leah sinclair issues mj dance challenges (aslayer) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-14 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | leah, peter petrelli (future) |
Who: Leah and Open [To those at the Hyperion. Gabriel, Peter, Faith, Kennedy? Someone]
When: A little while after her conversations with people on the internet
Where: The Hyperion
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
There was so many different things, so many different bits of information and emotions swirling in her head that she quite really had no idea what to think. But that didn't matter. She could think about how much this whole situation sucked after. Her General wasn't a General, in fact, the other Slayers were half talking down about her. It never would have happened at home. But it was happening here. Now, the Slayer who had nearly drown Buffy in a pool, and who was more or less an assassin, was in charge. There was a Champion she'd never heard of, and rules she'd never learned. But she'd adapt, and she'd learn. She didn't have to think, she just had to follow orders.
It was a few hours after her conversation that she hunted down the Hyperion. She didn't know how she felt about being here, but what else could she do? She wasn't about to go Rogue, or turn her back on the Calling. For a while she stood outside, a few blocks away from the Hotel, just staring at it. Hands on her hips, she stared at the building skeptically. Her dark outfit, many of the Slayers wore at the castle while going on missions would have made her hard to see, if it wasn't for the mass of bright red hair that was braided down her back.
Half of her was screaming to just turn around and find Buffy, but if what the others were saying was true, Buffy wasn't going to do much. Sighing, she stuck on a neutral face and headed toward the Hyperion. Around her waist were a variety of weapons, a stake, sharp blades, grapple hook, a few other things. She didn't know what 'arming her up' meant, because carrying much of anything else would be extremely inconvenient. But she'd soon find out.
Her feet kept moving, though her mind was torn. Eventually she did make it to the Hyperion. It was a hotel. Did she walk in, or knock? It wasn't just a regular. "Jus' what have yeh got yourself into?" she muttered to herself. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door, and then slowly pushed it open, peering into the hotel lobby. "Hello?"