[ 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 ( Read more... )

[Nightfall is settling in. Buffy, in comfy sweats and a wife-beater (a la icon), is out for a jog. Slayer-gone-normal-girl has got to keep up her athleticism somehow--and that how involves a few evening runs. Her hair is tied back and the low pony tail slides irritatingly against her red wings ( Read more... )