|connor reilly (sneersgenetic) wrote in ridgewayresort,|
@ 2010-05-08 15:58:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, connor reilly, dawn summers|
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.