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Who: Faith Lehane and an NPC with special guest: Angel Interruptus. Then... YOU?
What: Faith tries to forget the castle and ends up finding trouble.
When: Wednesday night.
Where: Dance-club/bar-type place in the city...
Rating: TV-MA - violence and language
Notes: Please - feel free to have seen her in the club. She'll be fleeing from Angel too, so if you want to run into her post that, you are more than welcome to, I just needed Angel to stop her in the fight.
In the middle of all the castle bullshit was an actual place she could almost slip away. She could almost feel that rough edge to her life start to wear down a bit. There was a driving beat and a cling of heat to the room. Too many people pressed into a too small of a space, trying to make the best of whatever the hell this place was. Her hand found a shot glass resting in the hand of some other guy. Her balance wasn't even faltered as she brought it to her mouth and slammed it back and handed it off to someone else.
The night carried on and the music just got louder. In the confines of this room, Faith wasn't trapped in some castle. She wasn't stuck in a place with vampires by the dozen just wandering around as if they weren't a danger to the public. She wasn't a forgotten memory in a failure of a Watcher. She wasn't someone who could do better if she just tried.
She was a body moving along with the rest of them. Except for the hand that had moved along with the rest of them and affixed itself to her ass. That was a problem. She pushed him off easily, probably a bit too forcefully. Faith moved with the crowd and felt the sweat run along her spine. It felt good. It felt like she belonged for a moment. Then that hand made its way back. The hand that most definitely did not belong.
Turning around, she smirked up at him, "Was I giving you some sort of impression that you could handle my ass like it was getting ready to be FedExed?"
Naturally, the residents of Paradisa weren't exactly familiar with the shipping company. All this guy knew was that he was fond of the curve of her ass and his palm fit right against it. His fingers bent backwards just as easily though. Faith knew that and demonstrated for him.
All with a smile on her face.
It was always interesting -- people scatter. They see something and they don't step in, they step away. Remove themselves from the harm that might come to them. They'd rather watch, observe and try to figure out how to keep themselves out of that specific path than step in. His hand is probably broken. It's out of her grip at this point anyway, a large circle formed around her.
Isolating her.
Pushing themselves away from her.
She can hear the whispers. See the looks.
"What?" The murmurs aren't exactly quiet hushed tones and someone's always got to be the hero. Her elbow reached up and clocked the guy in the nose. He probably just wanted her to step outside, but she's inside and she was having fun.
She heard the click of the blade a moment before the glint of the knife hit her peripheral. Her hand reached out and took it. Snatching it away from the guy quicker than he can think, but her fingers just closed around her own palm. It wasn't even a slice from her grabbing it wrong... it was just gone. When her eyes drifted from her closed palm, clenched tight, back to the guy who had brought the weapon in the first place she glared at him. Fingers pushed hard to his chest, sending him through the crowd once he hit the floor. She moved with a quickness reserved for a fight, but she was on her knees in a flash, hands grabbing at his weapon.
Confusion flashed over her features each time her fingers slipped their grip only to have the blade return to its owner. It fell to the ground and she snapped at it, futile attempts that only ended with her hand empty and the ground holding the blade again.
Anger pressed in close. It threaded through her muscles and tensed her body to something rigid as she hovered over the man with the one thing she couldn't get a hold of. She could get a hold of him though and her hand gripped tight to the front of his shirt. A strong hold pulled him forward, toward her, and an even harsher show of strength thrust him down to the floor.
The murmurs shifted to silence. The music stopped at the sound of a woman gasping when his shoulders slammed to the ground. Faith didn't stop. He had done something to her. Tricked her. Given her the chance to make a fool out of herself with that knife.
A visceral sound came from her as her fist curled tight and slammed into his face. She could feel the warmth of his blood as it spattered to the heel of her hand. Feel the soft crunch of his nose breaking beneath the force she applied. The motion was repeated. Again. Again. Each time his face grew more and more unrecognizable and her hand felt damp and sticky. The warmth of his blood cooling as it dried into a tacky film over her fingers.
Her breathing was near erratic, quick and yet calm, despite just how out of control she felt in the moments before she started to fight. Her fist lifted into the air again, the intention now blurred beyond just making this guy pay for embarrassing her into something darker.
What: Faith tries to forget the castle and ends up finding trouble.
When: Wednesday night.
Where: Dance-club/bar-type place in the city...
Rating: TV-MA - violence and language
Notes: Please - feel free to have seen her in the club. She'll be fleeing from Angel too, so if you want to run into her post that, you are more than welcome to, I just needed Angel to stop her in the fight.
In the middle of all the castle bullshit was an actual place she could almost slip away. She could almost feel that rough edge to her life start to wear down a bit. There was a driving beat and a cling of heat to the room. Too many people pressed into a too small of a space, trying to make the best of whatever the hell this place was. Her hand found a shot glass resting in the hand of some other guy. Her balance wasn't even faltered as she brought it to her mouth and slammed it back and handed it off to someone else.
The night carried on and the music just got louder. In the confines of this room, Faith wasn't trapped in some castle. She wasn't stuck in a place with vampires by the dozen just wandering around as if they weren't a danger to the public. She wasn't a forgotten memory in a failure of a Watcher. She wasn't someone who could do better if she just tried.
She was a body moving along with the rest of them. Except for the hand that had moved along with the rest of them and affixed itself to her ass. That was a problem. She pushed him off easily, probably a bit too forcefully. Faith moved with the crowd and felt the sweat run along her spine. It felt good. It felt like she belonged for a moment. Then that hand made its way back. The hand that most definitely did not belong.
Turning around, she smirked up at him, "Was I giving you some sort of impression that you could handle my ass like it was getting ready to be FedExed?"
Naturally, the residents of Paradisa weren't exactly familiar with the shipping company. All this guy knew was that he was fond of the curve of her ass and his palm fit right against it. His fingers bent backwards just as easily though. Faith knew that and demonstrated for him.
All with a smile on her face.
It was always interesting -- people scatter. They see something and they don't step in, they step away. Remove themselves from the harm that might come to them. They'd rather watch, observe and try to figure out how to keep themselves out of that specific path than step in. His hand is probably broken. It's out of her grip at this point anyway, a large circle formed around her.
Isolating her.
Pushing themselves away from her.
She can hear the whispers. See the looks.
"What?" The murmurs aren't exactly quiet hushed tones and someone's always got to be the hero. Her elbow reached up and clocked the guy in the nose. He probably just wanted her to step outside, but she's inside and she was having fun.
She heard the click of the blade a moment before the glint of the knife hit her peripheral. Her hand reached out and took it. Snatching it away from the guy quicker than he can think, but her fingers just closed around her own palm. It wasn't even a slice from her grabbing it wrong... it was just gone. When her eyes drifted from her closed palm, clenched tight, back to the guy who had brought the weapon in the first place she glared at him. Fingers pushed hard to his chest, sending him through the crowd once he hit the floor. She moved with a quickness reserved for a fight, but she was on her knees in a flash, hands grabbing at his weapon.
Confusion flashed over her features each time her fingers slipped their grip only to have the blade return to its owner. It fell to the ground and she snapped at it, futile attempts that only ended with her hand empty and the ground holding the blade again.
Anger pressed in close. It threaded through her muscles and tensed her body to something rigid as she hovered over the man with the one thing she couldn't get a hold of. She could get a hold of him though and her hand gripped tight to the front of his shirt. A strong hold pulled him forward, toward her, and an even harsher show of strength thrust him down to the floor.
The murmurs shifted to silence. The music stopped at the sound of a woman gasping when his shoulders slammed to the ground. Faith didn't stop. He had done something to her. Tricked her. Given her the chance to make a fool out of herself with that knife.
A visceral sound came from her as her fist curled tight and slammed into his face. She could feel the warmth of his blood as it spattered to the heel of her hand. Feel the soft crunch of his nose breaking beneath the force she applied. The motion was repeated. Again. Again. Each time his face grew more and more unrecognizable and her hand felt damp and sticky. The warmth of his blood cooling as it dried into a tacky film over her fingers.
Her breathing was near erratic, quick and yet calm, despite just how out of control she felt in the moments before she started to fight. Her fist lifted into the air again, the intention now blurred beyond just making this guy pay for embarrassing her into something darker.