[Any other Friday you could find Faith slaying demons and then hitting the clubs. No way would she be staying home in some crap apartment or motel. Here, days started to lose their meaning, so she was playing homebody, loaded up with candy and popcorn. She was thinking some old horror movie, black and white. Frankenstein or something cheesy.
At least, she was until she hears that voice. Leaving her junk behind, she swings her feet down from the chair in front of her and grabs her coat. She makes for the exit pretty fast.
[He looks up when he hears someone trying to leave the place, noting that she even left her stuff behind. So either the girl is real anti-social or she knew him previously. For now he'll simply watch her, wondering what her deal could possibly be.]
[He's quiet for awhile, all of this seems so...he had a life here. Friends, acquaintances...and now this. All that had been taken away from him to the point that he didn't even remember...and what's worse, left the people behind TO remember and deal with his blank slate]
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At least, she was until she hears that voice. Leaving her junk behind, she swings her feet down from the chair in front of her and grabs her coat. She makes for the exit pretty fast.
Except.
It wasn't there]
The hell is this shit?
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You gotta be kidding me!
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Problem?
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Shouldn't have looked.
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Fuck...
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Just forget it. It's whatever. Dead history. I'm not looking for anything.
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[He's quiet for awhile, all of this seems so...he had a life here. Friends, acquaintances...and now this. All that had been taken away from him to the point that he didn't even remember...and what's worse, left the people behind TO remember and deal with his blank slate]
...Least tell me your name.
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