Who: Dawn Summers and Open to Connor, Giles, Spike, or Faith Where: Rear prison yard When: This morning Rating: TBD Status: Open
Dawn liked to think that she wasn’t stupid. She just wished that others felt the same way. As she loaded up a crossbow and sighted it at a target across the yard, fifty yards away, she frowned in concentration while trying to ignore her own uneasiness. She knew something was going on, something that had started the night Jessica had been killed, and now Connor, Giles, Faith…they were all acting kind of weird. Jumpy, even. And she was beginning to suspect that there was something she wasn’t being told, and didn’t like that. As for Spike…she could feel him near. Watching her which, sometimes, unnerved her, but other times it just made her get annoyed. Really, hadn’t he gotten over the whole stalking Summers’ women before this? Her mom had told her to give him a chance, and to let others in, but she just…couldn’t. Too many had died, and were dying. All Dawn was interested in anymore was surviving, and with Buffy actually being kind of nice to her lately, she was starting to wonder if maybe it was time to move on.
Pressing the trigger, the bolt soared soundlessly through the air and struck the target directly where its head would be. Lowering the crossbow, she gave a faint nod of satisfaction, then reloaded it with another bolt, aimed, and fired. Doing this three more times, Dawn filled the target with bolts, then jogged over to it to retrieve the bolts before turning and giving a faint sigh of annoyance.
“I know you’re out there,” she raised her voice a little so it carried. “You might as well come out.”