but i don't care if i'm granted for all these things ;;
WHO || withouthandbook & gota2ndchance
WHAT || Save the cheerleader - no, not that one! The other one.
WHERE || Los Angeles, California
WHEN || Heroes, Season 1. (2006)
HOW || Prose.
She'd managed to make it through to halftime. That, in and of itself, was a miracle. It wasn't so much that she lacked the skill of a true Laker Girl; it was more that she just didn't fit in with their personalities. She'd been that girl once. Once. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. She wasn't the same girl she'd been at Hemery. She hadn't been for a long while. Becoming the Slayer, moving to Sunnydale… She'd made friends there; her life had completely changed there. After Sunnydale's destruction, she'd moved on. Los Angeles seemed like the most logical choice, at least for the time being. There was enough going on there that Buffy figured her skills could be put to good use. It wasn't a bad place to gather and train the potentials, either.
Right before the halftime show started, she'd scoured the crowd. She had no idea that there was the biggest of big bads watching her, able to see her, while she was looking for it and having no clue what it looked like, or where it was. Or who; she wasn't even sure it was an it. She just knew she needed to get through this game and stop whatever bad thing was bound to happen from happening. Keeping the act up wasn't too hard, but it wasn't anything she'd ever want to repeat again. If she could avoid it, she would. But this was reconnaissance, and a necessary evil.
Luckily, she could see really, really well from being the one that was launched into the air and caught in that basket thing, or whatever they called it. Nobody was really standing out to her. No one was screaming "hey, I'm big evil, here to kill everyone", in any capacity. Her red flags weren't going up. So she went right on trucking through the halftime show, and when it was finally over, she got the all clear to go take a quick break. She didn't want to hit up the locker room; it kinda smelled really, really gross, so she just headed out into the corridors of the fieldhouse. It was surprisingly empty. The concession stands weren't even crowded. The game was really intense, though - she wasn't surprised. She plopped down at the top of one of the sets of stairs, looking out the gigantic windows onto the city streets, and heaved a sigh. "Some night," she muttered to herself, breaking open the bottle of water she'd been provided. She took a drink, and just tried to relax. Fifteen minutes of nothing would be more than enough to get her through the rest of the night.
She had no idea that the thing she'd been looking for had been fixed on her the whole time, or that it had watched her leave the court. She hadn't even the slightest inkling that it had started following her, watching her from little nooks and shadows where she wouldn't see it. Buffy felt watched from time to time, and would look over her shoulder, but she wasn't really all that concerned. It was a giant sports venue. People were bound to look at the cheerleader on the stairs. So she didn't think anything of it.
She'd find out soon enough why that was a big mistake on her part.
WHAT || Save the cheerleader - no, not that one! The other one.
WHERE || Los Angeles, California
WHEN || Heroes, Season 1. (2006)
HOW || Prose.
She'd managed to make it through to halftime. That, in and of itself, was a miracle. It wasn't so much that she lacked the skill of a true Laker Girl; it was more that she just didn't fit in with their personalities. She'd been that girl once. Once. A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. She wasn't the same girl she'd been at Hemery. She hadn't been for a long while. Becoming the Slayer, moving to Sunnydale… She'd made friends there; her life had completely changed there. After Sunnydale's destruction, she'd moved on. Los Angeles seemed like the most logical choice, at least for the time being. There was enough going on there that Buffy figured her skills could be put to good use. It wasn't a bad place to gather and train the potentials, either.
Right before the halftime show started, she'd scoured the crowd. She had no idea that there was the biggest of big bads watching her, able to see her, while she was looking for it and having no clue what it looked like, or where it was. Or who; she wasn't even sure it was an it. She just knew she needed to get through this game and stop whatever bad thing was bound to happen from happening. Keeping the act up wasn't too hard, but it wasn't anything she'd ever want to repeat again. If she could avoid it, she would. But this was reconnaissance, and a necessary evil.
Luckily, she could see really, really well from being the one that was launched into the air and caught in that basket thing, or whatever they called it. Nobody was really standing out to her. No one was screaming "hey, I'm big evil, here to kill everyone", in any capacity. Her red flags weren't going up. So she went right on trucking through the halftime show, and when it was finally over, she got the all clear to go take a quick break. She didn't want to hit up the locker room; it kinda smelled really, really gross, so she just headed out into the corridors of the fieldhouse. It was surprisingly empty. The concession stands weren't even crowded. The game was really intense, though - she wasn't surprised. She plopped down at the top of one of the sets of stairs, looking out the gigantic windows onto the city streets, and heaved a sigh. "Some night," she muttered to herself, breaking open the bottle of water she'd been provided. She took a drink, and just tried to relax. Fifteen minutes of nothing would be more than enough to get her through the rest of the night.
She had no idea that the thing she'd been looking for had been fixed on her the whole time, or that it had watched her leave the court. She hadn't even the slightest inkling that it had started following her, watching her from little nooks and shadows where she wouldn't see it. Buffy felt watched from time to time, and would look over her shoulder, but she wasn't really all that concerned. It was a giant sports venue. People were bound to look at the cheerleader on the stairs. So she didn't think anything of it.
She'd find out soon enough why that was a big mistake on her part.