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Who: Tara Maclay
What: It's about time Tara made an appearance, coming back from the dead is a good way to start it.
Where: In town, wandering the streets.
When: Early morning, say around 8am.
Open: Yes, to BtVS peeps.
Rating: TBA
Tara didn't remember much at first, there was a lot of feelings mostly. Love, contentment, happiness. Then there was pain, shock, confusion before finally nothing. Sounds and noises dribbled back to her as well, the sound of glass shattering, muttered confused words about a shirt and Willow.... her voice, oh god her voice. Sobs, begs, anguish. She had died, she finally remembered. Tara didn't know how or why really, but she was back. As bright and alive as the afternoon she and Willow had gotten dressed, playfully teasing one another about clothing. In fact she was exactly like that afternoon, same age, same clothing, heck, she was even wearing the slippers she had died in. Tara looked down at her chest, running her hand just above her left breast. There was no wound, no blood, nothing. She didn't quite understand why exactly she was back, still twenty two years old and perfectly healthy. It was obvious that she was unsure as she looked around the strange town as she walked the streets, it wasn't Sunnydale, that much was sure. She stopped to look at a movie poster hanging in the window of a store front, reading the release date. 2009? She had been dead for seven years? She wrapped her arms around herself, the thought scaring her slightly. Why was she back? And where exactly was she?
What: It's about time Tara made an appearance, coming back from the dead is a good way to start it.
Where: In town, wandering the streets.
When: Early morning, say around 8am.
Open: Yes, to BtVS peeps.
Rating: TBA
Tara didn't remember much at first, there was a lot of feelings mostly. Love, contentment, happiness. Then there was pain, shock, confusion before finally nothing. Sounds and noises dribbled back to her as well, the sound of glass shattering, muttered confused words about a shirt and Willow.... her voice, oh god her voice. Sobs, begs, anguish. She had died, she finally remembered. Tara didn't know how or why really, but she was back. As bright and alive as the afternoon she and Willow had gotten dressed, playfully teasing one another about clothing. In fact she was exactly like that afternoon, same age, same clothing, heck, she was even wearing the slippers she had died in. Tara looked down at her chest, running her hand just above her left breast. There was no wound, no blood, nothing. She didn't quite understand why exactly she was back, still twenty two years old and perfectly healthy. It was obvious that she was unsure as she looked around the strange town as she walked the streets, it wasn't Sunnydale, that much was sure. She stopped to look at a movie poster hanging in the window of a store front, reading the release date. 2009? She had been dead for seven years? She wrapped her arms around herself, the thought scaring her slightly. Why was she back? And where exactly was she?