Faith Lehane (slayersocialwrk) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2010-05-14 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, sam winchester |
Who: Faith Lehane & Sam Winchester
When: After her post on the board
Where: Room C-215
What: Faith needs supplies.
Rating: For now, PG-13 for Faith's language
Faith had been there for a few days, and she hadn’t slept a wink. As she’d told her doctor, she was gonna shower-and she did. Since then, though? She’d avoided sleeping. She had slept too damn long, and she didn’t want the nightmares of B killing her-or the Mayor-to return. Instead she’d dismantled her bed and the other bed in her room. One night she had propped the mattresses up against the wall and just punched them for hours, knowing no one would come in ‘cause the sound was muffled. Her explorations of the halls hadn’t yet netted her the location of B or Angel, but she was gonna make sure she was ready. True to her word, Doctor Chaythe had told her where the gym was, and she had made full use of it, working out to get her muscles back into shape after 9 months of laying in a bed.
When she finally felt that her body could hold itself in a fight, she had started thinking about weapons. These were nearly impossible to come by here-but since there were trees outside, she had decided to make some stakes. Only problem was that she didn’t have anything with which to carve them. Since Angel was one of her main concerns, she also decided that holy water would be good to have on hand. So she decided to put a note up, just in case someone around there might know where she could find what she needed.
Faith was happy someone responded, even though she didn’t know who he was. But he promised holy water, so she headed for his room anyway. When she arrived, she frowned as she saw something on the floor right at the edge of the door. Was that salt? Weird. Well, this was a nuthouse, right? Lifting her fist, she knocked on the door, then waited for it to be opened up.