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whattingawhat) wrote2015-09-07 08:50 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2015-09-07 08:50 pm
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For iwannabesomebody
It's not the first time that Buffy has been in New York, but it's the first time she's spent any amount of time there. They've got a vampire problem and it's getting out of hand. She's actually here at Riley's request. His organization can't spare the man power right now so they contracted (for lack of a better term) with Buffy. She needed a change anyway and this is proving to be a good one, at least for a little while.
When she'd first negotiated the terms of her contract it had seemed reasonable. It was only after she'd signed and started preparing to move that she realized the cost of living, which is how she acquired the glamorous life of vampire slayer by night, barista by day.
She's just hung up her apron and is heading home, bag slung over her shoulder when she hears a scuffle in the alley she's about cut through to the tiny studio apartment she rents. Scuffles aren't uncommon in New York City and not all of them (most of them) have anything supernatural about them at all. However, this one is giving her that creepy, crawly feeling. It's not a spidey sense so much as something she's just learned over nearly a decade of being a slayer. She unzips her bag, letting it slide off her shoulder as she pulls the stake from the pocket. Yes, someone could steal her bag, but she's willing to take that chance. She's broke anyway.
Buffy creeps down the alley nearly silently, stopping next to a dumpster to watch the vampire rough up his victim. She sighs as she straightens and steps out from behind the dumpster. "It's always the same with you guys. When will you learn. No means no."
[ooc: feel free to be the victim or come interrupt or do something entirely different with this scenario. I'm even okay with assumed CR if you'd rather skip introductions. ]
When she'd first negotiated the terms of her contract it had seemed reasonable. It was only after she'd signed and started preparing to move that she realized the cost of living, which is how she acquired the glamorous life of vampire slayer by night, barista by day.
She's just hung up her apron and is heading home, bag slung over her shoulder when she hears a scuffle in the alley she's about cut through to the tiny studio apartment she rents. Scuffles aren't uncommon in New York City and not all of them (most of them) have anything supernatural about them at all. However, this one is giving her that creepy, crawly feeling. It's not a spidey sense so much as something she's just learned over nearly a decade of being a slayer. She unzips her bag, letting it slide off her shoulder as she pulls the stake from the pocket. Yes, someone could steal her bag, but she's willing to take that chance. She's broke anyway.
Buffy creeps down the alley nearly silently, stopping next to a dumpster to watch the vampire rough up his victim. She sighs as she straightens and steps out from behind the dumpster. "It's always the same with you guys. When will you learn. No means no."
[ooc: feel free to be the victim or come interrupt or do something entirely different with this scenario. I'm even okay with assumed CR if you'd rather skip introductions. ]