WHO: Faith Lehane and OPEN to the Hyperion (though Superblood would be appreciated!) WHAT: the Slayer limps home WHEN: Following this WHERE: the Hyperion RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
Faith was pissed. Beyond pissed actually, she'd liked that shirt. And some strange psycho blonde bitch had actually scraped her with some knife. She supposed she should be flattered that she had a price on her head, but mostly she was just irritated as she made her way back to the Hyperion, her hand still pressed against the wound.
She fumbled a bit as she opened the door to the hotel, awkwardly stumbling through the door. Despite the season she felt hot, too hot actually, and when she lifted her hand away she was perturbed to see the bleeding hadn't stopped. Hadn't even slowed down as it kept running down her arm from the shoulder wound.
"Oh that's not good."
Her vision began to swim slightly as she swayed on her feet. Her hand shook as she tried to take a closer look at the blood on her fingers. Something about it didn't smell quite right. The woman's skill, it was training. Price on her head, assassin. So why had the knife landed so badly, to give her such a shallow cut?
The realization made her sway again, leaning on the wall for support. Poison. The knife had been poisoned.