When she'd told Buffy that after their latest end of the world battle all she wanted was a place she could get some damn 'peace and quiet', this was definitely not what she had in mind. Not to mention it was much too literal on the 'quiet' front and the peacefulness of the place was questionable. More spooky than anything.]
[The silence was maddening. And the temptation to open her mouth to test these natives rules was near overwhelming. It showed just how much she'd matured in the last few years that she hadn't shouted at the rooftops just to challenge their authority. Who were these people anyway? And just what was so scary that they couldn't be heard?]
[Surely, whatever it was Faith could help fight it? What was being a Slayer all about anyway?]
[Sulking a bit about her circumstances, Faith followed the sand path to where the natives had directed her when she'd asked (using her device- no talking! God, forbid she even whisper!) where to find House Seven. And there it was. Decent size. Bigger than she'd ever lived in before. Approaching the door, she reached for the door knob and turned. She stilled, cringing a bit when the hinges creaked and she earned a few dirty looks for native passerbys. She mouthed them a reproachful 'sorry' and a wave before crouching down to snatch the paintbrush and oil on the porch. Perhaps she was the first to arrive?]
[Maybe that meant she'd have pick of the rooms? Oiling up the hinges, Faith made her way inside to have a look.]
b. The Man in the Hat
[Of course. The houses weren't exactly well furnished. She'd needed a bed. Eventually Faith had been able to track down a native to help her find and haul a mattress back to her house. She'd have to find a bed frame some other day because she didn't like asking for the natives' help. They were way too skittish. Afraid of goddamn everything! And Faith was losing her patience enough with today that she didn't think she could handle another excursion without doing something the natives definitely wouldn't like. Something noisy.]
[Then she got the text. A party? Shit, Faith could use something to unwind.]
[Except that the party turned out to be boring as shit. What was a party without noise? Talking? Some music? She couldn't exactly dance to silence, could she?]
[Sitting down on a bench, she stuffed the remainder of the bread she was eating into her mouth (a rather large piece) and chewed it in a very unladylike fashion as she leaned back and nearly let out a sigh before stopping herself. Shit, who knew how hard it was going to be to make no sound at all? Rolling her eyes, Faith looked down absently at what it was one of the natives had given to her. A metal cross necklace. But it wasn't on a metal chain but a cloth one. Perhaps the chain would have made too much noise? Shaking her head in annoyance, Faith pondered what use she could have for a cross when it didn't seem like there were any vampire's here to deter. She certainly wasn't about to pray.]
Faith Lehane | Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
[This place was insane.
When she'd told Buffy that after their latest end of the world battle all she wanted was a place she could get some damn 'peace and quiet', this was definitely not what she had in mind. Not to mention it was much too literal on the 'quiet' front and the peacefulness of the place was questionable. More spooky than anything.]
[The silence was maddening. And the temptation to open her mouth to test these natives rules was near overwhelming. It showed just how much she'd matured in the last few years that she hadn't shouted at the rooftops just to challenge their authority. Who were these people anyway? And just what was so scary that they couldn't be heard?]
[Surely, whatever it was Faith could help fight it? What was being a Slayer all about anyway?]
[Sulking a bit about her circumstances, Faith followed the sand path to where the natives had directed her when she'd asked (using her device- no talking! God, forbid she even whisper!) where to find House Seven. And there it was. Decent size. Bigger than she'd ever lived in before. Approaching the door, she reached for the door knob and turned. She stilled, cringing a bit when the hinges creaked and she earned a few dirty looks for native passerbys. She mouthed them a reproachful 'sorry' and a wave before crouching down to snatch the paintbrush and oil on the porch. Perhaps she was the first to arrive?]
[Maybe that meant she'd have pick of the rooms? Oiling up the hinges, Faith made her way inside to have a look.]
b. The Man in the Hat
[Of course. The houses weren't exactly well furnished. She'd needed a bed. Eventually Faith had been able to track down a native to help her find and haul a mattress back to her house. She'd have to find a bed frame some other day because she didn't like asking for the natives' help. They were way too skittish. Afraid of goddamn everything! And Faith was losing her patience enough with today that she didn't think she could handle another excursion without doing something the natives definitely wouldn't like. Something noisy.]
[Then she got the text. A party? Shit, Faith could use something to unwind.]
[Except that the party turned out to be boring as shit. What was a party without noise? Talking? Some music? She couldn't exactly dance to silence, could she?]
[Sitting down on a bench, she stuffed the remainder of the bread she was eating into her mouth (a rather large piece) and chewed it in a very unladylike fashion as she leaned back and nearly let out a sigh before stopping herself. Shit, who knew how hard it was going to be to make no sound at all? Rolling her eyes, Faith looked down absently at what it was one of the natives had given to her. A metal cross necklace. But it wasn't on a metal chain but a cloth one. Perhaps the chain would have made too much noise? Shaking her head in annoyance, Faith pondered what use she could have for a cross when it didn't seem like there were any vampire's here to deter. She certainly wasn't about to pray.]