Entry tags:

buffy summers, open

Who: Buffy Summers, Open
What: Late night, shes got the munchies
When: Around 11pm
Where: Apartment Complex, Kitchens

The past little while she hadn't been getting much sleep. She spent most of her nights going back and forth between seeing how the weapon was coming along, patrolling, running security and watching someone she knew say things that were bound to get his head smashed in. She'd finished a training session and made sure the alarms on the building were set before the Slayer headed to the kitchen. Her tummy was growling and demanded a late night snack. She had nothing better to do anyway. It wasn't like she slept often.

Not really feeling like joining the latest online drama, the Slayer avoided the computer. Instead, she found herself sitting infront of a bowl of lucky charms, leaning forward on the table. With one hand she ate, while the other examined one of those mazes that was on the side of the milk carton, finding her way through the path with her eyes.

It was eleven, she should be tired by now. But her sleep schedule had been so thrown off by the invasion of evil aliens, it crazy. Maybe after this she'd go down and look at that weapon again. It had to be getting close to being finished, didn't it?