itsnot_home
I'm not the sortof person to make plans, so saying I never planned to be here now is more or less pointless. I didn't plan to be anywhere, but I didn't think It'd be LA. I have nothing against LA, per se. If I have to be anywhere in this country it might as well be where the best shopping is and the prettiest people are. But everything here has a general feeling that I might stand a chance of belonging. That I don't want. I hadn't had a home since Massachusets, and that's the way I prefer it. My way of life since had been stopping somewhere just long enough to make or swipe the money to go somewhere else. That's how I found myself stranded in the town of Lhasa, near Tibet. A tourist had let me hitch a ride up the mountain, but getting out seemed to be more expensive than getting in. I didn't mind much at the time, there were plenty of demons to kill in those mountains, and more than a few daytime things to see, too.
That was the last place I was before I met Angel. Well, met isn't such a good term, assualted, would be more accurate. Either way, he startled me one night and proceeded to beat me to the wall. That's about when I discovered he can be a smug bastard when he wants to. Imagine my surprise when the same smug bastard wanted to make friendly conversation.
I'd read a book or two on the subject of slayers, you live for awhile with the power to bend metal with your bare hands and you get curious and you seek out some information. So when he gave me a big old speech about one girl in every generation...I knew the gist. And when I'd been traveling around, I'd been doing a pretty good job, nothing gives a girl purpose like immortal destiny.
By the time he showed up I'd had just about enough of that town, a little too peaceful and much too quiet. I'd liked the chaos of big city Japan much better. So I was happy to trail him for awhile, (He's really not that bad once you get to know him) and he seemed to be more than happy to have a willing student on hand to boss around. I don't know why in the world I came home with him though. Maybe because I didn't mind him and he didn't mind me. It doesn't sound like much, but when it comes down to two such interesting personalities...companionship can be worth more than you'd think.
But I did, Anyway. And now I'm standing in a hotel lobby in the city of angels, leaning on a desk and watching Angel move around the building, his brow getting more and more heavy and his expression getting more and more frantic. I take it he expected his people to be around when he got back. More or less unaffected by his silent turmoil, I glance to my right and pick up a piece of paper covered in neat, but tiny handwriting. I turn it over once and hold it up.
"I think they left a note."
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That was the last place I was before I met Angel. Well, met isn't such a good term, assualted, would be more accurate. Either way, he startled me one night and proceeded to beat me to the wall. That's about when I discovered he can be a smug bastard when he wants to. Imagine my surprise when the same smug bastard wanted to make friendly conversation.
I'd read a book or two on the subject of slayers, you live for awhile with the power to bend metal with your bare hands and you get curious and you seek out some information. So when he gave me a big old speech about one girl in every generation...I knew the gist. And when I'd been traveling around, I'd been doing a pretty good job, nothing gives a girl purpose like immortal destiny.
By the time he showed up I'd had just about enough of that town, a little too peaceful and much too quiet. I'd liked the chaos of big city Japan much better. So I was happy to trail him for awhile, (He's really not that bad once you get to know him) and he seemed to be more than happy to have a willing student on hand to boss around. I don't know why in the world I came home with him though. Maybe because I didn't mind him and he didn't mind me. It doesn't sound like much, but when it comes down to two such interesting personalities...companionship can be worth more than you'd think.
But I did, Anyway. And now I'm standing in a hotel lobby in the city of angels, leaning on a desk and watching Angel move around the building, his brow getting more and more heavy and his expression getting more and more frantic. I take it he expected his people to be around when he got back. More or less unaffected by his silent turmoil, I glance to my right and pick up a piece of paper covered in neat, but tiny handwriting. I turn it over once and hold it up.
"I think they left a note."
http://community.livejournal.com/itsnot_home/1592.html