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Here we go again...

Oct 31, 2006 22:29

Slayers aren't supposed to need much sleep. Least that was the shit my first watcher used to dish out when I'd complain about goin' for a run at six a.m. every damn morning. You're not supposed to need as much sleep or food or water as your regular Joe Schmo. Which, to be fair comes in handy when you're...say, trapped underground with a bunch of ( Read more... )

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mr_angel November 1 2006, 20:13:23 UTC

After 'talking' with Harry about what he had been doing in the jungle (and of course after telling the kids to stay out of the jungle) I walked back down the beach to find Faith. She was going to ask what was up and honestly I didn't want to have to be the one to tell her that Harry just ran into her evil Senior Partner father in the jungle to have a little chat ( ... )

neverbeenfree November 1 2006, 22:15:12 UTC

Angel was makin' it way worse tryin' to grab onto the rope and break it or whatever but instead of breaking the rope he was just makin' the whole damn net sway back and forth. "Hey!" I bit out at him when he told me to stay still. The net swayed violently in my direction and my back slammed into the rope as I took on all of his weight too ( ... )

mr_angel November 1 2006, 23:56:50 UTC

Not underground? Hah well I guess we were pretty much the opposite right now. As in literally above ground. Faith was trying her version of tearing the ropes and was having as much luck as I had when I tried. None ( ... )

neverbeenfree November 2 2006, 00:13:01 UTC

Angel helped push me up and I grabbed onto the rope, tryin' to make an opening big enough to squeeze through. I pulled on them with all I had but it was an awkward angle and really about all I could get through was a shoulder. I cursed under my breath again as I finally pulled my arm free and pulled Angel's hands away from my sides so I fell or really slid back to the bottom of the net.

"Shit." I muttered as I tried to pull on the rope again but it wasn't budging. The thing was we were both strong enough to bust through these ropes, but not while dangling from them so to speak. The angle was too awkward and we were pretty much...stuck. I sighed and leaned back as far as I could against the net but I was still pushed right up against him. Hello. And I couldn't help the warm feeling that crept up on me, okay I couldn't fucking help it! It's been awhile and yeah....fuck me.

Not literally. Probably. God damn it. Focus, Faith.

I shifted a little bit, tryin' to get more comfortable without rubbin' up against him in all the right wrong ( ... )

mr_angel November 2 2006, 00:48:04 UTC

Faith didn't have any luck with getting out of the net so she slid back down and once again we were ever so conviently pressed up against one another and what the fuck was Faith... oh shit. There were certain times I really hated the special 'abilities' that came with being a demon ( ... )

neverbeenfree November 2 2006, 00:56:22 UTC

Someone was gettin' a little happy to see me and that was just makin' it harder. Okay, that was a poor word choice. Anyway, couldn't we just focus on gettin' the fuck out of here? I felt like my thighs were on fire and really all I wanted to do was go back out to the beach and kick the crap out of Connor and call it a night. Why did I get pulled out into the jungle?

"Wait. What?" And just as surely as I couldn't get my brain out of the gutter all thoughts of sex immediately left my mind. Harry saw who? I thought we had all agreed that we didn't talk to dead or otherwise evil parents in the jungle or anywhere else. Wasn't that the lecture I'd received when I was losing my shit not all that long ago? Apparently I had to behave but Harry was allowed to run wild and do things like talk to my dad.

My bad evil wrong dad who was apparently like the antichrist or something if you listened to Angel, which I probably did a little too much of (listening to Angel that is ( ... )

mr_angel November 2 2006, 04:47:02 UTC

Daddy gets brought into the conversation and everything changes. I shifted a little in the net, trying to get as settled as I possibly could in this position. It wasn't as if we were getting out of here anytime soon. God, did I really just think that? Wonderful ( ... )

neverbeenfree November 2 2006, 12:19:48 UTC

I was gettin' a little pissy for a host of reasons. First of all, if Harry needed to talk to me about my dad then why the hell was it Angel who was pullin' me out into the jungle? What was that all about? Did everything automatically defer to him now? Was Angel here to talk some sense into me? Or maybe Angel was here to protect him cause I wasn't gonna like what I was hearing. I don't fucking know, but it didn't seem like it was Angel's business. Why didn't he just ask me to meet him in the hatch instead of havin' Angel pull me off of the beach ( ... )

ny_city_boy November 3 2006, 14:46:22 UTC

It wasn't that I was impatient as much as concerned when they didn't show up immediately. Angel was pissed off and concerned enough that he should have been right at the hatch with Faith in tow within minutes, but no such luck. I knew they wouldn't leave me there waiting when they were probably fighting over who got to spank me for going into the jungle after I had just given the talk about staying out and not talking to dead parents ( ... )

mr_angel November 3 2006, 20:48:52 UTC

I didn't bother answering her "question" on how I was the one who had all the answers. Probably could've said the same thing back to her considering the past few days, but there was no fucking point. She wanted to be pissed, then fine. It was only making matters worse for us being caught in this damn thing. Besides, it wasn't as if we could do anything but fight verbally anyway right now.

Fuck. Every time we even tried to shift positions, the net swayed hard in one direction or the other sending us into each other every time. Damnit we weren't going to have to start yelling for help were we? Wonderful. Wouldn't that be fun ( ... )

neverbeenfree November 3 2006, 23:04:51 UTC

I was tempted to start yellin' for help. At the very least Connor would come lookin' for me, right? He always seemed to find me when I was in trouble, told me it was cause he considered me his. That had pissed me off at the time but at this point I'd swear I was his slayer if he'd just show up here and cut us the fuck down. Angel was heavy and I might be badass able to do all the heavy lifting but having his weight permanantly glued to my foot wasn't helpin' me not be pissy. Ow ( ... )

ny_city_boy November 4 2006, 01:09:38 UTC

Please. Right. She was going to kill me and I was going to turn into her father's bitch for eternity. Talk about family bonding. My afterlife kind of sucked sometimes.

"Fine, hang tight." It wasn't meant to be funny, but really what else were they going to do besides hang?

I reached into my pocket and plucked out my knife. Somehow I'd managed to keep it and my lighter intact. This is why Tiffany silver was superior to everything else. Even after a yacht sinking and being tortured by scientists and being turned into a vampire, my knife and lighter was still in perfect condition.

I looked up at the tree and figured climbing up to cut them down that way would just put more weight on the branch. It would be easier to cut the ropes around their feet and let them fall out that way. "Brace yourselves." Is all the warning they got as I set to worse taking out the ropes so they could fall through.

Hopefully Angel would land first and stop her from killing me.

mr_angel November 4 2006, 01:27:19 UTC

Please? Yeah, okay. Like that was a sure sign that Faith was just a little pissed. Harry made another angrier. Sighing, I tried to see what he was doing, but looking through the ropes, trying to stay off of Faith's foot, and keeping the net from swinging wasn't the easiest to do all at once.

I could hear the ropes cracking under our feet and then finally Faith started to slip and she fell onto the ground. Thank god. A few more ropes were cut and I went falling to the ground beside her. Groaning, I swatted at the net to walk around it and then sighed when I looked over at Faith then Harry. "Thanks."

This wasn't the hatch, but I guess was as good of a place as any to get started talking on what Harry had to tell us about his nice visit with Faith's father.

"Alright, to keep from finding anymore nets, how about let's just talk here and forget the hatch."

Stretching my neck, I sighed and then looked between the both of them again. "What did he tell you?"

neverbeenfree November 4 2006, 01:38:28 UTC

"Hey, watch it." I warned Harry as he got awful close with that knife he had. Since when did Harry have a knife? When I said cut us down I mostly meant untie the rope holding us here but he had a knife. Huh.

My attention was pulled away from the knife as I fell hard to the ground seconds before Angel fell next to me. I glanced up at him again grateful to be free of that temporary prison but wandering about my roomate. I was tired of tryin' to figure him out. Instead I forced myself to look away from him and pull myself up to my feet as I turned an even gaze on Harry. What the hell had he seen in the jungle?

And where had he gotten that knife?

No. Seriously. We were locked in that room for days. Did he have a knife that whole time? And he didn't say shit?! I mean, granted I don't technically need a knife but you know, weapons are handy. He didn't think to tell the slayer about the weapon he had in his pocket? Maybe this is what I get for keeping him away from that part of my life. But he was holding my personal weapon of choice in ( ... )

ny_city_boy November 4 2006, 01:45:35 UTC

Why the fuck was she staring at my knife? She couldn't have it. My grandfather gave it to me right before he died. It was mine, and I wasn't giving it to anyone. I was surprised that the scientists didn't try and take it from me. I'd have gotten myself killed over that knife. I slipped it back in my pocket and walked over to one of the nearby trees, leaning against it, I looked at them both and sighed ( ... )

mr_angel November 4 2006, 02:00:40 UTC

It was like everytime we told ourselves that we weren't going back into the jungle, someone just found out a way to have us come back in here. I mean, really. How many more times did they want us in here and what else would they throw at us to have us follow into the jungle ( ... )

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