video ✪ i'll be a hurricane when i grow up
[ it's a wonderful daynight in the neighbourhoodfreaky experimental prison village and buffy summers is walking home from the bar. things are good. life is...well, life is kinda good. sorta good. good enough to cause her to question all the surplus goodness. she has an oversized purse dangling from one shoulder and it clinks with booze bottles as she walks. the bi-weekly bourbon bottle for bones. a little bottle of something else to keep nearby in case of expected visitors.
or one particular occasional visitor -- a man she can't help but think about when crossing one particular bridge on her nightly trip back to the house. but midway across jack sparrow's marauding bridge the droids catch her by surprise. her purse crashes open to the ground so too does the journal nestled precariously inside it.
a recording begins. a shadowy scuffle. an oath. buffy is clearly on the ground and she scrambles for the journal, hauling it towards herself. ] Guys -- Dawnie -- I'll be fine. A bunch of wannabe Roombas can't keep a good Slayer down. [ something off-journal prompts her to look suddenly back over her shoulder. the sound of a dull, thudding kick. when she looks back it's with one of those grim battle-ready smiles that doesn't dare reach her eyes. ]
While I'm gone? Keep each other safe. [ and with that, she's dragged out of the frame. there are a few more audible signs of a struggle before all that is left is a crime scene consisting of smashed bottles and one open journal. the pages flutter anxiously in the breeze. ]
(ooc; feel free to threadjack reactions/meet up at the spot where she was taken/get your co-reactiony kicks out here. ♥)
or one particular occasional visitor -- a man she can't help but think about when crossing one particular bridge on her nightly trip back to the house. but midway across jack sparrow's marauding bridge the droids catch her by surprise. her purse crashes open to the ground so too does the journal nestled precariously inside it.
a recording begins. a shadowy scuffle. an oath. buffy is clearly on the ground and she scrambles for the journal, hauling it towards herself. ] Guys -- Dawnie -- I'll be fine. A bunch of wannabe Roombas can't keep a good Slayer down. [ something off-journal prompts her to look suddenly back over her shoulder. the sound of a dull, thudding kick. when she looks back it's with one of those grim battle-ready smiles that doesn't dare reach her eyes. ]
While I'm gone? Keep each other safe. [ and with that, she's dragged out of the frame. there are a few more audible signs of a struggle before all that is left is a crime scene consisting of smashed bottles and one open journal. the pages flutter anxiously in the breeze. ]
(ooc; feel free to threadjack reactions/meet up at the spot where she was taken/get your co-reactiony kicks out here. ♥)