Buffy (chosenforthis) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-15 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, complete, jack landors |
WHO: Buffy Summers and Jack Landors
WHAT: Buffy's just made her re-entrance to this world. Naturally, nothing is how she left it.
WHEN: Evening
WHERE: The streets of L.A.
RATING: Low
She couldn't remember how she'd arrived here, where she'd been last, or much else of anything. "Okay, the square root of ..." No. She didn't know math on her best days. "So I'm not a math genius, I can deal with that," she said to herself, rising to her feet. There was a presence inside of her that didn't have her panicking even when there was an urge to do so. She knew who she was, but something had happened. And probably something bad. Instinct told her that. Her instincts seemed to be pretty good, in fact. This was displayed as she heard something above her and stepped two feet backward just in time for a splash of water to hit the spot where she'd been standing.
Looking upwards, she realized she was in an alley, with two large buildings on either side. The evidence of a flower pot and a shirt hanging over a railing had Buffy decide they were apartment complexes.
But even in her haze, she knew that people didn't just end up in alley ways. She reached down to check her pockets. No money, no wallet. No pockets, in fact. She examined herself for signs of a fight, memories floating back to her without a sequence anchoring them down.
She had a few cuts, scrapes, bruises - so there had been a fight. She couldn't figure out with who. And she couldn't recognize the area as Sunnydale. These were problems. Walking towards the street lights she crossed her arms over her white sweater. Tall buildings surrounded her on the street as she began walking slowly, taking in her surroundings.
She'd been walking only a little bit when she overheard a bit of passing conversation ('We're gonna party to dawn!') that triggered a lurching of her stomach. A wave of nausea came, and then came again. She was remembering her most recent memories, which had been tucked away for whatever reason. Buffy could remember Dawn standing on the tower with her. Glory. The battle. Dawn bleeding. A certainty. A jump. And...this was the fall?
Well, none of that made sense. And although Buffy could have managed to deal with all of this emotionally given a cup of coffee and some time - the actual physical way in which her brain was overloaded by the recollection of memories was giving her brain a power glitch. She toppled over onto the sidewalk, as though she were a drunk who had passed out cold.
This Buffy Summers wasn't supposed to be here. Yet here she was. Not in heaven or hell. Not dead at all. Of course, not exactly conscious.