fuck a hero

For homeisgone

2006-10-29T11:31:08Z

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.

A discussion with Giles, mostly to inform him of her plans. . so no one accused her of going off the deep end again. They would anyway, but at least she'd have a safety net this time 'round. The Watcher had granted a small expense account, overdue from her former stretch of goodness. As he put it, she was to 'consider it a reimbursement for the Council's former neglect and brash conduct.'

Worked fine for her standards. Far from the requirements of luxurious comfort, it was more than Faith needed to get by. This simply allowed her less worry with things like stealing and hustling and gambling-- the normal financial aids of her lifestyle.

Her first thought had been to visit Angel. He was her vampiric savior, after all. Understood her better than most, sometimes better than she knew herself. On the day she'd left though, Giles had warned her to stay away from him for all their benefit. Something about a new contract with Wolfram and Hart. It was difficult for the Slayer to picture the Big Guy running the law firm that had once hired her to kill him. . so mostly, she didn't think about it.

If something serious came down, the Council would no doubt collect her attention. That had been a week ago. She'd since settled in to her new apartment in Boston. Basic one bedroom, decent furnishings and neighborhood. All new to Faith, it still took her some adjustment. No roaches or rodents. . it was a good thing.

Nothing like a healthy drinking schedule to celebrate a new setup. Which was exactly what she was busy doing. Mixed inhabitants, human and demon. She wasn't shy, thought it best to announce her presence in the community up front; give the evil population at least a chance to clear out of her town.

See, she'd changed. Learned the rules of good sportsmanship.

I must'a missed something

2006-10-29T05:12:33Z

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.

For cagedheat

2006-10-26T07:27:40Z

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.

He had been spent though, down to the last penny, in the graveyard. She didn't have carefully picked words to show her concern, but she was scared shitless. He'd called to her and passed out shortly after, never responding to her curiousness. She pondered what it was he'd wanted while rummaging through his bathroom and kitchen for supplies.

She wasn't gone long. Largest bowl she could find, washcloth, bandages, and tape all came back with her. If there was anything else that would be of use, she hadn't found it. He wouldn't be happy with the messes she'd made during the search, but again, it was something he'd get over.

Time and care went in to cleaning the wound and packaging the hole up nice and tidy with gauze, flat and wrapped around midsection in layers of loops. There'd been so much blood. More than she was use to. . not for a long while. He hadn't woken so she was currently hiding in the trashed bathroom, sitting on the tub's edge. Hands were extended, fingers spread open as she stared down at the red-stained skin. Lump was fought back with a swallow and she let the emotion settle. Guilt for leaving him to get hurt, guilt for still being mad at him and for letting that anger keep her from curling up beside him in company.

It wasn't suppose to happen this way.

For gastoflame

2006-10-25T17:45:24Z

She hated planes. It wasn't the machine or the idea of flying that rubbed her the wrong way. It was the fact that they never arrived as scheduled. At least that had been Faith's experience since taking up work for the Council after the fall of Sunnydale.

They'd started with simple enough tasks-- go here, find her, both of you come back alive. Giles, to state the obvious, had recited the speech with a lot more words and British quips. But that was the nutshell, cracked open in simplest terms.

She'd served her time as obedient Slayer, fetching newly called girls and training them for the line of duty and short life spans. But she'd grown restless, as a person of Faith's nature always does, for something new. Actually, in this case, something old, to her past as well as in years.

The first mention of visiting Angel had exploded in heated debate amongst the Scoobies and a physical bout with Buffy. No surprise there, really. They all had this insane notion that he was the Big Bad again because he had taken over the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart. And okay, it was an evil law firm with evil clients and a mostly evil staff. . valid points.

But Faith stood alone in her belief of Angel's intention. She seemed to be the only one with the brain power to realize that Angelus would never settle down as a CEO, no matter how much damage he could wield through the company. It wasn't his style. He made his own plans and liked to be the one to carry out the dirty deeds. He didn't play well with others and he wouldn't take orders, not from the Senior Partners, not from anyone.

After that, Buffy had left for Rome and Faith had returned to United States soil in Boston. Technically she was still under their employment, enrolled with payment no less. Giles wasn't such a bad boss when it came to the paper, save for the fact that he'd made it clear were she to seek out Angel. . ties would be severed between her and the Council. No more apartment, no more weapons, no more expense account for her Slayer needs. She'd be broke and Spartan just like before. Selfishness had kept her from vampire sponsor's side. It wasn't something she'd be proud of later.

A call came, warning her of the news of Spike's return as well as Fred's death. It wasn't until months later when another call came, that the full story was revealed. Angel had called England for help and they'd refused.

She understood why, for them-- the looming threat of Angelus being the one behind the wheel. What she couldn't fathom was why no one had told her when she could have aided. She'd of been there. She'd of helped Angel. Fred. . all of them. Now there was something about the Black Thorn and a seer had informed Giles of a battle, now done and ended. She'd hung up on the Watcher without another word, packing a bag and catching a flight to Los Angeles on one of many of the Council's planes. Call it a parting gift for a soon to be fired Slayer.

So there she was, on darkened sidewalks, boot clad feet stomping steps out to lead her to the law firm. It all looked different. She could smell smoke and charred flesh but saw no flames, no sign of the stench that assaulted her nose. No deafening screams of horror, no citizens fleeing from unknown hordes of demons. So where was everyone ?

Had they all fled ? Were they locked safe and tight in their homes, afraid to come outside ? Paint this Slayer confused, 'cause she sure as Hell didn't know. What about the battle itself. . had anyone survived and either way, were the monsters still running loose ? It was too much to deal with all at once.

Finally arriving to a still broken and demolished foundation, she stood outside of the once Wolfram and Hart building, staring at what had once been her friend's home. How the fuck was she suppose to find him now ?

For cagedheat

2006-10-19T21:00:35Z

Stern expression dwelled on slightly pale visage, the body attached now aimlessly wandering one of the local graveyards. It was night again and she'd taken the opportunity to slip away for a quick spot of destruction. Well, perhaps 'opportunity' was a bit of a stretch as, more accurately, she'd simply waited for Angel to pass out in her bed and left. What, surprised ? Please. It was classic Faith.

She thought she'd gotten over the commitment-scared, need-to-run issues, but apparently she'd been wrong. It wasn't as simple as her leaving Angel. She hadn't, not really. She was a Slayer, the fact that she was in a town not under Council supervision didn't mean her calling was any different. There were demons in every city, always.

Jacket was pulled tighter to her frame, almost wishing she was curled up under the blankets now. The sex, as one would expect, had been wicked hot, all. . she'd lost count, actually. But the phenomena of vampire and Slayer ? She knew why Buffy dug it so much now. The question was-- did he plan to make it a regular occurrence or was he simply giving her a night of fun before returning to his "we can't" point of view ?

Maybe that's why she'd been compelled to sneak away. She still didn't know where she stood with him. Relationships were new territory for Faith, even with the slight detour of Robin. Things would no doubt get complicated-- much like the demon coming her way would prefer. Fuck. Too late to dodge the meeting, her back collided with hard ground at the end of the tackle.

Note to self: cancel the self reflection and pay attention.

For tenebrae_nostro

2006-10-19T05:50:47Z

The demon remembered her, of that much she was sure. It was written all over his ugly, lumpy face. Good. Should make this process go relatively smoothly. She was running low on patience after her meeting with Buffy; good news would be helpful.

"What do you want this time ?"

"You know me. All about charity and good deeds." He gave a scoff of disbelief and Faith shrugged, not even buying that line herself. "Information."

"I don't know anything." Nervousness was palpable from his responses and fidgeting.

Exasperated sigh and Slayer strength rocked demonic visage to bar counter. "Ow !" Roll of doe eyes and she pulled him straight. "For future lying-- it's better to wait until after the question to say that, dumbass. Now, I'm looking for Angel. He been through here ?"

"Angelus ? No. . nope, haven't seen him since last time you ruined my face." Francis seemed to gain a new confidence in speaking. "And even if I had, wouldn't do you any good this time. She recognized that change of demeanor, the last time her and Wesley were about-- about to be attacked. Fuck.

A duck of her frame signified the miss of a vampire's swing, thusly only serving to knock Frankie from his stool. From her crouched state it was easy to gain the advantage, shaking a stake free from her jacket sleeve and rising enough to shove redwood through heart cavity. "C'mon, guys. . " First combustion of dust and she rose, turning to the remaining inhabitants. "Really don't wanna do this. Just want some info."

Lanky, grayish looking adversary came on her next at full speed, babbling something in unknown language. Probably nothing important. Simple sidestep, hands latching to shoulders, his gained momentum was used to direct him airborne and into the wall of liquor and various other fluids lining the back wall. Bottles shattered and collapsed to floor atop and around a now unconscious foe.

Idea struck her then and she catapulted behind the counter, sending the remaining bottles flying across the room, striking wall, floor and remaining hostilities in bursts of glass, fists connecting with anything that threatened her space. Faith Lehane pissed off as never a good thing. Once she'd made a trail of substance to suit her purpose, she grabbed the last needed item and violently worked her way to the exit, eyes shaded with raw frustration.

Growls and other non-pleasantries were delivered as the remaining group formed a semi-circle to her position. "Just remember. . " She started, unfolding the matchbook she'd stolen and sparked the entire pack aflame. ". . I fuckin' warned you." Most confused, watched her intently, while the few who'd caught on attempted asylum to the back of the building. Flame dropped and instantly caught to the spilled alcohol, scorching extended path outward throughout the room.

Pushing the door open, she watched from the road for a moment in satisfaction as the fire grew higher inside, popping the windows open and spreading heat. Sure, she'd no doubt attract attention this way. But she was in need of such attention from the evil community. If the bad guys escaped, not much of a threat; if they didn't, good day's slaying on her part.

There were no residential buildings aligning to worry about so that sometimes pesky conscience wouldn't dwell on the act. Quick check to a gash on her forehead and she cursed before ignoring it. In continued observation, cigarette was attained and lit, allowing another few steps back to fully view the destruction she'd created. "I love this job."

Renamed

2006-10-14T08:35:59Z

I've remaned my journal from faith__lehane to scratchyouout. Same person, entries, everything else. . only a new name. So don't be confused, still Eva. <3

For tenebrae_nostro

2006-09-28T04:01:42Z

Not much is known about Faith Lehane before she tore into Sunnydale, CA like a tornado, destroying everything in her wake before her departure to Los Angeles. Chosen as next in the Slayer line after Kendra was killed, her Watcher soon fell victim to a demon by the name of Kakistos while they were in Faith's hometown of Boston. Remembering mention of Buffy Summers, the Slayer to have died and returned, Faith made a trip to the Hellmouth.

Quickly making it known that while both females shared the mythic responsibility as defender against the demons and vampires and a few side affects of the job, they couldn't have been more different. Opposing forces that, for a time, combined strength and energy into terrorizing the evil community.

While she was welcome in the Scooby circle regarding her duties, the group was always detached from her, leaving her once again, as the outsider. The situation heightened after Gwendolyn Post arrived, supposedly Faith's new Watcher sent from The Council. The fraud used Faith's need for acceptance, abusing that hesitant trust in attempt to capture the Glove of Mynnigon. Once the truth wass exposed Faith only became more isolated, save for a one night tryst with Xander Harris.

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was next as her Watcher, discharged from The Council as both slayers' guidance and the replacement for Rupert Giles. Green and unable to wield control over Faith or any of the group, his presence inevitably only worsened matters.

During a rescue attempt, the Mayor's employee by the name of Finch was caught in the crossfire of Slayer instinct and reflexes, Faith ultimately staking him and becoming a murderer. When Xander shows up at her hotel room, she mistakes his intentions and while riding the downward spiral of self inflicted guilt and doubt, she makes another mistake by strangling the male close to death.

Angel had taken her under his captive, hoping to talk her down from the seeming descent Faith was bent on taking. His efforts ruined and were rendered ineffective when Wesley brings Council operatives in to arrest Faith. Upon her escape, she turns to Mayor Richard Wilkins III as a last resort for alliance.

The two develop an emotional closeness that she had never experienced, soon coming to view him as a father figure. The Mayor's assassin, she runs a streak of murders and crimes on his behalf, further causing pain and suffering to the Scooby Gang. It was only after Faith poisoned Angel that Buffy took actions to kill her in sacrifice to save the vampire, only succeeding in wounding the brunette and putting her in a coma.

The group's high school years are over and halfway through Freshman courses at college when Faith awakes, bent on revenge. A from-the-grave gift courtesy of the long dead Mayor allows her to switch bodies with Buffy, where she assumes the life she could have had, even if she hates the way Buffy lives it. Sleeping with Riley, flirting with Spike, insulting the gang-- only a few examples Faith threw on Buffy before the switch was reversed by Willow and Tara.

Fleeing to L.A. she took work from Wolfram and Hart, a contract to kill Angel. In the process of her game she injuries Cordelia, along with other innocent bystanders and tortures Wesley in order to push Angel to the point of killing her. He refuses and after a long fight manages to gain Faith's cooperation in bringing her back from the darkness. Buffy soon shows up, as well as more Council operatives, creating chaos at the end of which Faith turns herself in to the police to pay for her crimes.

Over her prison sentence Angel visits her, gaining her friendship and offering her support. When the vampire loses his soul and reverts to Angelus, Wesley arrives to surprise her with a break from jail. A hard trial of redemption and she makes new allegiances with the inhabitants of Angel Investigations and heads back to Sunnydale with Willow after being informed of The First's plans to end the world.

After the initial awkwardness of being around the people she had once tried to kill, she settled in to herself and aided in preparing for the coming battle. Faith has her turn of leadership amongst the Potential Slayers and after another knock of unconsciousness, eventually a strategy for defeating their enemy is found based off of the Scythe Buffy retrieves from Caleb.

Surviving the war, she started a semi relationship with ex principal Robin Wood. The couple was short lived, a tight collared, follow the rules man turning out to be not her type.

Faith serves as the dark reflection to Buffy, the temptation and seduction of evil with which the blonde refuses to flirt. Buffy being Faith's "what if" version, of what might have been if her childhood circumstances had been different. She possesses all the abilities lent from her Slayer status-- superhuman strength, speed, healing time, reflexes, agility and random visions warning her of oncoming disaster. She has a casualness for violence, sex and other vulgarities. Although she is reformed in ways and now on the side of good, her patience is still barely existence and she doesn't trust easily.

For seer_of_faith

2006-09-28T03:58:06Z

Lips parted to protest the number of rooms when Cordelia interrupted with her offer to take the smaller. That surprised her enough into silence. Chase passing up a suite ? Wasn't that one of the signs of the Apocalypse ? A mental shrug and Xander stepped on her next attempted statement.

At the word 'married' Faith's head snapped around in attention to him, managing to keep her expression lacking in shock. Biting the inside of her lip to avoid the laughter that threatened to spill out at his ridiculous story, she was pulled closer by his arm around her.

Yeah, the world had to be ending. Xander Harris, the man she had once tried to kill, openly putting them in a situation where people would expect them to be in close contact. As Kay's attention was diverted with the keys, she responded to his well pleased wink and smile with crossed eyes and a goofy face resembling something a six year old would do. "What can I say. . " the Slayer did her best at an innocent smile towards the elderly woman, "I just love banging hard things."

The woman didn't seem to notice the underlying perverted nature of her symbols reference, so Faith simply laughed to herself and turned to leave. That was when Xander's arm was offered to her. "Aw, now Pookie, no reason to be shy. It's our honeymoon after all." Dragging his arm around her shoulders, she held on to the wrist with a loose grip; the arm against him snaked around his back, allowing her hand to rest in his back pocket. Flash of Faith's normal predator smile and she lead him to the elevator, swearing she heard Cordelia scoff in disgust at the display.

The appearance was kept until arriving to their room after parting from the vision girl. He wanted to play and Faith didn't mind. It kept her from thinking of memories past, as well as amused her. But then Xander always had. Part of the reason she'd given that dork love a try back in the day. Before the attempted murder and all. Untangling from him as he had the key and would need his hands, she waited, and with a casual glance to the door, gave a chuckle. "Gonna carry me over the threshold, Hubby ?"

For reconnecting

2006-05-25T08:16:39Z

( Welcome to L.A. )

A few random RP samples

2006-05-06T00:11:20Z

Season: Post Seven
Basic Plot: The Scoobies have all scattered; Faith attempts to do the same and move on, on her own.
Scene: Run of the mill dusting.

Drops of wetness pelted surfaces in a coat of slickness, the lingering clouds mocking her nightly ritual. Two sounds vibrated against the darkness-- a clap of thunder and the less noticed noises of a fight. Stance illuminated by the next bolt of lightning; the Rogue Slayer stood at the ready as her vampiric foe advanced in a rush. Entire form dropped in swift motion, back connecting with the damp pavement beneath and in the moment her enemy would leap, legs extended. Experienced muscles tightened, heels colliding with his stomach before leverage was reversed. Tucking into a roll, demon was cast into the air, thrown into the brick of the nearby building.

`` I gotta say. . `` Brunette paused in a crouch, pools of brown steel directed toward opponent. `` The only thing worse than your pick up line, is your smell. ``

She'd encountered the demon inside the club she frequented and when he had hit on her, she seized the opportunity to add another tally to her evening total of defeats. She had nothing better to occupy her time. There was that and the always nagging voice that distinguished the right and wrong choices. Obviously, he regretted approaching her, a growl signifying his recovery as well as annoyance to her insult. He had made the wrong choice.

A smirk tweaked the corners of her lips, practically watching fury overtake his better judgement. He charged her again, another action he would regret before the tussle was over. Using his own momentum against him, hand shot out to clasp around vampire's neck, swinging both in semi - circle. Grasp guided his face to a second meeting of brick and before he could react, stake was brandished from jacket. Wood pierced flesh to puncture heart, ash and dust settling to the gathering puddles as she made her exit.

Boot - laced footsteps arrived to curb and she allowed a moment of observation. The random sidewalk dwellers had no idea of the evil that surrounded them, hiding under the disguise of inviting nocturnal pleasures. That's why she was here.

Not the exact role model for good, by any standards, but she did her job and she liked it. The First was beat down and now she had to carve out a new life for herself. She was familiar with her hometown, so that made it better than other options. And there was an odd sense of duty that had beckoned. It wasn't a neighborhood of luxury or comfort. It was the gritty side of town that the undead were drawn to; and that's where she stayed. So, until she received a better offer, this would be her playground for redemption.

`` Home, sweet, Boston. ``

Season: Post Seven
Basic Plot: Buffy and Angel died in the fight against W&H, leaving the others to cope with the affects of all the Potentials turned Slayers.
Scene: Brief peek at Faith's mind set before she joins Willow and Xander.

It wasn't the looming routines or the tension around the house that disturbed her from sleep on those nights. Plain and simple, it was the dreams. The recurring memories of that day, a month ago. They'd lost their leaders. She'd lost a friend and though she wasn't an emotion type girl, she had cried for both.

And slowly life returned to normal pace-- training potentials, fighting demons. Doing her job. She didn't pretend to be on equal level of adequacy with Buffy or Angel but she filled in as best as she could. There was nothing else she could do. Shaken from her own guilt by the sound of a slammed door. Willow. She knew without looking ; it wasn't the first or last time she'd heard the abstractly taken out anger. As the footsteps retreated down the hall, she glanced to the digital clock on her nightstand. Xander had woken earlier and she assumed that was the witches' destination.

With a sigh, she tossed the case file to her bed and rose. It was information on another potential that had been taken in from the cold. Nothing of monumental importance but as a rule, Faith preferred to be familiar with her girls. It took backseat, knowing the remaining Scoobies were assembled in the kitchen. The brief glimpse of hope that the witch had discovered something moved her from her room to join the others.

`` The usual suspects. `` She murmured in low key as she took a place at the short row of stools.

She stayed silent, in her seat briefly, watching the two debate back and forth. She wasn't exactly what they'd call a friend, it wasn't her place to butt in on the bonding. Or whatever the hell they called it. Xander would fix Red, it's what he did. Hitting things was her role and she doubted that would help in this situation. Instead she busied herself with moving to the counter and pouring a cup of coffee. She knew from experience by this point how each preferred their caffeine and set the mug in front of the witch. Silent offer of minimal comfort before she reclaimed her own chair.

Up and running

2006-04-07T00:20:58Z

At some point, I will be placing random writings here as pertaining to the character of Faith Lehane. It will also be used as a means of RP. As such, mature themes will no doubt arise. You have been warned.

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