PARADISA LOST

[Faye is going to have a very productive day, but the key is to make it look as lazy as possible. If you look like you're working, then you feel like you're working, and that just isn't any fun. Working also tends to put people off, and who wants making friends to be even more difficult? So, after rummaging around in the lobby couch cushions for a moment, she settles down and places a couple of bottles of beer innocently on the coffee table, and flips the journal open.]

Friday the thirteenth. It's supposed to be unlucky, right? [the idle sound of rolling dice rattles somewhere near the journal] See... that's something I've never really understood. Because, when someone's luck goes bad, it usually means that someone else is winning. So... not everyone can be unlucky at the same time.

[another rattle] ...Someone has to be sucking up all that extra lost luck, don't you think?

[with a sigh, she lounges to take up most of the couch, reaching over with one hand to boredly play with a pair of dice on the table. Time to get a little more of that 'work' out of the way now...]

( Spike )

( Rory )

((ooc: so super open! it's so nice to be back...))

Who: Faye and Crowley
What: She doesn't run away this time
When: After her latest 'vacation'
Where: Room 1007
Rating: R to be safe?

( been too long since we took the time )

[propping the journal open as she climbs into the zipcraft on the lawn, she breathes a dramatically heavy sigh]

You know... with the castle always sending all of the tough, confident women home, how are the girls here going to know how to grow up right? How are they going to learn to take care of themselves, and get whatever they want in life? How are they going to learn how to really have fun? We're running out of rolemodels...

...Oh well. I guess that just leaves me. [pauses a couple beats, smirking to herself] ...So, girls? First lesson: don't let anyone tell you what to do. Anyone who thinks that they know what's best for you, wants to either change or get something from you. So... stick to your guns, demand what you want out of life.

Also, learn how to shoot.

[and with that, she revs up the engine of her ship... and is greeted to little else but a horrible grinding noise.]

...What the hell? [she tries again. More grinding and the engine refuses to turn over] --Damnit!! You boys can't do anything right, can you!? ...Jet!


((ooc: been a while since Faye's had an open post! Open for absolutely anyone/anything, over the journal or found tinkering with her ship out on the lawn))

Who: Faye and Crowley
What: Going to yell at a demon
When: Sometime after this
Where: Crowley's room
Rating: PG-13

( you follow, find yourself at war )

Where--

...[just the view of a blank white ceiling, followed by the most horrible rush of deja vu. Waking up in a clinic bed, not remembering the days before it, save for a weird sense of dread. It is a terribly familiar feeling, and it's hard to pay attention to the bits of memories at first, around the initial panic. This was just like...

The memories do start surfacing, but that certainly doesn't ease her mind at all. Everything hurts, she feels exhausted to her bones, and even the first few blips of memory to come back are cringe-worthy. Fighting, drinking, stealing, and-- ...oh god.

Did she really... oh, holy hell.]

...

[there's really only one thing she can do with all of this. After a minute or so of utterly horrified silence, there is a rustling, followed by the very distinct sound of a completely exasperated scream muffled into a pillow!]

[the journal falls open to a loud rattling sound and a small crunch of metal, accompanied by blaring Queen. Guess where Faye is!]

[an obviously drunken titter] --Oops.

[she shuts off the engine and hops out to sit on the slightly dented hood, taking her journal with her]

Oh well. He deserves it. Honestly... [a dramatic sigh] They all deserve it. And-- no. You know what? ...No, they deserve a lot worse. They're all just a bunch of little boys. They don't know how to have fun, they don't know how to treat a lady, and just... [a hiccup] I deserve better.

I deserve way better.

((ooc: more Eris-ing. She's out sitting on a slightly-crashed Bentley, slightly beaten up, and very drunk. Be warned, she is quite shameless and obsessively looking for a good time, so... beware. Or come n' get her. However you want to look at it.))

[is it another strange little cat? Why yes it is! This little cat, however, is obviously the best one. So pretty and clever, with those big green eyes... Don't you just want to take care of her? Feed her, maybe?

Of course you do!

This is why she has stationed herself conveniently in the kitchen, right in the middle of the table, where she can stare at you with those adorable eyes until you finally can't help yourself and simply must find her something delicious to eat!

Come on. You know you can't resist...]

Mew~...


((ooc: Faye is contaaaaaagious! But, she's looking for food, not pettings. So, you can touch her if you really want, but she's not crawling into anyone's lap or anything. She has her dignity! ...lolz))

[Faye had been able to avoid most of the craziness of this holiday by staying busy and staying away, spending most of her time on truly epic shopping trips into town. But it's cold, she's tired, and there's only so much walking she can do in this outfit. She's ditched the crinoline and hoops, but it's still a workout dragging these skirts around.

So, she's finally giving up for a while, and taking a rest. Flopping down in the lobby with hot chocolate and a pack of cigarettes, she kicks her pretty boots up onto the coffee table. Pulling out her journal, taking a breath, just trying to unwind a little]

...Christmas is exhausting.


((ooc: come and get 'er, boys...and girls. anyone welcome~))