Post by BUFFY SUMMERS on Jan 3, 2012 16:04:09 GMT -5
Buffy was dragging her feet as she walked among the rows and rows of houses. Something about the scene before her reminded her of Sunnydale in its last days; abandoned houses just ready for the taking. Buffy had even stayed in one in a moment of weakness, shortly after having been kicked out of her own home. But all of that seemed to be a distant memory. There would be no Spike coming to talk her out of her funk and there would be no big battle to keep her going. She was completely alone and the thought was unnerving. Sure, Buffy was used to being set apart from everyone else but this was different: her friends were not here. Wherever here was it appeared that she was among strangers.
Buffy had separated herself from the sparse group of people she had met in order to get some fresh air. All of the confusion and panic was making her nauseous so she had decided to walk around the "town", if that's what you could call it, and maybe choose a house to live in. None of them seemed right; every house looked too new, as if someone had built them and then left. It added more mystery to the growing questions that Buffy had formed about this island.
Finally Buffy settled on a small house at the end of its row. It seemed quaint and adorable with its off-white siding and brick red door. Buffy tried the knob and wasn't surprised when she found it to be unlocked. She opened the door just enough to get inside but not enough to make too much noise. Treading softly on the green carpeting Buffy surveyed her surroundings. The furniture was covered in inches of dust and hardly looked livable but Buffy had stayed in worse. She ran her hand along the banister to the staircase and pulled it away to find a fine layer of dust on her palm. As she wiped the dust on her jeans Buffy heard the floorboards in a nearby room creak ever so slightly. Suddenly on guard, Buffy reached for her stake and then, thinking better of it, decided to follow the sound. Based on what she had learned from this island, the person in that room was most likely a lot like her and, even if they weren't, Buffy had always had supernatural strength on her side.
As Buffy crossed the threshold into the other room she saw a young girl who couldn't have been older than a teenager. The girl had long, dark locks that were pulled into a braid and she appeared to be bent over something. Not wanting to startle her Buffy tried to clear her throat and make her presence known.
"Umm...sorry to interrupt but what exactly are you doing?" She asked the girl. Realizing that she probably could have sounded a little more friendly, Buffy shrugged to herself and prepared for a possible attack. The girl may be young but Buffy knew well that looks could be deceiving.
Buffy had separated herself from the sparse group of people she had met in order to get some fresh air. All of the confusion and panic was making her nauseous so she had decided to walk around the "town", if that's what you could call it, and maybe choose a house to live in. None of them seemed right; every house looked too new, as if someone had built them and then left. It added more mystery to the growing questions that Buffy had formed about this island.
Finally Buffy settled on a small house at the end of its row. It seemed quaint and adorable with its off-white siding and brick red door. Buffy tried the knob and wasn't surprised when she found it to be unlocked. She opened the door just enough to get inside but not enough to make too much noise. Treading softly on the green carpeting Buffy surveyed her surroundings. The furniture was covered in inches of dust and hardly looked livable but Buffy had stayed in worse. She ran her hand along the banister to the staircase and pulled it away to find a fine layer of dust on her palm. As she wiped the dust on her jeans Buffy heard the floorboards in a nearby room creak ever so slightly. Suddenly on guard, Buffy reached for her stake and then, thinking better of it, decided to follow the sound. Based on what she had learned from this island, the person in that room was most likely a lot like her and, even if they weren't, Buffy had always had supernatural strength on her side.
As Buffy crossed the threshold into the other room she saw a young girl who couldn't have been older than a teenager. The girl had long, dark locks that were pulled into a braid and she appeared to be bent over something. Not wanting to startle her Buffy tried to clear her throat and make her presence known.
"Umm...sorry to interrupt but what exactly are you doing?" She asked the girl. Realizing that she probably could have sounded a little more friendly, Buffy shrugged to herself and prepared for a possible attack. The girl may be young but Buffy knew well that looks could be deceiving.
