[ visual | location: casa lehane ] they just faked it to get money from the government

[thesecondslayer]

Here's the thing about birthdays, in Faith's opinion. If you grew up in a place that didn't suck, you probably dig them. You got one year older and everybody threw a party to celebrate that just like everyone else, you managed to get born. You're an inch closer to dying but screw it, they got you cake

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[Voice]

[lionofolympus]

[Hercules doesn't say anything, but there is the sound of popcorn munching. Hey, he figures she meant to broadcast this. And he rather enjoys seeing women kicking ass, even if it is a punching bag.]

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[thesecondslayer]

[ ...faith knows that sound. ]

Dude, seriously?

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[lionofolympus]

[When Herc speaks, it is quite audibly with his mouth full]

Ifh thewa somefin rahhhh?

[Well said, son of Zeus.]

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[thesecondslayer]

Hate to break it to you, but I'm not a fucking 900 number. Get your rocks off somewhere else.

[ charming, faith darling. ]

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[thesecondslayer]

[ diaf, tablet. faith isn't stopping her masochistic spree workout, but fffffffffffff. ]

What?

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[thesecondslayer]

Just working out.

[ bullshit, faith. ]

[Auido]

[garg_elisa]

"Well... someone's worked up."

Maybe not the politest thing, but when catching a random visual broadcast, sometimes there isn't much to say.

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[thesecondslayer]

Someone's not feeling like dealing with this shit today.

[ maybe she should try some acid next in her never ending quest to break these freaking tablets. ]

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[garg_elisa]

"Not that it's any of my business, really, but... you all right?"

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[thesecondslayer]

[ faith breathes in and out, concentrating on the burn in her arms for a moment. ]

Peachy keen.

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[vikingvampire]

Curious. What in the world could possibly have worked Faith up so much that she's beating up that poor, defenseless punching bag? She's in fine form, whatever the reason for it, and Eric is admiring that at the very least.

"I'm sure there's some innuendo I could make about stamina right now, but..." he trails off, watching appreciatively while she does her push ups.

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[thesecondslayer]

"Wicked freaking hilarious, Fang." Faith's not stopping in her routine, and the snark has less concentrated bite than usual. "You come up with that one all by yourself?"

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[vikingvampire]

Smirk. He's not going to dignify that with an answer. "If you want to take out your frustrations on a living," so to speak, "thing, I'd be more than willing to offer my services."

Even though he's not propositioning her for sex, it still sounds that way. Eric's way with words is awesome like that.

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[thesecondslayer]

"Yeah, not in the mood. Sorry, babe, kitchen's closed." So, she'll take that one as the come-on it sounds like, sure. But when Faith's in a place like this, company is the last thing she wants. Eric's... Eric. Funny as hell sometimes, great lay, cool enough guy. But she trusts him about as far as she can throw him, loyalty to Godric or not. And that's cool and all, but it means she's not gonna go running to him just because he gets his swagger on.

[faderbroderson]

Typically if Godric caught Faith during a workout, he would sit back and enjoy the sight of her shirt plastered against her skin. But this workout is more vicious than normal, and that's never a good sign.

"Would you prefer a partner who fights back?" Punching bags can't exhaust Faith as satisfyingly as Godric can.

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[thesecondslayer]

"Nah, I'm fine." For fine read 'lying', and that much is obvious even without the benefit of a blood bond. If it's bad enough Faith reaches for working out instead of her usual unhealthy coping skills, shit is up.

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[faderbroderson]

"You're not." It's a wonder you ever bother to lie to Godric, Faith. He calls you on it every time.

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[thesecondslayer]

"Yeah, and you're a freaking cheater." Godric is the only person other than Angel currently in Taxon who can call her out like that and not get anything but mild grumbling for it.