|
|
Post by Wesley Wyndam Price on May 9, 2011 5:18:18 GMT -5
This was the only sensible place for them to meet. They could've met at his apartment, but it was still rather a big mess while he barely manages to find time to sort out all of the boxes and find an appropriate place for them. Also, he wasn't too willing for them to see what a dump his apartment was at the moment. He was sure Faith, more than anyone, would have something snide to say about it. If they saw his apartment, it would be when everything had been sorted, so that it showed that he was at least somewhat on top of everything. If he wasn't on top of anything, how was Faith supposed to feel like she could be on top of anything? That was something she really needed in her life at the moment. An adult figure to keep her in line, and ensure that she stayed on track. He just hoped even Faith was able to act sensible with his guidance.
This coffee cafe seemed like a decent place to hold a meeting, as it was quiet and they would be able to discuss things to themselves. They couldn't use the school, as one, he wasn't legally allowed to be in the school and would definantly look out of place, and two, Faith wasn't legally allowed to be in the school. He couldn't see such a meeting working out too successfully, especially if they had watchful eyes over them. This coffee shop also had rather delicious cappucinos. He was always a tea person, drinking the occasional coffee when needed. But up until this point, he hadn't experienced such an exceptional taste for coffee. It still wouldn't mean he'd give up his love for tea. He was still a Britishman at heart, after all, living in an American-orientated society at the moment. And that was still becoming such an adjustment he was undergoing. He wasn't sure if his tenure here, hopefully long for Faith's sake, would be anything but an adjustment. It was America, after all.
Taking a sip from his cup, he awaited the arrival of Faith, Jesse and Willow. They had all been through a tremendous amount in the past week, but they all had to understand, Faith especially, that they were all involved in something bigger than them all. Faith had no other choice, but the others did. They chose to support their cause in the good fight, and therefore needed to also understand the work involved. He couldn't go easy on them, they had to keep pushing on. This wasn't the last they heard from the four vampires, and definantly wouldn't be the last they heard from possibly apocalypses or increased supernatural activity. They had to be ready, for their own sake's, as well as Sunnydale's. [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Faith Lehane on May 9, 2011 7:04:30 GMT -5
Wesley really wasn't one to give people a break for a week, now was he? He had managed to talk them into, or more like bribe them into free coffee, to meet him at the local coffee shop within downtown Sunnydale. It was a good place to meet, she couldn't deny that, but it just seemed like everything was happening too fast for her liking. Wesley seemed really keen about ensuring they were ready for whatever evils were to come. Sure, she wanted to be prepared, but she knew what she was capable of. She could handle Angelus, therefore she believed she could handle whatever was put in her path. She was the slayer, it was her duty. Wesley could make out he had to teach her and put her on the correct path, but in reality, it all fell on her. It was just how it was.
Stepping into the coffee shop, she closed the door gently behind her, glancing curiously around the room, before spotting Wesley in the corner. That was probably a good thing, she thought to herself, as it would allow them to talk about those 'secret' things which nobody else should know about. Moving up to the table, she placed her hands on the chair opposite Wesley, with a 'hello' glance on her face. "So, the big operations for taking down Angelus and his vampire entourage is being discussed inside a coffee shop. Really didn't expect that from you Wes, guess I really don't know that much about you." She smirked softly, taking a seat. She had made a lot of assumptions about him, generally bad ones, which she still keeps because of his British attributes. But even Faith didn't think Wesley was the type to go to a coffee shop. He was really full of surprises, which seemed strange for a British man.
She was anticipating the arrival of the others. She hadn't seen them since the entire ordeal, and was hoping they were holding up well. It was an awkward situation, having to explain to them what happened. It went better than expected, especially since most would go crazy finding out they were kidnapped by vampires, intent on sacrificing them for their blood. She still wished she could work alone, but apparently it would be too difficult for that to happen now. She was stuck with them, whether she liked it or not. They were good people, though. Just had no idea what they were really getting themselves into. She hoped it wouldn't cost them their lives.
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Jesse Mcnally on May 9, 2011 10:08:43 GMT -5
It was just luck which stop Jesse from walking right into every other person trawling the streets at this time. His vision was bleary, and he wasn't exactly walking in a straight line, and most people probably thought something was wrong with him. As if he was ill or something, from the wary looks he just knew he was getting. The people of Sunnydale were rather paranoid, weren't they? He hadn't noticed before. He hadn't noticed anything. But he wasn't ill. He wasn't sick. Physically, nothing was wrong with him except for lack of sleep. But how could anyone expect him to sleep?
Everytime he closed his eyes he saw his best mate beaming at him, before that beam changed into a snear and his face contorted with ridges and fangs. Jesse eyes always shot open as soon as those teeth lunged towards his neck. So in a way he was sick. He had been sick, the night he had returned home after all of that. Violently sick, and then had cried in the bathroom clutching the toilet bowl, feel like nothing more than a pathetic weakling for doing so. But Xander was gone. No. Not gone, still there, but...not. Vampire's existed, Xander had been taken, and he'd commited himself to Faith who was some sort of Super Woman. Like in those comics that lined his bedroom walls. The stories he'd always submerged himself in to get away from the real world, only to find out that they were closer to the real world than the lie they had all been living.
For a while he'd just been terrified to go outside, afraid that it would all happen all over again and then his friend would jump up and try yet again to rip his throat out. He hadn't been able to sleep, but had submerged himself in the stories that he had, the comic books based on the supernatural. An unhealthy obsession had risen, perhaps, as he'd devoured every comic fact he had about vampires. He didn't know whether to trust anything he read or not, but he couldn't ignore it. Ignoring it didn't get Xander's face out of his head.
He wasn't going to tell any of that to Faith though, or to any of the others who were going to be there today. This was the first time he'd actually left his house since it had happened. A meeting to fight against the vampires still here, or something. He wasn't sure, but he still wanted in. He wanted to hurt the bastards for killing his friend. And yet he still paused outside the door to the coffee house, gathering his breath for a moment before pushing it open. He paused again, looking around before quickly spotting Faith and the english dude, moving over to them quickly before sliding into a seat.
"Hey," he mumbled without much emotion. He was too tired to dredge up emotion. "Coffee?" |
|
