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buffy anne summers ([personal profile] herotypical) wrote2012-11-01 11:22 am

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

[ 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. ]
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[personal profile] want_take_have 2012-11-08 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't want to care. Coming home from the draft had left her bruised and exhausted and--not that she wanted to admit it--angry...because what was the point of caring and playing the hero if you were just gonna lose? As good as it had felt to be active and fighting again, the added complexity of the infested had taken their emotional toll. All Faith wanted right now was to sleep.

...But after ignoring the entry for a few hours, it keeps gnawing at her. So, finally, she throws on a jacket and slumps down to Good Spirits. When she steps inside, she makes her way straight to the bar, sinking onto one of the barstools as she sought to catch Buffy's eye.

"Yo."
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[personal profile] want_take_have 2012-11-22 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, you know how it is. Nothin' like a taste of horror and destruction to make you remember why you don't miss home."

Which was a lie, through and through, but it seemed like the thing to say.

"I see you're still kickin', too."