Who: Dawn & The Residents of Cabin 001 Where: ...Cabin 001! When: This eveningish? What: Interaction Rating: TBD
She was starting to become depressed, which wasn't really a good thing. Dawn was growing tired of living in this strange place without her family or her friends, and without people who could understand that Drusilla was evil and should just be left out in the sun to die. All the better if she never got sent back because then she would never kill Kendra and Faith would never show up and all kinds of bad things would never happen. But unfortunately, Dawn was stuck in this stupid resort and was being forced to work so that she could survive. It was weird, having had to learn how to survive on her own. But after Buffy had been sent back, she realized that she had to. It was also safer, and easier, to not make friends with the other people there, because she never knew when one of them might be the next to leave.
On getting home from the grocery store, she headed upstairs to change clothes, and used some hair sticks she'd picked up the day before to pin her hair in a loose, messy bun. It had gotten a lot longer since her arrival, but she hadn't really felt like cutting it yet. Whenever the thought crossed her mind, she could remember her sister running her fingers over it to soothe her, and she told herself she'd get to it eventually. Changing into jeans and a sky blue tank top, the now-seventeen year old (and wasn't THAT weird without Buffy being around?) went down to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge to try and find something to eat.