It was too hard, being surrounded by tweed and White Hats every day, every where she turned. She hadn't reverted back to her evil, murdering ways but she definitely couldn't handle the new Council anymore. So, what did a rebellious Slayer do in this situation ?

She packed it up and hauled ass to more familiar, more comfortable scenery, that's what. It wasn't such a hard decision. Buffy and her groupies were never fully going to forgive or forget what had happened in those earlier years. She couldn't be in a room with one for an extended period without a backhanded remark stabbing her already bruised conscience.

( Cutting the ties that bind )

I love how those new RPs advertise for players and then just take any dumbass that shows up. I could understand if it's an older game and the slot's still open and you need the character filled. But when you advertise and an hour later you just start letting anyone in without an app. . to me that's stupid. What's the point of RPing if you don't even test the player's in an attempt to find the best ?

I dunno. It was a random thought that was bugging me from seeing certain comms pop up.

--And no, I don't care if this offended you. Because if it did, you're probably one of those stupid people I was talking about. Get out of my journal.

Angel was no doubt thinking this was his prize for coming out of hiding, even for one night. Thinking his point had been proven. Faith couldn't help but realize it as she lugged him the final stretch down the sidewalk. That almost pissed the Slayer off more than the people who'd punched the hole in his gut. Almost. If he wanted to track a bullshit line for his outlet of anger, fine. She had more important things to do.

They'd finally made it to the apartment, where she fumbled clumsily with doorknob to gain entrance. Once she had, she took him down the hall and to his bed, aiding in the process, even if he did wake and find the energy to bellow at how unmanly it was. He'd get over it.

( All of this, for you )