Who: Jack and Sky. What: Jack tries to go on patrol alone, with a killer vampy Faith out there. When: Wednesday Night. Where: His place. Warnings: TBA. Status: in progress...
Jack was beyond pissed. Buffy was being stupid, the world as he knew it had been turned upside down. To top it all off he felt alone in the fight. Everyone had their own problems, everything was falling around him. But he didn't say a word. The pressure was getting to him as he waited for sunset. Maybe tonight he'd get a lead. The passed four had been severely lacking. Not even Faith's usual hangouts. But he should have suspected that, she was playing it smart. Weather she knew it or not. Maybe it was just second nature, maybe somehow she just knew. She was Faith. At the same time she wasn't.
The news reporter in the background on the t.v. he left on obviously said otherwise. Faith wouldn't do this. Kill innocent people..he was struggling with himself internally. Trying to keep a straight face otherwise, and mostly failing. Jack was too close to his. Sam and the slayers..they were the first people he met when he arrived over a year ago..and now they were in trouble. His tricks wouldn't work, unless he could get close enough to contain her. Even if he could, why should he? The people at the Hyperion seemed to think that re-attaching a soul to this Faith would make her better..he was starting to think otherwise. Especially after what happened with Angel. Jack was in his room, knelt infront of a bag of weaponry and digging through it. The silver knife Faith had given him, check. Stake-check. Holy water, check.
His thoughts were torn in so many directions lately he hadn't really been taking care of himself. He was rarely around for meals. Worked during the day, and was now trying to run off and go patrol after less than an hours worth of sleep in the past two days. He had been walking around the apartment much like a zombie.