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entrancelogs2016-08-01 11:37 am
sponsored) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-01 11:37 am
and mama always said--
Who: Faith Lehane & training students & OTA
Where: Sparring Facility, Angel Investigations, a room on a floor of your choosing!
When: Aug/Sep Catch-all
Rating: PG-13, could increase
Summary: Faith is not handling her anniversary in Wonderland very well.
The Story:
faith usually asks her trainees for an extra few punches, higher kicks, or harder throws. she makes it clear that the name of the game is to walk out feeling better than when you came in, sure. but this month she takes people at their word when they tire out, instead of asking for more.
her movement's still crisp but she doesn't hit or push as hard as normal. the threshold varies per person, a mental note in faith's head to tell her who needs her to throttle back less or more. ]
when faith exits, it's with freshly-made bruises and drying blood that she hasn't quite cleaned up all the way. a sheen of sweat covers her, and she's pushing her hair out of her face like it's personally affronted her. ]
Where: Sparring Facility, Angel Investigations, a room on a floor of your choosing!
When: Aug/Sep Catch-all
Rating: PG-13, could increase
Summary: Faith is not handling her anniversary in Wonderland very well.
The Story:
sparring facility
[ she's going easy on everyone.faith usually asks her trainees for an extra few punches, higher kicks, or harder throws. she makes it clear that the name of the game is to walk out feeling better than when you came in, sure. but this month she takes people at their word when they tire out, instead of asking for more.
her movement's still crisp but she doesn't hit or push as hard as normal. the threshold varies per person, a mental note in faith's head to tell her who needs her to throttle back less or more. ]
hallway, pick a floor any floor
[ she comes here weekly, to this unmarked door, but it's not her room.when faith exits, it's with freshly-made bruises and drying blood that she hasn't quite cleaned up all the way. a sheen of sweat covers her, and she's pushing her hair out of her face like it's personally affronted her. ]
there are demons and they’ll spit you out better wear a mask and stay indoors
Gosh. Is that how it seemed?
[ faith steps forward toward elena, shrinking the space between them to a mere foot. her voice has lowered in both volume and tone. a warning that faith doesn't care shows her hand. to her it seems that elena wants to duel with words, but faith is too tired-- too scattered-- too far from who she'd been trying to be back at home. she can't see past her anger far enough to accept that elena's hand is extended in aid, not in threat. ]
Good thing you were there to save the damsel then...
there are demons and they’ll spit you out better wear a mask and stay indoors
[ faith isn't the first person to crowd her space like this. often, it is used as an intimidation tactic; as a reminder. a smarter person would acknowledge it for what it is, but elena does not shrink in the face of it. her voice softens, no longer argumentative. forlorn instead, maybe. ]
I just don't want you to give up.
[ because that's what it feels like. like faith has given up on herself. ]
there are demons and they’ll spit you out better wear a mask and stay indoors
faith's eyes won't raise to meet elena's anymore. ]
Get out.
[ the mask of anger is slipping; someone like elena can probably see it with ease. the fear is seeping out of faith's pores, makes the timbre in her voice strained and unsure.
she can't let elena do this; just because the girl can play with vampires doesn't mean she can hang with a true blue murderer. someone in whom there is a darkness laced deeper than two centuries of killing to feed. she moves to the door of the bathroom. not as fast as elena's fanged pet, but fast enough. ]
Find another trainer. We're done. [ before she closes the bathroom door, faith's eyes at least make it to elena's face. ] I'm sorry.
there are demons and they’ll spit you out better wear a mask and stay indoors
she shakes her head, looking genuinely lost and confused; their histories are foreign to each other, and the fragments she's caught do not make a whole. she can't figure out where faith is coming from. all she can feel is the full weight of rejection, the sting of refusal, and it's a little too familiar.
i still have hope, stefan.
do you realize how pathetic that makes you?
what is it about her, elena? why can't she let go of people that are practically screaming for release? why does she sink her nails deeper into those who do not want to be saved? do not want her to see who they really are? who taught her to love like this?
at the click of the bathroom door, elena allows herself to exhale shakily. it's hard to say how long she stands there, fighting the urge to continue running up against that wall. eventually she does leave, aware there's more than one door closing. ]