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Who: Buffy, Dawn
Where: Summers' Home
When: Late Afternoon/Early evening
Status: Incomplete
Buffy had spent another long day at the Magic Box. Not working, of course, but training. Then again, being a Slayer could be considered work since she did it full time. More than full time, actually. If only she could get paid for it--she'd probably be a millionaire by now. Then she could buy that adorable and overpriced cardigan she saw the other day at Bloomingdale's…
She had been working harder than ever. She was trying to be a better Slayer to get all in touch with her primal side--whatever that meant. She actually looked forward to patrolling these days. Her sixteen-year-old self would definitely think she was crazy.
She unlocked the front door of her home and pulled off her shoulder bag. She knew her mom was probably at work and Dawn was either already home or coming home from school. The house seemed quiet. Did she possibly have time to herself for once? If only Riley would pop by, then she could have some different kind of alone time. But, that didn't seem likely these days. He barely even checked in anymore; it was as though she didn't even have a boyfriend.
She plopped down on the couch and picked up a catalogue that was sitting on the coffee table. She sighed, hoping to distract herself from her stupid relationship troubles.
Where: Summers' Home
When: Late Afternoon/Early evening
Status: Incomplete
Buffy had spent another long day at the Magic Box. Not working, of course, but training. Then again, being a Slayer could be considered work since she did it full time. More than full time, actually. If only she could get paid for it--she'd probably be a millionaire by now. Then she could buy that adorable and overpriced cardigan she saw the other day at Bloomingdale's…
She had been working harder than ever. She was trying to be a better Slayer to get all in touch with her primal side--whatever that meant. She actually looked forward to patrolling these days. Her sixteen-year-old self would definitely think she was crazy.
She unlocked the front door of her home and pulled off her shoulder bag. She knew her mom was probably at work and Dawn was either already home or coming home from school. The house seemed quiet. Did she possibly have time to herself for once? If only Riley would pop by, then she could have some different kind of alone time. But, that didn't seem likely these days. He barely even checked in anymore; it was as though she didn't even have a boyfriend.
She plopped down on the couch and picked up a catalogue that was sitting on the coffee table. She sighed, hoping to distract herself from her stupid relationship troubles.