Who: Faith, OTA What: Paroled and Free When: Just a Wed. Evening Where: The Hyperion
Faith hadn't heard from Angel for a couple of months. At first, she thought it was her fault, after all, no one was making him visit. He had his own atonement to deal with. Besides, sticking up for her had caused him enough problems with Buffy, and well, everyone else. Then of course was the worry, the guy was fighting big bads. There was a chance he had lost. When she got the word that she was up for parole, good behavior, go figure, she waited. She still didn't hear from him. Now she was worried. So, she called. Lucky her, she got Wes on the phone. So not the conversation she wanted to have, but hey, like Angel said, atonement was a bitch. Wes gave her the update. He was no longer with the group, shit went down. Big time. Involving, Darla and Angel's kid of all things. Maybe that was why Wes was talking to her, doing his own atonement. He let her in on another little mystery. Angel and Cordelia both had disappeared. He was working on it, she shouldn't worry, so she didn't mention the parole hearing. Like she was actually going to ask him to show up. For or against her.
So she went in front of the board with no idea that Wes had found Angel, at the bottom of the ocean. No idea he was back. No idea, about anything. Angel was the only source she had had in the outside world. Without that link, her world had shrunk to bars and fights. Ones she avoided at all costs. After the first few months people learned, she could hold her own. She didn't want to fight but if they brought it, she would finish it, even if she was holding back. They had no idea what she was capable of, and that had scared her. That she was left alone most of the time out of fear of what she could do, when she wasn't even trying. Still, the quiet got to you. She found herself hoping she'd get out, with no idea what she would do with her life from now on. Not really seeing a lot of opportunities and a lot of burned bridges. When she was told she was getting out she realized, she had no one to call. No one to share the news with.
Leaving on a Wednesday, her clothes and boots given back, and 52 bucks to hit the road. She had never felt like this. She'd been in a new city, alone, with nothing plenty of times. It never made her feel as alone and wary as this. So she grabbed a bus, she'd head to L.A. See if Wes needed help, if Angel and his friends were all found and all right. Then, she'd figure out what to do, where to go. Sunnydale was out. She pushed the uncertainty aside, one step at a time. It was dusk now, and she looked up at the building. Hyperion. It was a place to start at least. Pushing open the door she walked in and looked around the lobby.