Buffy Summers (busummers) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-20 20:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, {buffy summers, {glimmer |
Characters: Buffy Summers and open
When: Early Sunday Evening
Location: Chance Car
Warnings/Rating: Low right now will change if need be.
Summary: Buffy is bored and has decided to try to get her abilities to work again.
Status: open and ongoing
Buffy couldn’t take hiding in the room anymore and hoping for her powers to come back. No, she still had her moves considering the whole being a cheerleader for so long. It was just everything else that was gone causing her to lose her mind. How much longer could this go on for? Since losing her abilities she had stayed away from working out because the whole hitting a punching bag without gloves actually hurt her. Now that she finally got her wish of being a normal girl, she found herself feeling lost without her abilities. Mitchell wasn’t around to help her out or for her to talk with, but she could take care of herself. Last time she lost her powers, she managed to put up a fight even if it was a lot harder than normal. The idea of taking the scythe had crossed her mind, but she didn’t need to take that out while still being powerless. Instead she went to the chance car and played with the door until getting a room with some targets on it and a few knives, swords, and other sharp weapons. Buffy left the door open just for the hell of it even if it probably wasn’t the smartest idea when she couldn’t sense people showing up behind her. Stepping over to the knives, she thought about starting big but with her abilities out she figured smaller was the better option. Picking up three she moved so she was in front of the target, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes and tossed a knife at the target. The sound of them hitting the floor caused her to groan before opening her eyes to see that the knife had gone under the target. A sigh left her lips as she tried again with her eyes open to see how far it went. Normally she could hit the target without even looking but she wasn’t even getting close. For once the saying fit that she threw like a girl. |