You don't get it...I don't care
Fuckin' Vimes. Fuckin' jail. It was a lot less of a pain in the ass when she chose to be there, rather than having to be there. Of course, that's what she got for decking a cop. Oh well.
She was out now and walking down the path to get home when she heard a sound. A sound she'd heard before. The sound of dying, of blood gurgling in a throat. She headed for it since she wasn't a completely heartless bitch. Someone might need help.
She saw him there, slumped against a tree, bleeding, holding his hand out to her, looking at her with that same shock, that same question in his eyes. Why?
"Oh...God," she said and began to shake. One more shuddering gurgle and he was dead. Dead like before, but instead of an alley at night he was in the bright sunshine where anyone could see. Another minute ticked by, Faith frozen in shock. And then panic set in. She reached down and grabbed him under the arms and dragged him deeper into the jungle, off the path. Grabbing frantically at fallen palm leaves and soft, rotting stuff from the jungle floor, she buried him just enough. She could come back later with a shovel and dig a hole. No one would ever have to know. She wouldn't have to go through all this again.
"God, please," she muttered, oblivious to the tears on her cheeks, "I don't wanna do this again."
When she was done, she was sweaty, dirty, and like the first time, she had his blood on her shirt. Faith surveyed the site once more, committing it to memory, then she ran toward the Compound to clean up. No one could know. No one would know. She was supposed to get a fresh start here. Not have her past creep up on her. Not...not this. Angel was right. She used to think there would be a point when she'd paid her dues, but it didn't work that way. There was no way. Give up or fight harder.
Thinking of the mound covering the body, she couldn't decide which was right.
~*~
The water was warm as it beat down on her in the shower. The blood had still been wet, so most of it was gone from her shirt. A couple leaves held stubbornly in her hair. The water ran and Faith stared at the drain. How long had she sat in the shower now? How long until the feeling of Finch's dead weight washed off? How long until someone noticed a fully clothed woman sitting in the shower...just sitting.
[Faith's item post, but the item isn't where she is. Open to anyone, but she's likely not going to talk. Also, she's in the women's bathroom, so unless you're a brave and/or confused man, that sort of limits interaction.
Details on the corpse and the crime scene can be found HERE, and Jessie's pups are in charge of all that! Have fun, gang]
She was out now and walking down the path to get home when she heard a sound. A sound she'd heard before. The sound of dying, of blood gurgling in a throat. She headed for it since she wasn't a completely heartless bitch. Someone might need help.
She saw him there, slumped against a tree, bleeding, holding his hand out to her, looking at her with that same shock, that same question in his eyes. Why?
"Oh...God," she said and began to shake. One more shuddering gurgle and he was dead. Dead like before, but instead of an alley at night he was in the bright sunshine where anyone could see. Another minute ticked by, Faith frozen in shock. And then panic set in. She reached down and grabbed him under the arms and dragged him deeper into the jungle, off the path. Grabbing frantically at fallen palm leaves and soft, rotting stuff from the jungle floor, she buried him just enough. She could come back later with a shovel and dig a hole. No one would ever have to know. She wouldn't have to go through all this again.
"God, please," she muttered, oblivious to the tears on her cheeks, "I don't wanna do this again."
When she was done, she was sweaty, dirty, and like the first time, she had his blood on her shirt. Faith surveyed the site once more, committing it to memory, then she ran toward the Compound to clean up. No one could know. No one would know. She was supposed to get a fresh start here. Not have her past creep up on her. Not...not this. Angel was right. She used to think there would be a point when she'd paid her dues, but it didn't work that way. There was no way. Give up or fight harder.
Thinking of the mound covering the body, she couldn't decide which was right.
~*~
The water was warm as it beat down on her in the shower. The blood had still been wet, so most of it was gone from her shirt. A couple leaves held stubbornly in her hair. The water ran and Faith stared at the drain. How long had she sat in the shower now? How long until the feeling of Finch's dead weight washed off? How long until someone noticed a fully clothed woman sitting in the shower...just sitting.
[Faith's item post, but the item isn't where she is. Open to anyone, but she's likely not going to talk. Also, she's in the women's bathroom, so unless you're a brave and/or confused man, that sort of limits interaction.
Details on the corpse and the crime scene can be found HERE, and Jessie's pups are in charge of all that! Have fun, gang]