Intro Wes

[have_somefaith]

Who: Faith and Wesley
Where: Bus Station in Sunnydale
When: Afternoon
Status: Incomplete

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[watcher_pryce]

The flight over had been a disaster. He hated flying, something he hadn't actually known until then. The stay over in Los Angeles had been a disaster. In fact, stepping off that plane has been... a enormous culture shock to say the least.

It was horrible.

He was, in fact, glad to leave it all behind as he stepped on the bus to this town called Sunnydale. Where he was supposed to meet this new Slayer he was to train. Of course he felt proud of this, being the youngest watcher in History. But his fathers parting words had, once again, made him anxious and nervous.

So as he stepped off the bus, suitcase with what small possessions he has, it was that anxiety and nervousness that played a big part. First appearances are important, he realises. But how to make a proper good first appearance when you don't even know where to look for your Slayer?

[have_somefaith]

Faith heard the bus pull into the station, but only bothered to look over when she heard the door open and listened to the footsteps hit the ground. From the bus schedule that she had read over earlier out of boredom, she knew that it should be the one from LA, but hadn't intended on caring anymore than general people watching past that.

One of the first people who stepped off was the geeky looking guy in glasses who looked so painfully out of place that she would laugh if she cared enough to. Staying stretched out over the bench she was on, she went back to popping the M&Ms into her mouth, mostly just wondering when this day was going to end and she could find people to hang around with.

Damn people and their busy daytime lives.

[watcher_pryce]

So. This was Sunnydale. At least it looked and seemed quieter than this blasted Los Angeles. One would never suspect that there was so much evil afoot here. First thing of order, Wesley thought, was to find a place to stay.

Considering the meagre pay the Council gave him, that wasn't going to be the best of places. He hoped a small place such as this had a few choices of hotels or motels. Probably a motel.

Sighing, he pushed his glasses up, lifted his suitcase with is few possessions and made his way into the station to ask about any cheap motels he could stay in.

[have_somefaith]

Realizing that the stupid bench was starting to make her back hurt (laying on a crappy wooden bench will do that), Faith twisted around and sat up, balling up the paper bag that her M&Ms had been in and tossing it in a nearby trashcan. Well, that was her lunch for the day. Could be worse, though. At least she had FOUND change in some of the phonebooths this time.

When she watched as the nerdy looking guy started to make his way through the station, she couldn't help but comment. "You look like your a long way from home," she said loudly enough for him to hear, folding her legs up to sit 'Indian-style' on the bench. He looked New England-y at least. Certainly not someone vacationing in sunny California. If he was, he should fire his travel agent for sending him to Sunnydale.