[ visual ] [ taxon zoo ] you can see it too we're going down and you know that we're doomed
Two years. Two goddamn years. Maybe one of the geeks could tell you exactly how long that is, how many days or seconds. All Faith knows is that it's a hell of a long time to be stuck in one place, and that even if Taxon's a nicer prison than she's used to it's still a prison. The bars are wider, there's more room to run, but she's caged all the same.
She's not big on melancholy or on metaphor, but the thought of cages sends her out on a run, feet pounding against the pavement like she can outrun the idea of being stuck here forever. Not like the real world's got much more to offer, but at least there she can get the fuck out if she really tries. Here, nothing's in her control and with Willow ratting out Angel's latest life choice, Faith feels more out of control than ever. Not like she's jealous-- not like that at least, not like she wants that herself-- but Jesus, it's Buffy.
Without really thinking about it, she ends up at the zoo; then it's nothing to hop the turnstiles, make a quick stop to hatch a bottle of jack and six pack of beer and park her ass in front of the tigers, stare at them through their bars.
She's down all but one of the six pack and half the bottle of jack when her tablet turns on, recording the vaguely unsteady way she swigs right from the bottle and then sets it down next to her, staring at the big cats intensely.
"You guys got it easy, you know that? I mean, sure, prison sucks and you can't run around and all that shit, but you know where the bars are. Not a bad freaking deal, I guess. Better to be out in-- wherever the hell you live, eating bunnies and whatever, but at least you got an idea, you know? Plus, you're all new. I got two years in this place coming up. Two freaking years, Jesus."
She raises the bottle again in a toast, drinking deep. "Mazel tov, I guess. Happy anniversary to me." Next to her the tablet continues recording, unnoticed.
( ooc | tablet stuff is all good, if you want to location it up that works too! just let me know first. )
She's not big on melancholy or on metaphor, but the thought of cages sends her out on a run, feet pounding against the pavement like she can outrun the idea of being stuck here forever. Not like the real world's got much more to offer, but at least there she can get the fuck out if she really tries. Here, nothing's in her control and with Willow ratting out Angel's latest life choice, Faith feels more out of control than ever. Not like she's jealous-- not like that at least, not like she wants that herself-- but Jesus, it's Buffy.
Without really thinking about it, she ends up at the zoo; then it's nothing to hop the turnstiles, make a quick stop to hatch a bottle of jack and six pack of beer and park her ass in front of the tigers, stare at them through their bars.
She's down all but one of the six pack and half the bottle of jack when her tablet turns on, recording the vaguely unsteady way she swigs right from the bottle and then sets it down next to her, staring at the big cats intensely.
"You guys got it easy, you know that? I mean, sure, prison sucks and you can't run around and all that shit, but you know where the bars are. Not a bad freaking deal, I guess. Better to be out in-- wherever the hell you live, eating bunnies and whatever, but at least you got an idea, you know? Plus, you're all new. I got two years in this place coming up. Two freaking years, Jesus."
She raises the bottle again in a toast, drinking deep. "Mazel tov, I guess. Happy anniversary to me." Next to her the tablet continues recording, unnoticed.
( ooc | tablet stuff is all good, if you want to location it up that works too! just let me know first. )