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herotypical) wrote2012-11-01 11:22 am
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. ]
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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"A Swiss ski resort. Roaring fires and chocolate fondue a-plenty. There'd be a little chalet that's so quaint and lovely that there'd be no reason to actually go out into the cold. You'd just stay wrapped up inside, watching old Bond films.
And Johnny Depp would not be unwelcome."
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"Johnny Depp. Who's he?"
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"An actor. Of the mostly very famous variety."
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Did she understand the likely consequence of how much Jack Sparrow resembled Johnny Depp? Yeah. Yeah, she did. But this was the first time she's ever really indulged the less disquieting shades of that consequence.
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Sokka didn't sound convinced. What was so great about cheekbones?
"Personally, I don't see the appear in actors. They act. Big deal."
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And it was just about the exact same word that applied to this whole game.
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what masa why didn't you tell me i missed this!!!
because I could
i thought you were ignoring it until finally i was like THIS IS WEIRD I AM GOING TO INVESTIGATE
Her eyes flicker over the assembled crowd. Just making sure no one else needs her help. There was, of course, an injured pirate back at the house who probably did need her help but...but Buffy found that being out and about was almost better.
For her. For him, too, maybe. For who really wanted the Slayer's company at a time like this? She bestowed a small smile on Sokka. A brittle smile.
"Los Angeles -- Hollywood -- is where a lot of the movie stuff gets filmed."
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She hoped that cleared something up.
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Okay. Maybe a few.
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"So..."
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It's been so long.
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I'm so tired of it."
A changed woman, really, when compared against the Buffy who had scolded him by the river.
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"Everything about this place is exhausting."
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Hardly hilarious.
"How somewhere you don't hafta work for your bread -- somewhere away from the hustle and bustle of..." reality "...home. It's still so -- well, you put right. Exhausting. So exhausting doing nothing all the time."
But now even Buffy noticed the pallor cast over the conversation, so: "I'm going to make you one of my very special apple ciders."
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