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Post by sof3 on Mar 22, 2013 10:37:18 GMT -6
---------------- ----------------Faith seriously needed a social life. Between the time she spent patrolling and whatnot she didn’t really see a lot of people and while at first she had not really cared, it was starting to take a toll on the slayer. Had she changed to the point where she was thinking that she was actually going to need friends? Seriously, this whole redeption thing and whatnot was clearling changing her in every way possible. not it was not that she didn’t want to change but it was a lot at the same time and truth was she was afraid that she would fall again. That she would fall off the wagon. The brunette slayer sat down on the bed of her motel room and started to flick through the channels trying to find something worthy to watch and of course other than some silly reality tv show about kids in pageant or something like that and clearly not something Faith wanted to watch and yet by the time she realised what she was doing she had been sitting in front of the television for two whole episode.
With a click she turned the television off and threw the remote on the other side of the room. What in the world was she doing ? She jumped off the bed. She needed to get out of here. she took her phone out and had been about to dial Angel’s number. He had been the one to save her when she had felt like she had been about to lose everything. He was one of the few people who knew her well. Who knew the real her. With a sigh she put her phone into her pocket. She couldn’t keep running to him everytime she felt like she was going to fall apart, she needed to find the strength to fight this off. Trouble was, the only way she knew how to fight this off was to actually fight. So she knew that once again she would find herself back into the cemetery for some patrolling.
One would think that the whole thing with Glory would have been enough for her but apparently it was not. It was like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She knew it was part of the things she needed to work on but still she was doing a lot better than she had done previously so at the end of the day, she figured it was good enough. And beside it was not like she was fighting anything she came in contact with, she always made sure they deserved to be fought with. She was not the bad slayer she had been before, she didn’t fight against the people she should be fighting with and slowly she was learning to like herself. it was hard to say the least because let’s face it she didn’t like herself all that much. She acted cocky and what not but seriously she was more confused than anything when it came to herself.
Before walking out, Faith grabbed her stake and closed the door behind her. She walked down to the cemetery. She had been there far too many times recently and she felt like she could walk there with her eyes closed. The heels of her shoes echoed on the pavement with every step she took. With confidence the slayer made her way to the place she spent the better part of her outside time.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 25, 2013 13:44:31 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color]  ----------------------------[/size][/color] Sam sighed, thinking of when he had first come from the cage. He really didn’t understand at that time what happened though now he knew he had been brought back without a soul. Thankfully the love of his life, Jessica, had made it possible for him to be whole again…but it was still a very strange feeling to know that he had walked around for over a year without something that was vital to who he was. He hated knowing that he had done things, said things, acted on things that before he would have never considered…but that was just the way things were apparently.
He patted his pocket momentarily to make sure that he had the book that was needed for the exorcism ritual that he was heading to do when he felt a breeze through the trees pick up, right before he felt himself being lifted up. He groaned as he was thrown over the headstone. Alright, so he was officially annoyed. He hadn’t heard the vampire come up behind him and now his back hurt. Sonofabitch, he was getting to old for this. Okay, so that was a lie. He was still relatively young to be a hunter and his dad had done this for about twice as many years as Sam himself had, so he knew he wasn’t actually getting old, but after everything him and his brother had been with something he definitely felt many years older than his actual 25 years of age.
This was one of those time that he wished Dean had been hunting with him. He would be the first to admit that fighting vampires wasn’t his favorite past time simply because it took him not too long to remember that they had been human once. Sure most black eyed demons had as well (that he hadn’t known until Ruby told him and Dean that) but they were in hell and then came out of hell as demons. Vampires had simply been humans in the wrong place at the wrong time and had ended up getting bitten. The same went for werewolves. Both of whom Sam wasn’t a huge fan of hunting and killing simply because it felt like murder. He would do it obviously as it was his job…but it wasn’t something that he at all enjoyed.
Sam shook his head and went after the vampire again, knowing he had to get this damn thing dead so he could go back to the hotel…he was tired and wanted to get some sleep.
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Post by sof3 on Mar 28, 2013 10:39:42 GMT -6
--------------------------------While she would never say this out loud to anyone, Faith was starting to feel lonely. It was not that she didn’t have friends because she did. She had the scoobies, but still they didn’t really understand where she was coming from. While they were all fighting their inner demons and had all made mistakes (some more than others) but still Faith felt like most of the mistakes she had done were worst then the rest of them. Maybe it was because she had killed people, that she had helped the mayor into his task so long ago and then of course there was the fact she had tried to kill Buffy. Now of course that was something she was ashamed off.
Even more so, Faith kind of hated herself for the things she had done. She had wanted to die literally by begging Angel to kill her. But the old vampire had done everything he could to save her and while she could not say that she was 100% better she was getting there. She didn’t hate herself, she didn’t really like herself either but at least the whole hate was gone. But with this whole being a new Faith thing came a conscience, emotions and the loneliness of it all. She didn’t have the best way of dealing with that, but at least she was putting her negative energy somewhere else. Fighting and patrolling like she was about to do right now. And it didn’t take long for her to find her first vampire. She had felt him coming but apparently the creature of the night ws getting busy with a human.
That was one thing she hated, when humans were involved, they had too many questions, kept saying thank you and wanted to know more. While maybe it would make it easier for them to protect themselves if they knew about the supernatural world, Faith was really not sure of it. If she could have things her way they would not hear about it. Now she had to deal with this situation. It didn’t take before she was ready for a fight but her eyebrow shut up when she saw the human going after the vampire. Great one that wanted to play super hero….because clearly that was what one should do when being attack. But yet this one right there, kind of looked like he knew what he was doing.
Faith walked over to him as he got closer to the vampire. “Need a hand or are you going to be able to take care of this on your own?” she asked simply unsure of what he was about to do. The vampire didn’t seem too strong which was why Faith had not staked him yet, it was not like he could get that far without her being able to get to him.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 31, 2013 13:36:45 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] The vampire didn’t take long before it threw him once again into a headstone, this time though it too Sam a few seconds before his head cleared. A memory came through in that moment, though he had no idea why. He stared up at the window, his eyes watching the scene in front of him in an emotionless manner. He had been back for only a few days and yet somehow he had found himself drawn here. He didn’t know what was the matter with him, well, he knew something was as he had been in hell but it was something more. Something had happened to him but he didn’t know what. It didn’t matter however, he had come to see his brother and for the first time in what felt like his entire life he was seeing him in the role he was meant to be.
He watched as Dean helped Lisa with dinner and they sat together with Ben down at the table. He watched his brother act like the man of the house…in a way that’s what he had always been. Even as a child Dean had been the one to take care of his younger brother…and he was never sure that he actually thanked him for it. It didn’t matter…Dean had done what he said he was going to do…he had gotten out. He had found a way to get out of the hunting life, which had been his only promise to his brother. It didn’t matter even if he didn’t keep his promise, Sam simply didn’t care.
It was time for him to get going. He had work to do. He wasn’t tired, he hadn’t been tired since he had gotten out of the cage. Sleep was inconsequential to him and he didn’t feel like he need to waste his time when there were demons to hunt. He took one more look at the scene in front of him before turning his back, never noticing the light above him flashing and burning out as he walked by. He jumped into his Dodge Charger that he had recently acquired and drove off towards the family he had recently found out about.
He was a basic man now…his life had changed him. He had two basic needs. Hunting and Sex…
Sometimes not in that order
Luckily for him before he could dwell on the memory too long he was able to force himself to stand. He lunged at the vampire and threw his weight into the tackle, rolling off as soon as the thing hit the ground. He heard a woman’s voice behind him and for a moment he was surprised at her words but shook it off. “I got it.” He told her, and then proved his point by grabbing the axe that he had brought with him and beheading the vampire…watching as it turned to dust before his eyes. Standing up he wiped off his hands as they had dust on them before looking down at the brunette. “So…who are you?” He asked, wondering who…and more importantly…what she was.
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Post by sof3 on Apr 5, 2013 10:58:27 GMT -6
--------------------------------Faith had been fighting with vampires for so long it was easy for her to see the mistakes that Sam was making not that he really was making a lot or something like that. Something told her that while he was not a slayer there was something about him. Something that was strong…a fighter. Hunter? She had heard of them and had meet one once but didn’t really get a chance to talk. Or maybe he was just someone who had seen too many vampire movies and had decided to take them on and over time had gotten actually good to it. She doubted it, it took a lot of practice to actually be able to take down a vampire and this guy was actually getting pretty close to actually being able to get rid of the vampire.
The brunette slayer took a step back to let him do his thing but stayed close enough so that if he needed help she could come in and save the day or something like it. Before she would have simply killed the vamp and walked away. No questions no talk. But recently she had changed and while the person she used to be was still there in her mind, waiting for her to step back into her old ways she had started to somewhat cared about people. But that had not always been the case. For the longest time, Faith had acted as if the only person she cared about was herself. she did what she wanted when she wanted with no though about what could happen.
She had done a lot of things she had regretted when she had started to change, the people she had hurt, the man she had killed, the time where she had tried to kill Buffy, the whole body swap thing was also part of it. But if Buffy had managed to find a way to get over this, Faith should be able to do the same thing. It was hard but she was learning. It would have been far easier for her to simply fall back into her old habits and no care about anything else. Sometimes she wanted to take the easy way out but she had worked too hard to go back.
The smirk on Faith’s face was one that said she had indeed impress. He had come in prepared and knew how to use it. Now an axe, maybe it was slightly pushing it but still it had killed the vampire and at the end of the day it was all she really needed to see. “I’m Faith.” She told him. The old Faith would have made some witty comment about how he looked and took him for a ride. But the new Faith asked him something else. “And you are? And by that I mean your name and what you are because clearly you are not an everyday guy that just happens to be walking around the cemetery.”
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Apr 9, 2013 15:24:45 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] Sam was impressed at how much this girl actually seemed to know about vampires. He had met a girl before while hunting another vampire…this one tried to act like she knew what she was talking about but instead of telling him to carry vervain (which surprisingly enough he had never heard of, though he knew what the herb was he didn’t know it affected vampires), the girl had told him to carry a blow torch. When he jokingly asked her how he would disguise a blow torch if he got stopped by a cop (something that unfortunately happened frequently in his line of work) she simply shrugged and bounced away. It had been one of the weirdest interactions he had ever had and that was saying something since he had several run ins with Becky over the past two years or so.
Realizing that his inner thoughts were turning into a ramble he turned his attention back to the brunette who looked like she was a bit of a wild child. For one moment he was reminded of Ruby, the Ruby that he knew before he had realized she was evil. For some reason even though the current body that Ruby wore looked similar to Faith, it was the original body that Ruby wore that Faith reminded him of. Someone who cared about people yet refused to let anyone see it.
Hearing what the woman's name was he furrowed his brow for a moment, trying to figure out where he had heard the name. "Sam, Sam Winchester." He told her before rolling his eyes at himself. "Not to be confused with Bond, James Bond." He stated with an awkward laugh. He really needed to get some sleep. He was starting to get stupid in his insomnia driven state. "As for who I am, I'm a hunter. I'm here because that's what I do." He told her before quirking an eyebrow and motioning up and down with his hand. "And what about you Faith? What are you doing out here?"
He knew that he knew the name but he couldn’t place from where. Ever since he had his soul returned to him (the right way that is) he had issues remembering certain facts. It was getting clearer and he was no longer missing huge chunks of time like he was yet there were still some little details that were fuzzy which made it hard for him to remember certain things. He had actually taken to going over his father’s old journal again, since at one time he almost had the damn thing memorized, but now some of it seemed completely new to him. He didn’t want to miss anything and someone get hurt because his memory had been fried, so he did what he had to do.
Just like he always did.
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Post by sof3 on Apr 11, 2013 10:24:17 GMT -6
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Faith eyed him as she tried to understand what he was. Had he been a vampire she would have known first hand, same thing with a demon. As far as she could tell he was human but still he was not the normal human he meet most of the time. Was anyone normal anymore? She could barely remember the last time she had meet someone who was a fully human clueless human. she would have never though she would have started to miss them but apparently it was something that was possible. but still at least it meant that there was another person out there who could actually defend themselves against vampires which could of course be helpful in the long run as long as they didn’t start to act all hero like. Because at the end of the day heros were most likely to die around here. Even slayers were not freed of death in the end.
The dark haired slayer could feel his eyes on her and for some reason it was making her uncomfortable. She had never really been one to get uncomfortable so it was rather strange. She had been spending far too much time in this town it appeared. Or maybe she was spending too much time with the scoobies and she was starting to become more caring. It might not be so bad. At least she had started to learn that there were people who actually cared about her.
When Sam said his name and added the like joke at the end, Faith couldn’t help but smile. The old Faith would have rolled her eyes and think that he was an idiot but right now she though it was actually cute. “I’m guessing you take your martinis shaken?” she asked him a smirk on her lips. Well that had been easy she barely had to work to get to know what he was. Which was quite interesting really. “A hunter huh?” Faith said simply before shrugging. It was not like the fact that she was a slayer really a secret so she could easily tell him.
“im a slayer.” She told him. Had this been years ago, she would have most likely said the slayer because that was how things were supposed to be. Just one slayer, but the rules had apparently changed and there could be more than one slayer. Which was of course a good thing. It meant more of them to fight the evil of the world and now apparently we even had hunters to help out. “so where you hunting vampires or is there something bigger that I should be worried about?” she asked him.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Apr 12, 2013 12:08:04 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] He chuckled lowly when she asked about his martinis. “I can’t actually remember the last time I had a martini so I can’t answer that question honestly.” He told her with a laugh. “I’m more of a beer type guy…though I’ll admit to liking margaritas as well.” He mused, neglecting to say that he had also been a huge fan of shots back in college, remembering how often he and Jess plus their mutual friends had gone out for drinks. They used to party every weekend and yet somehow still kept their grades up. He didn’t want to remember how often he had gone to school on Monday’s hung-over yet still pretending that he was the perfect student.
How he didn’t fail out his freshman year he had no idea.
Hearing that she was a slayer his eyes lit up. "I remember hearing about you. Buffy is good friends with my brother Dean and when she and I met she told me about you and her, how you two were the only slayers until her friend...Willow I think her name was? That she did some crazy spell and it activated all the slayers." He told her, remembering now and realizing that he was rambling which was really uncharacteristic of him. However he was glad to have normal memories back, at least once they were triggered. It was a frightening thing for him to not remember certain things, especially since he had no idea if he'd get them back. So anytime he found a memory that he had thought lost he got a bit over excited.
Thankfully his brother wasn't around or else he knew he'd be mocked for days.
He quickly laughed an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry, I swear I usually don’t talk this much.” He told her shrugging his large shoulders with a look that said if it was possible he would definitely blush. Luckily for him he never seemed to be a blusher so it helped when he was embarrassed, at least he didn’t have red cheeks to go along with it. “My memory has been a bit crazy recently so I was glad to remember something that hadn’t just happened yesterday.” He told her before answering her question. “Actually I was here to salt and torch bones so a ghost would stop haunting it’s neighbors but I got distracted by the damn vampire.” He told her, patting his back pocket to make sure he still had the book and then his jacket pocket to make sure the small bottle of gasoline and the box of salt was still there. “What about you? Just here looking for vampires or did you want to come with me?” He asked, having no idea why he was offering but figuring it wouldn’t hurt.
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Post by sof3 on Apr 15, 2013 10:52:52 GMT -6
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“martinis are over rated unless you are James bond and since you have already clarified that you are not it’s okay.” She told him with a smirk before shrugging her shoulders slightly but let out a chuckle as she heard him say he liked Margaritas. “Yeah I’m more of a beer kind of girl, or whiskey. I’ll leave the girly drinks with you.” Faith told him in a teasing tone. She had never been one for the fruity type of drinks. She would much rather sit back with a cold beer than anything else. Either that or a nice glass of whiskey on the rocks. She had often toss back far too many shots before but she had soon learn that they went to her head far too fast and with her slight attitude problem, it didn’t help. Yes the rogue slayer was finally becoming the good slayer. Or better than she had been before or something like that.
Faith blinked a few times as he started to talk about the slayers and what had happen. And she could not understand why he was getting so excited about it. “yeah slayers all around…” while it was of course a good thing that now you had more than one slayer she didn’t understand why it seemed so important to him. Maybe he wanted to fight the good fight so badly and he figured that the more slayer there was the better. And since slayers seems to die a lot, maybe having them all activated at the same time would prove to be useful for the moments they were still alive. Because all slayers had an expiration date. Only Buffy apparently didn’t have one and would still be kicking ass years from now.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, Sam Winchester kept on talking but this time an explanation was coming with it which was quite interesting. So his memory was crazy? She figured that he had lost it, question was how had he lost it. “Well I’m glad the whole how all the slayers in the world became activated bed time story managed to trig your memory.” Faith put her hands into her jacket having put the stake back in her back pocket. “So Sam Winchester how did your memory get so fuzzy? Did you get hit across the head or something?” Faith was deeply curious and she wanted to know what had happen. She knew it was none of her business but she could not help herself and beside if he didn’t want to share he could just tell her so. Faith looked around thinking for a moment. Since this was not a regular patrol night it would not be terrible if he decided to just leave the vampires be right? She looked back at him. She had never gone ghost hunting before. This could actually prove to be interesting so why not? “Sure I’ll go with you.” She told him. “But I have never hunted a ghost before so you are going to have to lead the way and whatnot…” Faith hated being a newbie at something but she didn’t really have a choice in the matter right now.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Apr 16, 2013 17:00:09 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] He smirked and shook his head. “Martinis are definitely over rated…plus the fact that they give horrible hangovers…and to someone who rarely gets a hangover that’s saying something.” He said with another laugh. He could remember the few times he had actually gotten hung over in the last few years and when he was hung over it wasn’t a pretty picture. He could still remember Dean giving him ten types of shit and naming all kinds of disgusting foods just to get him to throw up even more. He shook his head, not wanting to even try to think about that particular day since it still made him slightly queasy, not an easy feat.
He smirked. "You didn't strike me as a fruity or pink drink kind of girl." He told her, not sure where the smirk was coming from but then again he was finding this girl highly amusing for some reason. Maybe it was because she reminded him of his brother yet in female form...then again maybe it was because she hadn't had any preconceptions about him. He knew that he had been a right jackass to Buffy when they first met and because of that he couldn't see them becoming good friends any time soon. However Faith as she told him her name was, they had no previous meeting meaning that she didn't have any notions about him other than the ones she made herself.
He could see the look of almost disbelief on her face and he realized how much of a moron he sounded like. Laughing he shook his head. "Sorry, I swear I am not usually this moronic, I usually leave that up to my older brother who likes to make an ass out of himself professionally. Only reason I'm a tad excited is because of my memory. I think if I remember correctly Buffy said that she knew someone who had lost his soul. well that's what happened to me. I got it back recently and it really screwed with my memories. Certain ones are there and certain ones are gone. So anytime I remember something that doesn't directly relate to the bullshit of losing my soul...I get sort of excited. Sorry." He told her sheepishly.
Hearing that a slayer had never hunted a ghost before amused him but he shook it off, doubting that she would like him to laugh at her...not that he would since he did try to be a gentleman for the most part. "No problem. This is something that I'm damn used to." He told her, leaning over and picking up the shovel that he had thrown to the ground when the vampire had originally attacked. Turning around he set off in the right direction of where the body was buried and turned to look at Faith who was walking beside him. "So, other than being the slayer, what sort of things do you do in your free time?" He asked, figuring that while they were walking he might as well make some sort of conversation.
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Post by sof3 on Apr 23, 2013 6:06:09 GMT -6
--------------------------------“yeah I guess it’s the fact that it’s just alcohol mix with more alcohol, doesn’t really give anything else to the brain…” she pointed out. She was no alcohol expert but this was what she figured. It made sense in her mind. “so you are part of the lucky ones who actually don’t really have to deal with the awful feeling after too much alcohol or are you just bragging?” Faith herself didn’t often dealt with hangover but that was one of the perks of being a slayer. You healed fast and the achool seemed to go through her system easily. Of course she had dealt with a few hangover in her time but clearly not as much as she would have had she not been one of the chosen ones. Had she been a normal girl her liver would have most likely been begging for mercy hell of a while ago.
“Why is that?” Faith asked with a fake offended look on her face. She knew she was not the girly looking girl and she didn’t care. She left that to Buffy. She was more of a tomboy. She shopped at a thrift store if that told you something. The offended look didn’t last really long on her features and soon it was replace by a smile. Faith was of course quick to judge but then again everyone was and who ever said they were not were lying. And Sam seen far too nice to be a hunter but then again she could be wrong, it was just the way he looked. Like a teddy bear or something. The type of person you told your secrets to not the type of person you went to fight evil with.
“You don’t moronic I would have said insane but we can go with moronic if you prefer.” But as she listen to his tale it made more and more sense. Losing one soul was something you never fully came back from, even if the soul was put back. Faith knew that when Angel had gotten his soul back he had felt terrible for the things he had done and for a moment she wondered if perhaps it was the same way that Sam felt. Perhaps when he had been soulless he had done some awful things na dnow he had to deal with it and at least learn to do so. “No please don’t be sorry.” Her voice was a lot softer than it had been before. “I guess that the whole losing soul thing most have been hard enough getting it back, is a whole other ball game.” Faith could not really understand what he was talking about but she could understand if he had done things he was not so proud of. She had been there before.
Faith knew how it sounded. She was a slayer and yet ghost were something she had never really dealt with. “I know how it sounds…but what can I say, Vampires and Demons are more of what I’m used to. Hell even HellGod I’ve dealt with but this is something else completely for me…” Faith followed him quietly until he spoke again. Free time. What can of free time did a slayer really had. “I train…a lot. Some videogames, I’m more of a loner I guess.” Why in the world was she being this honest with him? “What about you? Other than finding your memories again?”
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Apr 27, 2013 17:29:09 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] He laughed at her question and shook his head. “I think it more has to do with the fact that my father and my brother were big beer drinkers while I was growing up and I think I tasted my first beer at ten. My brother is four years older than me, almost five years, and he pretty much raised me as our dad worked all the time. Well what else do fourteen almost fifteen year old boys do when they are stuck watching their kid brothers? They drink and play video games…and get annoyed with said little brothers. So I think my alcohol tolerance stems from just drinking for so long.” He told her, knowing that he sounded like an alcoholic but he wasn’t.
If anyone was an alcoholic then it would definitely be Dean.
“It also doesn’t hurt that I am apparently a giant according to my brother so the weight and the height apparently helps me not get a hangover. Then again he told me this when he was drunk off his ass so take that with the grain of salt.” He told her with a chuckle, knowing that if Dean knew that he was making fun of him he’d give it right back, but figuring either way it was funny and true.
He chuckled when she said that she would have gone with insane. “Hell I think anyone that is involved with this life style has to be a little insane. Who else would do it?” He asked with a quirk of his dark eyebrow. “I know that slayers are called and all but now that there are so many you could easily walk away from it… walk away and have a normal life. So what does it say about you that you’re still out here, hanging out with the undead…and me…who I’m not sure is much better.” He asked her, jokingly and yet still curious.
He wasn’t surprised to hear that she was a loner, though he didn’t know why. He couldn’t see her being a big joiner as Buffy seemed to be though that was alright with him. He was the same way. He tended to spend more time behind his computer or with a good book than actually talking to people.
He could get along with really anyone but that didn’t mean that he wanted to be the life of the party…he would leave that to his brother. “I know what you mean. Not about the training, though I tend to train my mind rather than train physically, looking up random crap that I never think I’ll need and then two days later I find out I’m really glad I learned it…but other than that, I tend to stay away from the spotlight.“ He stated before arriving at the grave. “Do me a favor?” He asked her before holding out the flashlight. “Point that at the grave and hold it there?”
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Post by sof3 on Apr 29, 2013 10:25:47 GMT -6
--------------------------------For some reason Faith was not surprise that he came from a family that drank a lot, from what she had heard hunters came from generations of hunters and well it couldn`t be an easy life. She could get that, it was like the life of a slayer. It was never easy it was not something that everyone could do. You were born into it, mold into it and there was nothing you could change. Faith laughed. “well I think it’s part of the fact that you are indeed a giant and maybe a bit of the fact that you have been drinking for so long.” She told him looking up at him. Even with her wearing heels he was taller than she was. A lot taller.
Faith wondered what it was life growing up with people who were just like you. To have somewhat of a role model. She wondered if perhaps it would have changed who she turned out to be. She had been rather alone for the better part of her life and the people she could look up to were not really people one should be looking up to. She was not blaiming her mistakes on this fact but perhaps it was somewhat of an explanation or something. Faith shrugged as he spoke trying to think of why they were still doing this. From what she had understood he could walk away from this life, a hunter didn’t have to be a hunter just like slayers didn’t have to be slayers anymore. “I guess that even if one can walk away from the lifestyle it’s still in your blood you know? You still can’t really just shake it off. Perhaps I’m also insane but being a slayer is part of who I am…I wouldn’t be able to just walk away from this.
When it came to hanging out with people Faith still didn’t; feel completely comfortable around people she didn’t really know and even with people she didn’t know she still felt like she was not really part of the gang. Maybe it was really just a problem she had and she needed to work on it. The rest of the scoobies had done everything they could to make her feel welcome.
The slayer raised an eyebrow. “Train your mind? Do you mean like study or something else?” Faith knew a lot of people had apparently a lot of mental abilities and she wondered if perhaps Sam was part of those people. It could be, that would make him a force to reckon with all things considered. A hunter who could use his mind against his enemies or something? Quite powerful. She took the flashlight and pointed the light to the grave, she didn’t really want to look at the name while she knew this person who had died had now become a ghost she kind of felt like a grave robber. “So you said burn the remains right?” she asked him wanting to understand what they were doing. “Do we just add gas and have a bonfire?” she asked him a small smirk tugging at her lips. She didn’t want to make fun but she was really curious if it was something that was as simple as that it would be a good skill to learn. Something that could prove to be useful at some point later down the road.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Apr 30, 2013 20:20:56 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] He laughed when she called him a giant. “Trust me, I’ve heard much worse insults than the fact that I’m so damn tall. My brother who is average height for a guy looks a shrimp compared to me and he really isn’t that much shorter…just for some reason he seems to think I am 10 feet tall so he likes to give me shit about it.” He stated with a shrug. “At least I’m not two feet tall. I’d rather be tall than short, at least for a guy. Wouldn’t you rather date some tall guy than some shrimp?” He asked her curiously, though he knew that most women would prefer a taller guy than a shorter one. He had heard way too much female talk when living with Jessica.
He listened as she spoke about not being able to walk away, a feeling that he understood completely. “I don’t know many hunters who could walk away either, though most of the time it’s not for lack of trying or lack of wanting to. A lot of times our names are known throughout the supernatural world and demons will seek us out just if I understand it right that vampires will seek the slayers out. Hunters are known, especially those who have been doing it for as long as we have. Hell we were known before we were truly hunters because of our father.” He told her. “My brother tried to walk away…and he had almost succeeded until a demon found him. I had been keeping an eye on things even though he didn’t know it and I was lucky to be there or else he would have died. After that he realized that he was fooling himself by thinking he could walk away. So he got back into it but still kept his somewhat normal life. It’s as close to getting out as one of us could ever really get without going into the witness protection program…and even then…I really doubt it would work.”
He laughed as he took off his jacket and started using the shovel to move the dirt away from where the body was buried. “No I don’t mean like mental abilities.” He told her, ignoring the small voice inside that said he could have those again should he chose to use them. He refused to ever go down that road again, even though a small part of him wished that for times in crisis that he could still do what he used to be able to do. “I mean I study texts, surf the internet, try and remember as much about everything as I possibly can just so that way whenever we face it…I’ll know at least the basic things about it so we can kill it. It’s not always as easy as cutting someone’s head off to kill it. We’ve had more than one instance where beheading something didn’t make any difference.” He answered, falling silent as he worked as quickly as he could in order to get to where the bones lay.
He heard her question and held up a hand, feeling the wooden box that his shovel finally hit. He was lucky that this person had been buried so long ago that the box was not the nice ones that were used now, this was simply a pine box. He took the shovel and aimed it at the top, using all of his strength to break through before he threw the shovel out and hopped out himself. “Now we salt them, and then poor gasoline and then burn them.” He told her, pulling out the box of salt he had in his jacket and doing as he said, pouring salt all around the bones. After that he took the gasoline and did the same. “Would you like to do the honors or would you like me to?” He asked, holding out a match in question.
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Post by sof3 on May 2, 2013 11:36:22 GMT -6
--------------------------------“Guess he hates being the older brother and yet being shorter than you are.” She laughed before shrugging. “Yeah I guess short guys have a harder time. I mean a short girl is mostly seen as cute while short guys? Not so much.” She thought for a moment. Faith had not dated a lot but the few guys she had dated had been taller than she was. She liked to think she would not discriminate someone base on their height but she seriously couldn’t see herself with someone who was shorter than she was. Not as strong as she was, she could easily deal, it was not like many people were stronger than a slayer. But shorter that was different. “as much as I hate to admit it, a tall guy sounds far more attractive than a shrimp…”
“Yeah I guess we all reach a moment where we think we want to walk away from this.” Faith had to agree. Whether you were a slayer or a hunter your name was known and people would hunt you down, which would force you to fight anyway. There was no way out of it really. “It sucks because I mean we put our lives on the line day in and day out and there is no change to escape it but death. Rather sad when you think about it…” Faith looked at Sam. “So your father kind of got you into the life style.” He had been born into it like she was but in a different way. You apparently didn’t have to be a chosen one to end up fighting for other people’s life all the time. “Well you both are lucky to have one another to look out for each other.” She pointed out. “And I don’t think they have a witness protection program for hunters.” Faith said with a small laugh. She didn’t even think there was such a thing for slayers…a slayer didn’t really get old so she died fighting and another one was called simple as that.
When she saw him digging the grave, Faith kind of wanted to take the shovel from him. She knew it would be much faster if she was the one to do it but she figured it would be rather rude if she just took the shovel out of his hands. So instead she watched him dig and felt rather useless by just holding the flashlight. Was that how the non-slayer scoobies felt most of the time? She could understand now why before Dawn and Xander had been often complaining. Faith nodded when he started to talk. “So you are like a nerd.” She said before chewing on her lip. “I didn’t mean this in a bad way, knowing these things are important.” She explained. He was like Willow without the witch part, so less chances to go to the dark side or something.
Faith watched what he did with interest. It looked simple enough, salt, gas, fire. She could easily do that herself if she needed to. She took the matches out of his hand. “I’ll do the honors thank you.” She told him as she finally allowed herself to look down at the corpse. It smelled like death which was most likely normal considering that the man was dead. Without a second though she light the match and threw the match on the corpse and watched it burn. “So this is it? This is how we get rid of Casper when he is not such a friendly ghost?”
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