet you, Clint. [ clint. she's heard the name recently, but she doesn't think much of it. ] And as much as I'd love to show off, I think I'll be sticking to the non-combative hobbies for the next little while. Paperfolding, for example. I make a mean origami crane.

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

Clint Barton.

I think everyone needs some downtime right now after that draft.

[Origama huh? Not anything he's ever tried.]

I'm not sure I actually have any non-combative hobbies. And archery is pretty much my life.

If you ever do feel like a match or something though...

[Voice]

[herotypical]

[ another cool chuckle. distant. disconnected. going through the motions. ]

Let's compromise. [ buffy doesn't really like training with many people, let alone strangers. ] How are you with darts?

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

[Oh, that's a sound he recognises. Maybe he shouldn't have offered, but what can he say, he likes a challenge.]

Very good.

[Voice]

[herotypical]

We've got a board down at the bar. If you've done your homework and checked out the guide, you probably already know that Buffy Summers is a barmaid there.

[ a-and the woman who brought down the third party's general so many years ago in their initial invasion. but that's not the point right now. ]

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

I may have glanced through it, yeah.

[And memorised every pertinent detail because it was his job.]

Sounds good. I'll come down sometime.

I'm sorry if I was being pushy. Just not often I meet someone who can be a challenge.

[Voice]

[herotypical]

Hey. You don't know yet if I will be. Fingers crossed?

I have a shift tonight. Check for the blonde behind the bar.

[Voice]

[asthehawkflies]

I'll do that. I think I could use a drink right now anyway.

[Voice > Action]

[herotypical]

You and half the freaking bubble.

[ but -- because it's her job -- she'll be there. waiting on people. scrubbing down the bar. chatting with some familiar face. ]

[Voice > Action]

[asthehawkflies]

Amen.

[He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he needed a drink. He's sent off a few messages to people to join him and turns up later that evening and heads to the bar.]

Buffy Summers?

[herotypical]

[ ...

silently, she stares at him. stares hard. she knew a man, once, with this face. but that man was long gone. but the last draft had her thinking on him often and-- ]

S-sorry. Is that you, Clint?

[ she lowers the glass she had previously been cleaning. ]

[asthehawkflies]

[Oh hell. He recognises that look, that recognition because he's seen Adele wear it when she forgets who he is.]

Yeah. That's me.

[he looks away, a slightly bitter smile on his lips.]

Let me guess, you knew a guy who looked just like me?

[herotypical]

Casual friends. It's impossible not to meet just about everyone who comes through this place, if they're of drinking age.

[ clint also happens to be the face-twin of one of her vampire ex-boyfriend's tormented victims, but luckily she never had the chance to meet that guy... ]