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Something I realized I never did, and it seems important to have it around.
My actually painful app. The real reason to put it up right when you get in? So you never have to look at it ever again. Ow. And I could backdate it, but that requires effort, and I'm lazier than some people *cough*Bart*cough*
Your Name/Alias: Chash
Age: 19
Character: Buffy Summers
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV show)--information at Wikipedia.
Character Age: 18 (season 3 Buffy)
Canon: Buffy's fond of kicking ass and taking names. She's the Slayer, so it's her job to kill vampires, demons, and basically whatever comes out of the Hellmouth (which is under her town and basically exactly what it sounds like), usually after some witty/sarcastic banter. Between the ass kicking and the snarking, she enjoys clothes, shoes, and angsting about her vampire boyfriend. She took a hiatus at the beginning of this season because she had to send him to a hell dimension, but now she's back and on the job again. She just graduated high school in a ceremony interrupted by demons, so now she's going to summer camp. Naturally. Giles is her Watcher, which basically means her trainer/helper/personal guru.
When Giles told me I was going to summer training camp, I was expecting something with a little more training and a little less camp. Seriously, how old am I, twelve? There's an arts and crafts hut. And it looks like a pretty happening spot. Next thing I know, they're going to want me to play dodgeball and toast marshmellows. This is probably one of those things where I'm supposed to act like a normal girl, but what 18-year-old girl goes to camp? If I have to make anything out of popscicle sticks, someone is going to get staked.
Why couldn't Giles have sent me to a cool camp? Like, one that teaches kung fu. That would have been slayer-y. I should have known it was trouble as soon as he said Louisiana. There is nothing in Louisiana except for Mardi Gras, and that's in February.
...Okay, there are also purple gorillas in Louisiana. And that one looks like he's very happy to see me. Okay, gross. If Giles's idea of training is now "fighting off horny gorillas next to a crafts center," he and I are going to have loud, angry words when I get back. I wonder if purple gorillas are vulnerable to stakes? I guess we'll find out.
Well, anyway, howdy, all you campers in the arts and crafts hut. I'm Buffy Summers, just your average high school graduate. I--are those zombies? What is with this place? Okay, since everyone here has got to be pretty familiar with the freaky side of the force, I'm Buffy Summers, and I kill vampires. But you know what? I'm flexible. So let's make with the zombie slayage.
Well, this certainly beats singing campfire songs. Now where's my crossbow?
And hey, voting went here.
My actually painful app. The real reason to put it up right when you get in? So you never have to look at it ever again. Ow. And I could backdate it, but that requires effort, and I'm lazier than some people *cough*Bart*cough*
Your Name/Alias: Chash
Age: 19
Character: Buffy Summers
Series: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV show)--information at Wikipedia.
Character Age: 18 (season 3 Buffy)
Canon: Buffy's fond of kicking ass and taking names. She's the Slayer, so it's her job to kill vampires, demons, and basically whatever comes out of the Hellmouth (which is under her town and basically exactly what it sounds like), usually after some witty/sarcastic banter. Between the ass kicking and the snarking, she enjoys clothes, shoes, and angsting about her vampire boyfriend. She took a hiatus at the beginning of this season because she had to send him to a hell dimension, but now she's back and on the job again. She just graduated high school in a ceremony interrupted by demons, so now she's going to summer camp. Naturally. Giles is her Watcher, which basically means her trainer/helper/personal guru.
When Giles told me I was going to summer training camp, I was expecting something with a little more training and a little less camp. Seriously, how old am I, twelve? There's an arts and crafts hut. And it looks like a pretty happening spot. Next thing I know, they're going to want me to play dodgeball and toast marshmellows. This is probably one of those things where I'm supposed to act like a normal girl, but what 18-year-old girl goes to camp? If I have to make anything out of popscicle sticks, someone is going to get staked.
Why couldn't Giles have sent me to a cool camp? Like, one that teaches kung fu. That would have been slayer-y. I should have known it was trouble as soon as he said Louisiana. There is nothing in Louisiana except for Mardi Gras, and that's in February.
...Okay, there are also purple gorillas in Louisiana. And that one looks like he's very happy to see me. Okay, gross. If Giles's idea of training is now "fighting off horny gorillas next to a crafts center," he and I are going to have loud, angry words when I get back. I wonder if purple gorillas are vulnerable to stakes? I guess we'll find out.
Well, anyway, howdy, all you campers in the arts and crafts hut. I'm Buffy Summers, just your average high school graduate. I--are those zombies? What is with this place? Okay, since everyone here has got to be pretty familiar with the freaky side of the force, I'm Buffy Summers, and I kill vampires. But you know what? I'm flexible. So let's make with the zombie slayage.
Well, this certainly beats singing campfire songs. Now where's my crossbow?
And hey, voting went here.