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Mar 05, 2006 23:15

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wickedslayer April 9 2006, 01:25:21 UTC
Dude, I didn't know what was in this weed? But I was trippin' for real. Took another hit, leaned back, closed my eyes and there was more. Claws, I remembered that clearly. Claws scraping down my back so hard I thought I'd have no skin left. Sitting down to dinner. Wesley was sittin' next to me and I didn't like that. No. It wasn't Wes that I didn't like there, but someone else. Something bad was gonna happen. My heart leapt into my throat at the thought of it.

My eyes flew open when I heard Wes come in and suddenly I felt kinda like a trapped animal. What the fuck was goin' on? I'd smoked alot of reefer in my day and never had any experience like that before. It was like shadowed memories comin' out to play except I'd remember if that was mine, right?

There were things that I knew. Like my mother. I remembered her lovely face, dark almond shaped eyes, full lips, nasty temper. Remembered the bottle she carried around with her, remembered the feeling of broken glass jagged on my arm. Burnt cigarette. I knew Kate. Remembered her. The way she'd gently chide me about eatin' my vegetables, push me to be better, stronger, faster. Remembered.

God, what was I missing?

Suddenly I realized that Wes had just asked me something and I hadn't even been payin' attention. "Huh?" I asked him as he stared at me. I shook my head cause suddenly I wasn't feelin' right at all.

Sittin' upright I put the half smoked joint back on the coffee table and licked my parched lips.

"What's the last thing you remember?" I asked him curiously, for once almost genuinly interested in what he had to say. Course I bet it was something lame, like polishing his book collection or something.

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watcher_pryce April 9 2006, 12:54:14 UTC
Alright, this smoke is just annoying. Not only is it making my eyes water, it also stinks and makes it hard to breathe. I can’t believe she doesn’t have any trouble with that! Coughing a little, I glanced over at her wondering if she was going to answer my question at all. But all she did was sitting there looking haunted and swaying lightly as though she was years away. Rather disconcerting to be honest.

I think I need to get out of this room, or at the very least open some windows because this smoke is making me dizzy. No wonder she’s swaying like some drunk person if she’s inhaling that stuff. Getting up, I faltered in my steps while I made my way over to the window. My god, I was surprised there weren’t any fire alarms going off. It took me some effort, apparently these windows weren’t opened much, but I did manage.

Perhaps I should get Miss Hanley over here to get some fresh air.

I weaved my way back through the thick smoke, or it seemed thick to me and plopped down in front of her. “I think you need some fresh air,” I announced, giving her a pointed look. All she did though was stare head of herself, still entire countries away. Still that haunted look in her eyes as though she was missing something. I have to say, my own mind was starting to whirl in some strange directions myself.

“What?” I pulled away from my own thoughts to look at her confused. She seemed to have snapped out of it, but her question had left me puzzled. What was the last thing I remember? Frowning, I thought back and heard the voice of a young girl. Maybe a potential? There was a name floating to the surface, Svenja, I couldn’t place. And there was… “A lot of pain,” I mumbled, rubbing my arm.

That…didn’t make sense.

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wickedslayer April 9 2006, 21:22:00 UTC
A lot of pain? Why would that be the last thing he remembered? The last thing I remembered was hittin' the sack in the shitty little Boston apartment I shared with Kate. The other things were...fuzzy. They didn't even feel like memories just a dream world that I couldn't really get a fuckin' grasp on. Like the dinner, and did that mean that I knew this Wes guy? Couldn't imagine he was someone that I chilled with, buzzkill like him. And love? Well that was just retarded cause I didn't buy into that whole concept.

He said I needed some fresh air and I kinda wanted to argue with him but he was right. That weed fucked me up something fierce and now I wasn't feelin' like myself at all. Standin' up I walked over to the window Wes had opened and breathed in some air but it wasn't enough. So I easily stepped out of the window, my boots landin' on the fire escape outside as Wes stood on the other side of the window, still inside the apartment.

"When do you think this Giles guy'll get here?" I asked him, already knowin' he probably knew as much as I did. Or maybe not since he actually talked to the Council. For all I knew he was in on it and this was some fucked up test that the council was puttin' me through. It probably was and I was tempted to beat the hell outta him til he told me what he knew. Except Kate? Yeah I'd never hear the end of it from her if I beat up a Watcher. So I decided to skip that plan for the moment.

"I don't like this." I muttered more to myself. "Whatever this is, something ain't right."

This was the future. That's what it was. "Maybe we should look around the apartment a little bit. See if we can figure out who lives here?" I asked, turnin' back around to look at Wes through the window.

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watcher_pryce April 10 2006, 09:56:45 UTC
A lot of pain, that’s what I recalled. A whole hell of a lot of pain, but for some reason it felt as though it had happened to someone not me. And yet me. That didn’t make any sense what so ever. I never heard of a girl named Svenja and I never went through so much pain. It’s that stuff Faith is smoking that’s making me have these odd hallucinations. That’s it! It’s her fault, her and that….whatever she’s smoking.

I needed fresh air and for once Miss Hanley seemed to agree with me. Will wonders never cease? I got up and followed her toward the window, blinking when she climbed out. Where is she going now? Oh, just standing there. Alright then. Leaning against the windowsill myself, I close my eyes for a moment and let the fresh air take over my sense. Or fresh air, it’s rather smogged here. Better then what was hanging in the apartment recently. Made us think of the most ridiculous things.

“Hmm?” My eyes opened at her question and I frowned. “I don’t know,” I told her honestly, shrugging helplessly. “He said he was going to come here right away. How long does it usually take to fly here? I’ve no bloody clue, even though I must’ve flown here. I was at the Academy in England before here.” And oddly enough, even that part if pretty damn vague.

My gaze goes past her as I stare out the open window. So much going on in this town, always people walking around, never a moment of silence. I think I’d go mad here without any silence or peace and quiet. When Faith speaks again, I agree with her, though don’t say it out loud. Something definitely doesn’t feel right. Such as how in the hell can we be in the future?

“Pardon?” I blink at her and then glance into the apartment. “I suppose,” I offer hesitantly, “but wouldn’t that be rude. I mean, you wouldn’t like it if stranger went through your things.”

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wickedslayer April 15 2006, 23:28:28 UTC
"Pardon?" I mimiced him in a snotty voice and a bad English accent. God, he was just like those annoying Grey Poupon commercials. "It was pretty fucking rude of whoever to just throw us in Vegas with no explanation so I'm thinkin' all bets are off." I said in my own voice as I climbed back through the window and looked around the apartment. The smoke had mostly cleared but I was still high as a fucking kite. Normally it mellowed my ass out but tonight I was all kinds of tense. Which wasn't exactly surprising considering the circumstances.

Without another word I headed into the bedroom. Hey, if you wanna learn shit about someone you gotta start where all the dirty laundry was....figuratively and literally. I shrugged when I saw the clothes on the floor. Leather pants, tank tops and not a single piece of underwear in the mix. Almost like someone exactly like me was living here. Throwin' open the closet door I could hear Wes fidget nervously in the doorway. Aww poor baby didn't like me goin' through this chick's stuff? Too fucking bad.

There was nothin' in the closet except more clothes. Until I pushed some of the clothes aside and realized there was a big heavy trunk inside. Frowning I yanked it out of the closet and flung it open, my eyes widening when I saw the arsenal inside. "Damn..." I whispered under my breath as I started pawin' through axes and knives and even a crossbow or two. Whoever lived here? Had some seriously nice taste.

"I like this chick already." I said with a shrug as I stood up and gave Wes a look. "Check out the weaponry. Pretty dope."

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watcher_pryce April 16 2006, 17:27:52 UTC
Mimicking my accent. Oh that was mature. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and moved away from the window. I could tell that even if I talked until I was blue in the face, she wasn’t going to listen. Luckily, I also though that she most probably not going to listen to anyone. I wished Mister Giles would hurry up, because him she may listen to. There was just something about the way he sounded, despite his…son. Poor man.

“Whomever lives here may have nothing to do with it,” I tried meekly, trailing after her from a safe distance. I don’t know, but I don’t think that whatever she was smoking has lost it’s effects yet. Far from it if the dilated pupils are anything to go by. Good lord, she’s high, as they say. Very much under the influence still of this drugs. This is not good, I figured, and moved a few steps further way from her, hovering in the doorway of the bedroom she had entered. What on earth did she think to find here?

A trunk, apparently. Was that the same one Mister Giles had pointed out? Where I found these odd clothes in? I tilted my head, blinking at it. Seemed like it, leave it to her to zone in on the weapons. Though, oddly enough I had not noticed those before, or had I? God, all this stress is getting to me, and quite obviously throwing me off track. I had better get a grip on myself before Mister Giles shows up, or I’ll have failed the test. No matter the fact he told me that this wasn’t a test.

I moved closer and peered into the trunk at her exclamation of…Wait a moment. ‘Dope’? I blinked at her puzzled, shrugged and turned back to the… Oh. Oh may, was that a gun? Bending down, I retrieved a gun which looked at though it hadn’t been used in quite a while. It felt good in my hand, almost as though it belonged there, as if they recognized each other. Which wasn’t possible. “Strange,” I muttered more to myself then anyone else. Or Faith, since there wasn’t anyone else.

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