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[rogueofaslayer]

Location: Faith's House- 225 Rub a Dub street
Characters: Faith,Connor and Murphy MacManus, and Death. Aka Faith's new housemates.
Time:  Evening
Setting: Semi-private
Status: Incomplete
Rating: PG
Summary:  Faith meets the housemates.

Once again Faith wondered excatly why she needed housemates. She paid off the house instantly (funny what almost dying a

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[aequitas_right]

*One dark haired man and one light haired man stood on the doorstop. A duffle each in hand. Lit cigarettes dangling from their lips, black sunglasses on. A Female saint tattooed on their neck, and the words Aequitas and Veritas tattooed on their hands. Each giving her their best roguish grin. The blond, Connor, pipped up.*

Connor: Xander told us ya were lookin' fer flat mates. I'm Connor, this here is my twin Murphy. *The dark haired man smirked at her.* We have plenty of money and such. So, how ya wantin' ta be handlin' this? *He said in an understated irish brogh.*

[rogueofaslayer]

Faith stepped aside to let them in without issuing an actual invite. When the twins stepped in, she relaxed just a little. It would seriously suck to have vampires as her first applicants.

Thinking over the question as she closed the door behind them, she shrugged. "Well the house is paid out for already so the only that needs to be taken care of is bills and furniture. So we'll split that with the other guy who's supposed to be comming."

She walked in alittle more towards the kitchen before turning back to them. "By the way I'm Faith. You want a beer?"

[aequitas_right]

*In tandem to her question for a beer they both answered with a hearty 'Yes!' and Murphy produced two bottles of Buschmill's from his bag. Handing them to her.*

Murphy: "Nice place ya got here, Faith."
*He commented as he reached into the collar of his blue tee shirt and took out the rosewood, celtic cross he wore and pulled it up over his head and placed it in his bag. Connor soon did the same and each of them piled their bags in the corner by the door. Connor pulled out a wad of cash they had stolen from the Russian mob, they still had a lot of it left and held it out to Faith. It was a big stack of $100.00's about $5,000 dollars worth.*

Connor: "This should cover the phone, gas and electric and some of the furniture. Plus, we don't mind gettin' our hands dirty. Any repairs, ya send 'em our way!"
* He gave her a wolfish grin as he removed his sunglasses and then peeled off his pea coat. Murphy followed suit. Both revealing their Celtic Cross tats on their forearms.*

Murphy: " Hey, Faith, ya got any shot glasses, luv?"

[rogueofaslayer]

"Never leave home without them." Faith grinned.

She eyed the money so freely given warily and wondered what they got such a large amount to carry around. But the boys were being friendly so far and pushing into their past could lead to trouble.

They were also hot as hell. Faith's mind was already filled with possiblites. But she also noticed the crosses on both of their arms. And the ones they put in their bags. Reglious nuts- go figure.

She grabbed some shot glasses that she put in the cupboards and headed back to the living room. Basically in there was a couch, a coffe table, a t.v and some bean bag chairs.

"You boys planning on standing there all day?" she smirked in their directions. " Come chill. Doubt anything we can really get done tonight anyway."

[aequitas_right]

*Connor walked up to her and took the shot glasses from her hands, winking and placed them on the coffee table. He took the bottle and poured a shot, spun the bottle in his palm a few times, flipped it and poured the other two shots.*

Murphy: "Hey, uh, Faith, ya mind if we smoke? I need a fuckin' fag and drinkin' ain't fun unless ya can smoke too. Well, that and drink in good company." *Murphy plunked himself down onto one of the bean bags and opened a beer, passing it to Faith before opening one for Connor and then one for himself.*

Connor: "So, Xander said he knows ya from back home? Said ya were one hell of a fighter, he forgot to add hot as fuckin' hell."
*Giving her a wolfish grin and handing her a shot. Avoiding the whole Demons/Vampires/Supernatural thing for the moment.*

[rogueofaslayer]

Faith shot a grin of her own. "Nah, go ahead. I smoke myself sometimes when the mood's right."

She quickly got a shot down and motioned for Connor to fill another before countiuning. "And yeah I met Xan a couple of years ago when I headed to Sunnydale." She avoided what happened in Sunnydale but tilted her head when she reviewed the fighting comment. "I picked up some stuff and other shit came naturally."

"He didn't really tell me anything about you two though." She allowed her eyes to rake over Murphy and then Connor before smirking. "I'll have to remember to mention that mistake to him."

Leaning back, she shot the boys a grin. "So what brings you out here anyway?"

[simplyseen]

Death glanced down at the slip of paper in his hand. It wasn't a necessary action, he knew where he was, but it was comforting. When he looked back up at the house he was hit with a sense of what the mortals called deja` vu. He called it: looking at something.

He straightened his cowl and his posture and stepped up to the door to knock, unsure what to expect from the occupant. People saw what the wanted to see when they looked at him, their minds a little too overwhelmed by the simple Truth which his true form metaphorically represented, and he didn't know what to expect. Hopefully there would be no children running around to shout out his true nature.

He pasted the idea of a smile onto his mental construct of what a face should look like, thought smiley thoughts, and knocked.