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connor reilly (sneersgenetic) wrote in ridgewayresort,
@ 2010-05-08 15:58:00

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!closed, connor reilly, dawn summers

WHO: Connor Reilly & Dawn Summers
WHERE: The grounds outside the resort.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
WHAT: Supply run.
RATING: PG-ish?
STATUS: in progress...

Connor was restless. He'd spent nearly a year in hell fighting every single day. It was nice at first, to not have to pick up a weapon or throw a punch, but he was growing tired of it. In a way, coming here felt like an answer to his restlessness, as going about the life of the 'regular teenager' he'd been while wrapped tightly in the bubble that was the life Cyvus Vail had wove no longer fit. He wasn't just a regular teenager, he was this strange blend of someone who once was and someone who'd been nothing more than a grand illusion, a lie. Connor Reilly wasn't him, not really; neither was that seriously messed up kid who tried to kill himself in a mall. He though he'd had himself figured out in hell, where he was the third most powerful being fighting on the side of good, second to only Illyria and Spike, but after the reset...it had muddled everything.

This place wasn't helping, either— with him figuring out who he was or the restlessness. So, when Dawn asked him if he wanted to go on a supply run, he was all kinds of game. He could stand to get out and stand to do some damage, if the zombies decided to come at them.

He waited for her by the nearest exit, no weapons visibly on him, though there was a dagger in his boot should he need it, but Connor was perfect willing and able to fight with just his hands.

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niblet
2010-05-09 01:57 am UTC (link)

Dawn was nervous, and frightened, but hey-from what she'd seen, these were the slow clumsy zombies. The kind you could practically out walk. Her own zombie knowledge had come from years of watching movies with Xander, so when Alice had talked about how to stop them, she'd pretty much figured that out on her own. Damage to the head, or sever the neck, and it'd die. She'd claimed a small crossbow from the weapons room because she was not really the gun-type. Arming herself with the crossbow and a small pouch containing about thirty bolts, she made her way to the exit and smiled when she saw Connor. She'd seen him once or twice inside, but this was the first time she'd really gotten an up-close look at him, and inwardly she couldn't help but like what she saw.

Deep breath, Dawn. Calm down!

She indeed took a deep breath, and she smiled brightly as she reached him. "Hey. Ready to go zombie dodging?"

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sneersgenetic
2010-05-09 07:50 pm UTC (link)

Nervous. He could smell it coming off her in waves— not that he was about to point it out. Connor had more tact than that and had learned quickly that letting people know that he could pick up on things like scent was a quick way to lose the friends you just made. It was one of the reasons he'd felt so at home in the company of Spike and Nina and Illyria; they didn't flinch at such a mention and often, contributed to it or made it before he could even speak up. After the time reset, he had to go back to keeping that part of himself in a box that wasn't to be opened up when in the presence of 'normal' company.

Odd, how he found himself missing the 'freedoms' he had in hell— the fact that he had them there and didn't here (or back in non-hell LA, for that matter), was something within itself.

He grinned at her, reassuringly. "Always ready for a good fight. Zombies are like kittens compared to what I'm used to."

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