[FAITH] Independent Women

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Who: Faith
Where: Medical Facility: George's Room
When: Day 20, after Isabel's Exposition
Invited: George, (And May if she's trying to track down Faith to talk to her in pseudo-private)
Status: Complete

Faith left the cafeteria and headed right for George's room. Her assumption was that the other woman had gone to change her clothes and/or take a shower. After getting riddled with bullet holes, it was the most logical course of action.

George's room was empty, but Faith didn't think that the other woman left the bunker.

Hopping up on one of the beds, Faith stretched out her legs, and tucked her hands behind her head, waiting for George to return. She'd give her twenty more minutes; then she'd go looking for her.

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(frozen) [George] Mi hejmo estas via hejmon

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George enjoyed her second real, hot shower since crashing on the island. Living without indoor plumbing really sucked. She had a bad moment when she remembered the surveillance camera mounted behind the big mirror on the wall, but supposedly they'd been turned off. Even better, the mirror was so steamy when she was done that nobody could see anything anyhow.

She dried off and dressed in clean clothes, including another not-yet-bullet riddled t-shirt. "Maybe this one will last twenty-four whole hours," she muttered.

The bloodied, bullet riddled t-shirt in question was a total loss. After two years as a reaper, which often involved getting bloody when accidents happened around her, she'd become adept at judging when something was salvageable. Or wasn't, in this case.

George picked it up delicately with the tips of her forefinger and thumb. Not out of any distaste for blood--she'd gotten over that a long time ago--but simply to avoid getting it on her newly clean hands. She walked it over to a waste can and disposed of it.

Scooping up the rest of her discarded clothing, George returned to her room. She stopped in the doorway. Faith was lying on one of the beds with her head cradled in her laced fingers. (Now what?)

"Make yourself at home, why don't you?"

(frozen) [Faith] Road Trip, Georgie

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Faith sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed at the sound of George's voice. "Workin' on it."

George rolled her eyes and Faith bounced experimentally. "Which one do you sleep on? This one is bouncier. Good for gettin' that serious action motion down." A few more experimental bounces, complete with head rolling and a boneless slither resulted in George beaning her with the pillow from the other bed.

"Stop having sex with my bed!" George ordered. "God, I am *never* going to be able to sleep on that bed. Ever."

"Oh, come on, you know you probably were all about trying out the motion, seeing how it --"

"You're still being lewd on the bed!"

Faith threw back her head and laughed. "All right, you win. I'm delivering a message anyway. Grab your coat, Loise, we gotta cruise."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Daddy's giving us the keys to the jag."

"Are you stoned?"

Again came the throaty laugh. "Nope." Faith fluffed the pillow and placed it at the head of the bed. "Somebody needs to take that sweet jeep that Dean and me found -- well, sorta sweet jeep -- and head on back Beachside. Gotta report in and load up with the personal belongings that people might want to have at their new crib.

"Guess who got picked to go on a road trip?"

(frozen) [George] Negotiations

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Now it was beginning to make sense. Geez, how did Faith manage to be completely slutty and incomprehensible at the same time? Did they all talk like here where she came from? (No--Tara knew her from before, and she doesn't talk that way.)

"Uh...us?" George said in response to Faith's question.

At Faith's nod, George tossed the armful of clothes into a convenient corner. Getting out and about sounded like a great idea. "Okay, but I'm driving!" she announced.

"What? No way!"

"Yes, way! I called it first!" George insisted.

"Okay, tell you what," Faith said with a smirk, "we'll arm wrestle for it."

George matched her smirk with one of her own. "Sure. No problem."

Faith narrowed her eyes, but the smile playing around her mouth gave her away. She pointed accusingly at George. "That would be cheating."

"We're not all strong enough to benchpress a jeep," George retorted. "You gotta use what god gave you."

(frozen) [Faith] Make You a Deal

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George was really some piece of work. But she was also cool and funny, now that they'd gotten past the whole glaring and arguing with each other phase; and that her boyfriend - hot though he was - wasn't around getting in Faith's face and being way too overprotective and way too mightier-than-thou.

"How 'bout this?" Faith offered. "You can drive there, but I get to drive back?"

"What's the catch?"

"No, catch," Faith promised. "That way we both get to drive. 'Sides, it's been a while since I've been behind the wheel. I'm a bit rusty."

(frozen) [George] Make You a Deal

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"Deal," George said. She glanced around the room. Her walking stick cum cudgel, Sweet Reason, leaned against the wall in one corner. Otherwise there was nothing she needed.

Picking up Sweet Reason, George asked, "Is there anything you need to get before we hit the road?"

(frozen) [Faith] Almost Set

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Faith considered and gave a glance down at the scrubs she was currently wearing. "You mean other than a set of clothes that don't make me look like I want a walk-on part on St. Elsewhere?"

"What happened to your clothes?"

"Pretty grimey. Not something I want to put back on until they've been washed," Faith said. "Hey, I'll bet there's something in one of those private rooms though. Not like our guests are going to be needin' their luxuries any time soon anyway, right?"

(frozen) [George] Almost Set

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"That's for sure!" George said. "Try Dr. Sakai's room--her former room, I mean," considering that Sakai was imprisoned with the other staff now. "I already liberated a few items, but there's more."

Faith was a bigger girl than George, taller, broader and definitely bustier. But that just meant that what might fit George would just be tighter on Faith, and she didn't think Faith would mind much. Sure as hell the guys wouldn't.

"I'm gonna go grab something from the kitchen for the road. I'll meet you outside by the Jag."

GEORGE EXITS

(frozen) [Faith] Moving On . . .

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"Right," Faith sighed, "Sakai's old room. Claire's new room."

The thought of going in where a woman was having a baby did *not* sit well with her.

"Great, demons, vampires and prison. But you can't handle childbirth. Some Slayer."

Steeling herself, Faith headed off to find new clothes (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/98549.html).