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Faith Lehane (OU)
24 December 2008 @ 02:49 am
Hey, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this thing. Sweet. (Yeah, me and technology? Not always best of friends if you know what I mean. Don't wanna know what I used to think a CPU was.)

So hey, all this time and I never found my way to the local strip joint? Think I just might be slipping. Anyway, found myself a coupon first thing I get in my room. Never figured anyone'd cared. Crap. What's that red squiggly line for? What'd I do now? Shit! This stupid thing telling me it doesn't know how to spell or something?? sfajkl awelfakjsdf aweifjaslkfjse)

Aw hell. Forget it. So yeah. Been forever since I found a decent studio. This a class leaning towards hardcore poling or more dancing around in our new secret admirer presents?
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
21 December 2008 @ 11:33 pm
[laughing]

Awww, thanks secret little admirer. Was almost beginning to think nobody actually cared. Gotta say, always the best strategy to get a girl's clothes off--giving her more.

...'Least it works for me. What can I say? Don't get presents all that often.

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(OOC: Fifteen minute sketching does not proper anatomy make. But I couldn't resist. ;p Please note--Eliza Dushku doesn't really look quite like that.)
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
16 December 2008 @ 11:46 am
I'm stuck.

And fun's the damsel-in-distress gig is, I'm not your girl for the starring role. Romance just isn't my deal, yeah?

Still. Anyone out there up for rescuing a Slayer's ass? You'll get a nice sprig of poisonous white parasite if my aim's as good as I remember it. Could come in handy, y'know?
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
28 November 2008 @ 10:44 pm
[slightly amused laugh]

Turkeys? Thanksgiving? Hell, even in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, it ain't too hard to see how many of us walking 'round are American and still damn proud of it.
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
13 November 2008 @ 10:36 am
[voice shaking slightly]

Buffy! Dammit, I know you're here, you stupid bitch!

You took it, didn't you? You knew it was mine and you decided to have just another barrel of laughs, huh? Already went and took the rest of my life, now you have to try and steal all the little pieces I've got left?

You wanna try it again? You wanna try and take me on? Gonna try for the throat this time? Make sure I don't come back? Wouldn't want to bother you when you've got things to do!

[choked sound that might have been a strangled sob and a loud crash]

WHERE ARE YOU?!

(OOC: Backdated to before Selphie's Public Service Announcement re: Jing's involvement.)
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
11 November 2008 @ 07:05 pm
[loud crash as Faith drop-kicks a desk into the wall]

All right, I get it. I'm not the only one. But who the hell's gone and taken my knife? Because it's gone. Again. And I've been through hell and a freaking handbasket to get it back the first time.

If this is your idea of a joke, I'm really not finding the funny.

(OOC: Backlogged to before the mindwipe. Jing's stolen Faith's Gil Hibben's UC1169 (Jackal) knife.)
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
08 October 2008 @ 05:17 pm
Right. So.

All sorts of uncomfortable aside, is there a Flonne 'round here? How and where would a girl come find you in this funkytown?

From what I hear tell, 'stead of the regular load of demons and hellspawn, we've all got one hell of a party to look forward to. Can't call it too much of a bad thing--Slaying's what I'm made for, but can't say if I'm up for turning down a day off. Not all that comfy, Greyhounding it all over the country, y'know? 'Specially when the whole world's gone to pieces. Gets harder to sneak 'round with a duffel of weapons.
 
 
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Faith Lehane (OU)
07 October 2008 @ 12:39 pm
All right, hell with what the Warden says, it still looks like I got here right after some big down-there shindigging... all these crowds tripping out an' over themselves like they've had too much of the local rotgut or they've lost their puppy dogs. Not that I can guess at lookin' much better... woke up feeling like I got clubbed in the face with a live Chaos demon. Ever seen one of 'em? Those things are nasty.

Hell if it's been years since I felt this bad though--sick right down to my stomach. Better not be losin' my touch--who know what sort of side effects all that touchy-feely magic-sharing shit B pulled early on this year, leeching Slayer powers out to our little army like candy on Christmas, y'know? Just to dust off a few uber-vamps on the side... who's to say if a Slayer's able to get wiped out by stomach flu now?

Whatever. That's over. So long's I stay alive and whole, we're five-by-five. Can't ask for much more, yeah?

Anyway, I hear whisperings here and there about needing to fight some sort of great Big Bad, one that don't sound all that human. Well, if there's anything I'm made for, it's scouting out things that'll eat your face off. Work before pleasure, right? C'mon people, where's the place to hang in Bizarro World?
 
 
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