After seven days, Faith finally declared herself to be sick and tired of her unscheduled tropical island vacation. Ok, it hadn't really taken her seven days, she'd pretty much been squirrelly by day three – that was when the crazy, mad patrols began. She told Mara that she just needed to keep making sure that there were no dangerous predators nearby, and the woman agreed easily that it was a good idea, but Faith got the feeling that she knew exactly what Faith was doing.
Couldn't explain it though. It was the Slayer gift, the Slayer power that made Faith need to run through the jungle. Running, jumping, climbing and sensing the jungle around her, playing predator, looking for prey. Unfortunately, there weren't any vampires or demons on the island, ('cept for whatever the fuck that smoke thing was and the fucked up weird ghost walkers) so she usually just ran and climbed until she burnt off the Slayer hunger.
(Hunger, yeah, that's it.)
Faith scurried up a tree, taking a few seconds to catch her breath. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, and she knew that she'd have to get back to their beach campsite soon. She didn't like to leave Mara alone for very long. Hell, she didn't even go far into the trees out of fear of leaving the woman alone and unprotected on the beach. It was different now that there wasn't the plane to protect Mara and she didn't have the little hiding holes that Faith had found for her. They were exposed on the beach and though it meant a better chance of rescue, it also meant that Faith was keeping her guard up more.
(But if there's one thing Mara's good at, it's hiding.)
Imagining that she looked like Jane to someone's Tarzan, Faith executed a leaping jump from her perch to a branch the next tree over. She landed, perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet, then twisted, ran and jumped again. And again. The fourth leap was a bit of a miscalculation, and her feet slid from under her. Reflexes were everything and rather than resisting, she went with the slide, throwing her body to the side and grasping the underside of the branch. A quick duck of her legs behind her and she somersaulted to the ground.
"Oh yeah," Faith grinned, flexing her neck and legs as she rose up from her crouching position. She rolled her shoulders a bit. "A little bit rusty but still got it goin' on." (One good thing 'bout that plane falling out of the sky, least it gives me a chance to get back in the groove.)
Breathing heavy, but more from the adrenaline rush and euphoria of her wild dash and chase in the jungle, Faith turned her attention towards the beach. She could hear the waves splashing against the sand even within the cover of the trees. The salty, wet air tickled her nose and brushed her skin and she let the sounds and smells guide her back.
That was when she heard them. Voices. Not those whispering, slithering voices that had her grabbing Mara's arm and nearly dragging the woman out of the jungle, but real, human voices.
(Fuck yeah,) Faith thought.
Still, she couldn't be too cautious. With all of her Slayer stealth, she slowed her pace, ducking into the shadows the trees cast with the afternoon light. Faith moved quickly, yet quietly, although as she got close enough to see them from the trees, she realized she hadn't needed to be quiet at all. They were talking among themselves, one of them leaning over, gasping and whining as though he'd just been forced to walk a marathon. He was complaining, a man with big ears and a British accent was apparently egging him on, and several others milled about – only two females among them, and one really hot, olive complexioned well muscled man.
(Fuck yeah,) Faith thought again.
She made good time back to her and Mara's campsite, only five hundred or so feet down the beach from where the group of odd strangers milled around. A sand dune hid it, just barely, although the top of the tent could be seen with a good eye and from the right angle.
"Hey, Mara. We got people." Faith quirked a smile, jerking her head to indicate the direction they were in.
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[Faith] Got People? (tag Mara, open)
Date: 2006-04-13 07:02 pm (UTC)Couldn't explain it though. It was the Slayer gift, the Slayer power that made Faith need to run through the jungle. Running, jumping, climbing and sensing the jungle around her, playing predator, looking for prey. Unfortunately, there weren't any vampires or demons on the island, ('cept for whatever the fuck that smoke thing was and the fucked up weird ghost walkers) so she usually just ran and climbed until she burnt off the Slayer hunger.
(Hunger, yeah, that's it.)
Faith scurried up a tree, taking a few seconds to catch her breath. The sun was starting to dip low in the sky, and she knew that she'd have to get back to their beach campsite soon. She didn't like to leave Mara alone for very long. Hell, she didn't even go far into the trees out of fear of leaving the woman alone and unprotected on the beach. It was different now that there wasn't the plane to protect Mara and she didn't have the little hiding holes that Faith had found for her. They were exposed on the beach and though it meant a better chance of rescue, it also meant that Faith was keeping her guard up more.
(But if there's one thing Mara's good at, it's hiding.)
Imagining that she looked like Jane to someone's Tarzan, Faith executed a leaping jump from her perch to a branch the next tree over. She landed, perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet, then twisted, ran and jumped again. And again. The fourth leap was a bit of a miscalculation, and her feet slid from under her. Reflexes were everything and rather than resisting, she went with the slide, throwing her body to the side and grasping the underside of the branch. A quick duck of her legs behind her and she somersaulted to the ground.
"Oh yeah," Faith grinned, flexing her neck and legs as she rose up from her crouching position. She rolled her shoulders a bit. "A little bit rusty but still got it goin' on." (One good thing 'bout that plane falling out of the sky, least it gives me a chance to get back in the groove.)
Breathing heavy, but more from the adrenaline rush and euphoria of her wild dash and chase in the jungle, Faith turned her attention towards the beach. She could hear the waves splashing against the sand even within the cover of the trees. The salty, wet air tickled her nose and brushed her skin and she let the sounds and smells guide her back.
That was when she heard them. Voices. Not those whispering, slithering voices that had her grabbing Mara's arm and nearly dragging the woman out of the jungle, but real, human voices.
(Fuck yeah,) Faith thought.
Still, she couldn't be too cautious. With all of her Slayer stealth, she slowed her pace, ducking into the shadows the trees cast with the afternoon light. Faith moved quickly, yet quietly, although as she got close enough to see them from the trees, she realized she hadn't needed to be quiet at all. They were talking among themselves, one of them leaning over, gasping and whining as though he'd just been forced to walk a marathon. He was complaining, a man with big ears and a British accent was apparently egging him on, and several others milled about – only two females among them, and one really hot, olive complexioned well muscled man.
(Fuck yeah,) Faith thought again.
She made good time back to her and Mara's campsite, only five hundred or so feet down the beach from where the group of odd strangers milled around. A sand dune hid it, just barely, although the top of the tent could be seen with a good eye and from the right angle.
"Hey, Mara. We got people." Faith quirked a smile, jerking her head to indicate the direction they were in.