Faith Lehane (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rogue_slayer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-08-09 11:30:00 |
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When: Nowish
Where: Faith's Pimp Palace
Why: Because all Faith wanted was some dinner.
Warnings: crazycave!Emily
Faith had her arms folded over her chest, standing in the main kitchen leaning against the counter. It was just another average day for one of New York's busiest madams. She took the calls, she booked them, she tried her best to keep track of who she owed and who owed her. She even had a leftover slice of pie that Mary had brought over for Emily with a few of the girls. The problem was, she had to eat it with her fingers because somehow... mysteriously every piece of silverware in the house had disappeared.
Things had been getting progressively worse over the last few days and Faith didn't really understand it. She'd seemed fine after the attack happened. In fact, she had been the one telling everyone else to shut up because she was fine. Now, if it had been Solvei or Dean saying that Faith wouldn't have bothered to believe it, but Emily wasn't like the rest of them so she believed her.
It didn't get her very far. All of the silverware was gone along with any pens, bottle openers, anything that had a sharp edge. Some of the girls had complained that she'd broken into their room and stolen razors and other things. Faith didn't know. She didn't understand what was going on. She wanted to believe that it would just work itself out until Solvei wasn't tangled up with her boyfriend and their kid or until Dean stopped being a bitch and came back home.
Unfortunately, it didn't work itself out. She realized that when she went to drag her weapons trunk out of the closet and saw that someone had tried pretty damn hard to pry the lock off of it. Yeah, Emily getting into Faith's good weapons just wasn't something that was going to happen and with a house full of other people, Faith just didn't have the time to dedicate to it. The biggest problem was that she didn't understand it and short of calling the closest Nut House she wasn't sure what else to do. Luckily, Dean was coming to deal with it.
She lit up a cigarette and stared out the window moodily as she waited for Winchester to get his ass over to the house. And people thought she was the crazy one.