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Who: Faith, The First dressed up as the Mayor
When: Way after visiting hours, very late at night/early morning
Where: A federal high security penitentiary, central California
What: A visit from an old friend, who wants to see everyone's favorite rogue slayer brought out of retirement.
Faith shot up in bed, pulled right out of dream land by someone clanging the hell out of the bars of her cell. There wasn't a single light on in the block aside from the one they were busy shining right on her face, so why the reason for the rude awakening?
Once she was up and ready, they took her out of her cell, giving no explanation other than someone was here to see her. Even though visiting hours had kinda ended several hours ago. She didn't really get many visitors, either. More like, visitor. Angel. And while the guy was a bit overdue for his monthly chat, she didn't think they'd go and roll out a red carpet like this just for him. Because they definitely weren't leading her off to have a friendly heart to heart with someone seated behind several inches of shiny plexiglass.
They were taking her to the fancy rooms. The ones for inmate consoling. Like, where they'd bring ya to meet with a lawyer. Or a doctor. Faith didn't have either. That didn't mean on days when she got bored, she didn't think it might be fun to talk to a doc about her 'condition', though. Might be interesting to see the faces she'd get upon explaining how stakin' a guy through the heart had actually been an honest accident any vampire slayer might make.
Inside the room was a single table, two chairs, and little else. She took a seat, and started to wait, still without a clue as to what was really going on.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard the guards opening up the door again. She looked up, and just like that, Richard Wilkins III, former Mayor extraordinaire, waltzed right on in, and helped himself to the seat opposite.
"Now, I think I deserve a better hello than that blank stare on your face, don't I? You look like you've gone and seen a ghost!"
Apparently she had been staring, eyes wide, mouth dropping to the floor, the works, because well, she kinda was that, seeing a ghost. 'cuz, even though she had gone and slept through the main event, Faith
was pretty damn sure the Mayor had been blown to pieces by B and Co.
Yet, here he was, alive, and chipper as ever.
She shoulda been a little quicker on the uptake, but things finally, for the first time since the guards had dragged her ass out of bed, were makin' sense. She quickly replaced the look of a shock with a shy grin, as she leaned over the table. "I gotta say, I kinda like the dreams with the picnic baskets in the park better than this whole reality gig."
When: Way after visiting hours, very late at night/early morning
Where: A federal high security penitentiary, central California
What: A visit from an old friend, who wants to see everyone's favorite rogue slayer brought out of retirement.
Faith shot up in bed, pulled right out of dream land by someone clanging the hell out of the bars of her cell. There wasn't a single light on in the block aside from the one they were busy shining right on her face, so why the reason for the rude awakening?
Once she was up and ready, they took her out of her cell, giving no explanation other than someone was here to see her. Even though visiting hours had kinda ended several hours ago. She didn't really get many visitors, either. More like, visitor. Angel. And while the guy was a bit overdue for his monthly chat, she didn't think they'd go and roll out a red carpet like this just for him. Because they definitely weren't leading her off to have a friendly heart to heart with someone seated behind several inches of shiny plexiglass.
They were taking her to the fancy rooms. The ones for inmate consoling. Like, where they'd bring ya to meet with a lawyer. Or a doctor. Faith didn't have either. That didn't mean on days when she got bored, she didn't think it might be fun to talk to a doc about her 'condition', though. Might be interesting to see the faces she'd get upon explaining how stakin' a guy through the heart had actually been an honest accident any vampire slayer might make.
Inside the room was a single table, two chairs, and little else. She took a seat, and started to wait, still without a clue as to what was really going on.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard the guards opening up the door again. She looked up, and just like that, Richard Wilkins III, former Mayor extraordinaire, waltzed right on in, and helped himself to the seat opposite.
"Now, I think I deserve a better hello than that blank stare on your face, don't I? You look like you've gone and seen a ghost!"
Apparently she had been staring, eyes wide, mouth dropping to the floor, the works, because well, she kinda was that, seeing a ghost. 'cuz, even though she had gone and slept through the main event, Faith
was pretty damn sure the Mayor had been blown to pieces by B and Co.
Yet, here he was, alive, and chipper as ever.
She shoulda been a little quicker on the uptake, but things finally, for the first time since the guards had dragged her ass out of bed, were makin' sense. She quickly replaced the look of a shock with a shy grin, as she leaned over the table. "I gotta say, I kinda like the dreams with the picnic baskets in the park better than this whole reality gig."