Faith (slayednlaid) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2009-10-17 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, faith lehane, week one |
WHO: Faith and Angel
WHEN: Saturday night.
WHAT: Finally going to talk to him with out killing involved.
WHERE: Kitchen.
RATING: PG-13 for Faith, it's bound to have intense swearing and adult topics.
STATUS: In progress
Faith had spent the day mapping out the layout to this place and getting a feel for it, she had found a great spot to hold her training class, now all she needed was for the gang to start singing up. There was lots of other things, more productive things she could have been doing at the moment but the dark Slayer chose to feed her hunger and see what kind of food was in the rather large kitchen.
The brunette was dressed in her usual garb that consisted of a tank top that was branded with the Metallica logo, her newly acquired brown leather jacket, left open covered her shoulders, and a pair of jeans that looked like they had seen much better days were meet with a pair of what she called "Shit kickin boots." They were as much a necessity in her arsenal as her cross bow and stake. Heading for the cupboards she rummaged around and first thing she found was a bag of potato chips so she helped herself and kept looking around. It didn't take her long to realize she wasn't alone, she could sense someone else's presence and she could smell his sent anywhere. Putting the bag down Faith wiped her hands in her jeans and walked around the huge metal island in the kitchen, where she spotted the tall, dark and fairly handsome vampire.
A small smirk crept over her near pale complexion as she approached him, he had his head in the fridge. She couldn't help herself from looking sideways at his ass. "If vamps like blood warm, what the heck are you doing digging through there? Force of habit?" Faith laughed and mounted a near by counter top then swung her legs, blowing hair out of her face.
"Great lair you got here chief..so..uh how's it goin' anyway?" She smiled at the vampire awkwardly. Not long ago had she been inside of this guys head and connected to him in a way no one could really say they had. She'd once hated the guy..or at least wanted him to be the sexy evil side of himself for a long while, that or in hell..but these days she was more comfortable with the fact that he was with soul attached and not breathing. "Any leads on why the fuck we are here?" She questioned him.