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Who: Faith Lehane Damon Salvatore, Angel, Sam Winchester, Buffy Summers -- & YOU?
Where: Castle. Room 515
What: Headspace!
Notes: I am away for most the duration of this plot, so in order to get the most out of it, I'm putting up a log here and a few of the days that Faith will be actually in her room. She'll wander those other days. Feel free to drop into any of the days and I'll reply! I accept prose or actionspam tags. Also cookies. I'm just setting it up in prose so that you know what the room looks like.
Most of the time, Faith doesn't get a good night of sleep. It just doesn't happen. She would wake up and end up pacing the floors of the club she'd taken up as her residence. Music would end up louder than she really needed it and she'd just drown out everything else in her life. It was easy. It was simple.
Sleeping just meant her mind had time to settle around things, things she didn't want settled on. Waking up in this instance, her hand slipped beneath the pillow for the knife that she instinctively wished was there - but like all the other short bladed items she had wanted, this wasn't really there. Instead she just found the cool touch of matte black tile. Her hand pressed up, shifting herself from laying down to reclining and she wasn't sure when the club she lived in suddenly... re-opened.
Part of her wanted to look for Buffy, wondering if this was some freak Slayer thing. Imparting wisdom or just plain creep factor into her life would be par for the course with the whole gig. Instead she got pushed by someone else as she stood up. They didn't apologize and for the most part it seemed they were having a lot more fun than she was.
Pushing through the crowd she spotted the entrance, which seemed like the safe bet. It wasn't really that she didn't like the club scene, but she hadn't remembered getting here. Doors always seemed to have something she needed so that's where she went. The door was open and she stepped out into the hallway of the castle. Instant confusion washed over her.
"The fuck?"
Exhaling through her nose, her brow furrowed up in concentration trying to piece it together. The journal would have people bitching if things had gone shitstorm... but she didn't know where in that club the damn book would be. She entered the room again, the darkness wasn't bad, but the strobe light that kept pulsing in the corner wasn't doing anything for her focus. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she caught herself in the crowd. Shaking it off, she kept moving, trying to get toward the back. She saw an exit, or what seemed like an exit. Dark corridor of some sort, but still -- there was a door. Big ass bouncer too, must've been the V-VIP room or some shit.
Mostly, Faith just tried to push through the crowd, trying to get ahead of the dancing, ahead of the music. Just, that door kept getting further and further away. Stopping in the middle of the club, her body got shoved aside a bit, other people dancing right into her. It wasn't what she wanted at all.
Everyone else just partying and not even caring that she was there. Plus, whatever was back there... she figured there was a reason she couldn't get there.
Where: Castle. Room 515
What: Headspace!
Notes: I am away for most the duration of this plot, so in order to get the most out of it, I'm putting up a log here and a few of the days that Faith will be actually in her room. She'll wander those other days. Feel free to drop into any of the days and I'll reply! I accept prose or actionspam tags. Also cookies. I'm just setting it up in prose so that you know what the room looks like.
Most of the time, Faith doesn't get a good night of sleep. It just doesn't happen. She would wake up and end up pacing the floors of the club she'd taken up as her residence. Music would end up louder than she really needed it and she'd just drown out everything else in her life. It was easy. It was simple.
Sleeping just meant her mind had time to settle around things, things she didn't want settled on. Waking up in this instance, her hand slipped beneath the pillow for the knife that she instinctively wished was there - but like all the other short bladed items she had wanted, this wasn't really there. Instead she just found the cool touch of matte black tile. Her hand pressed up, shifting herself from laying down to reclining and she wasn't sure when the club she lived in suddenly... re-opened.
Part of her wanted to look for Buffy, wondering if this was some freak Slayer thing. Imparting wisdom or just plain creep factor into her life would be par for the course with the whole gig. Instead she got pushed by someone else as she stood up. They didn't apologize and for the most part it seemed they were having a lot more fun than she was.
Pushing through the crowd she spotted the entrance, which seemed like the safe bet. It wasn't really that she didn't like the club scene, but she hadn't remembered getting here. Doors always seemed to have something she needed so that's where she went. The door was open and she stepped out into the hallway of the castle. Instant confusion washed over her.
"The fuck?"
Exhaling through her nose, her brow furrowed up in concentration trying to piece it together. The journal would have people bitching if things had gone shitstorm... but she didn't know where in that club the damn book would be. She entered the room again, the darkness wasn't bad, but the strobe light that kept pulsing in the corner wasn't doing anything for her focus. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she caught herself in the crowd. Shaking it off, she kept moving, trying to get toward the back. She saw an exit, or what seemed like an exit. Dark corridor of some sort, but still -- there was a door. Big ass bouncer too, must've been the V-VIP room or some shit.
Mostly, Faith just tried to push through the crowd, trying to get ahead of the dancing, ahead of the music. Just, that door kept getting further and further away. Stopping in the middle of the club, her body got shoved aside a bit, other people dancing right into her. It wasn't what she wanted at all.
Everyone else just partying and not even caring that she was there. Plus, whatever was back there... she figured there was a reason she couldn't get there.