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Trend Setta [25 Apr 2005|03:48pm]

_badass_slayer_
[ mood | moody ]

(Continued from here.)

I can't believe I'm doin' this. Faith, badass slayer extraordinaire, is puttin' on pink sweatpants. I think Hell just froze over, cuz ordinarily? You wouldn't catch me dead in a pair of these things. Why I agreed to take the fuckin' things is beyond me, yo. Didn't really have a choice either way, I guess. Seein' as how it was the only pair of pants that I could wear, and all, I probably shouldn't be complainin'; but damn, they're pink! And not average, everyday girly pink. This pink is what I liked to call Burn-Your-Fuckin'-Eyeballs-Out Pink.

Whatev, it's five-by-five to me so long as Wes don't snicker when I walk out, I'll just bite my tongue and deal.

Lookin' at myself in the floor length mirror, I grumble about Queen C's color preferences until I notice how hot my ass is in the pants. And somehow? That makes it a little more bareable.

But not by much, though.

The shirt he gave me is about ten sizes too big, so I had to tuck it all the way down into my fuckin' socks. I'm just a regular fashion queen today, aren't I? Fuck it, I'll wear my jacket over it.

Jeez.

Once I'm done tryin' to make myself look less stupid -- which isn't really workin' since I do look stupid -- I swing my hips and walk out the door. Spottin' Wes hard at work on his laptop, I point a finger in his direction and give him my Dont-Fuck-With-Me glare, "One word outta you, and I swear I'll deck you."

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Solving a Mistery [12 Feb 2005|07:25pm]

_wes_pryce_
Continued from Here

I'd managed to take care of my hand without Faith loosing it again. Mostly because she was in the kitchen eating more food. I'd just finished taping up the bandage when she stormed past and into her bedroom. I mean, my guest room. Wonder what's wrong now, but since she's not yelling or ranting or raving or god forbid, crying, I'm guessing it's just one of those Faith things.

I'm to tired to care right now. It's been quite a day. First Faith showing up at my doorstep. Then the fight we had in the pub, where she actually apologized to me. Something I'd never thought I'd life to see, let alone hear. But here it was, though it wasn't at all like in my dreams. Speaking of which, it would seem Faith is haunted by dreams. No idea why, other then that they're about the night of the torture. Part of me thinks it serves her right. She should be punished for what she did.

But a larger part of me understands now. And another part has always thought I deserved what she did to me then.

But the main problem no seems to be the fact that she was released from jail, without any papers. She never asked for them, she never wondered where they were, never thought about the fact that she was going to need those. Hell no, she just walk out of there without using her brain. Stupid twit. And now here we were, both of us knowing something was very wrong, but not having one single solitary clue. Just marvelous.

Sighing, I glanced at the door she left though. I'm to tired to deal any more with her right now. I'm exhausted from today. I don't think I've been this active in...months. Not since I've had my throat slit and Angel tried to kill me. And here's another thing. I'm going to have to look forward of waking up without a hangover. That'll be a novelty. Putting the vodka back in the fridge, I debate for a moment about making tea. But I'm really to tired to do anything other then just fall face down on the bed and sleep for a decade. Which is exactly what I'm going to do.
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Finding a home [02 Feb 2005|03:55pm]

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[ mood | determined ]

(Continued from here.)

I can tell from the way Wes reacts to my idea, that he's reluctant. Which I get, but we have to do somethin', man. If I'm stayin'-like I planned- then I'll need a job of some sort. And since Angel and company kicked Wes out on his ass, he needs one too. So...why not work together. Seems pretty easy to me. But he's gotta mull it over and shit.

I snap outta my thoughts when he asks about seein' Angel, and cuz I didn't technically see or talk with Soul Boy, I'm not real sure how to answer. But, whatev. If Wes wants to know, I'll tell him. "I didn't see him," I start, "Talked to some black dude and his chic instead. Said Angel was out, so I didn't pry. They were wicked shady about you, though, and that's why I came knockin' on your door. Couldn't find Soul Boy, so I went to your place to find out what the fuck was goin' on." I take one last sip from my drink and say, "Kinda glad he ain't around right now, cuz he and I would have a serious sit down about what went down between you two. That a good enough answer for ya?"

None of that's a lie, either. If I see Ang, he's gonna have lots of explainin' to do. I mean, smotherin' Wes with a pillow? Hello, not a good idea. Seems weird to me, Angel would do that to his best friend. I get that Wes stole his kid, but fuck! No wonder Wesley's so bitter and PO'd at everyone. He has every right to be. And that's why I want us to start our own thing. Could be fun.

"We ready to split?" I ask before nosey Nora comes back. It's almost dawn, anyway. We should head home...er...I mean, to Wesley's apartment. This is gonna take a lot of adjustin', yo.

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Getting to know you...Getting to know me. [29 Jan 2005|01:02am]

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[ mood | moody ]

Continued from Here

Some hunting to doCollapse )

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Chance Card: Get Out of Jail Free. Do Not Pass Go - Collect Your Redemption Here. [23 Jan 2005|06:22pm]

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"I was your Watcher, Faith. And if you kill me, there's just one thing I want you to remember."
"What's that, love?"
"You are a piece of sh-"
"You're one to talk! Guess we'll just have to try a little harder."

Smashing the glass out of picture frame nearby, I study the jagged shard closely.

"We'll switch to sharp for a while."


Just when you think things can't get any weirder...Collapse )
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