OPEN (please Faith needs to meet more people, limited doesn't begin to describe her social circle)

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to the day BEFORE Valentine's Day, because RL just decided to chill out now instead of yesterday. Feel free to interrupt. Faith won't stab you, I promise.))

Valentine's Day?

Thud.

Valentine's Day.

Snap.

Valentine's Day!

Faith's hair fell into her face and there was an angry smile on her face... but anyone that either knew her or was perceptive enough could see the tears in her eyes. She slashed and spun with her knife, cutting angry hunks out of the unlucky tree that had drawn her attentione. Her knife was growing sticky with sap and she didn't care.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The day of lovers and sweetness and cookie-faces and all of that bullshit. And Faith was not in a mood. She wanted to keep attacking this poor tree until all of her humanity was hacked away along with the wood. She couldn't handle the turmoil in her mind. She couldn't handle her conflicting emotions or the fire inside of her. She was supposed to be reformed. She was, wasn't she? She was all better. No more bad. So why... Why had she...

With a scream more animal than human, Faith slammed her knife into the tree. Hard. With all of her slayer strength even. The sharpened blade slid into the wood easily all the way up to the hilt... and stuck there. Tears were now bubbling up more noticibly in her eyes but she just blinked to drop them down. She sword loudly and set to work getting her knife out.

Fucking Valentine's Day.

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[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erk is used to the informal nature of social contact in Hogwarts - a madhouse very like that in which Erk spent the previous while, except more or less rooted in one spot. However, he is talking aloud to himself - perhaps not the best idea.*

At least I'm not at home for Love's Day. I don't think I could bear it. Especially if Serra decided to make one of her surprise visits. *He shivers.* And Lady Lyndis was supposed to visit this year as well. Sain on Love's Day. Not a good thing.

*His reverie is interrupted by the sound of a helpless plant being viciously mutilated. Following the sound, he comes upon a girl pulling a knife out of a tree. Recognizing the girl from his Sorting, he approaches carefully.*

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

Angry mumblings could be heard as Faith wrestled with the blade, eyes set dangerously on its hilt as she glared at the weapon as if it had somehow gotten stuck in this tree on its own accord, just to spite her. She was so engaged in being angry at her weapon that she didn't notice Erk's approach. In fact.. she probably wouldn't have had she not taken a prime moment to punch the wounded tree in frustration, which allowed her to see the flutter out of the corner of her eye. In fact, if she hadn't punched the tree it probably would have ended with her dislodging the knife and opening his face up with it on reflex. So... it was probably that she hadn't.... Probably.

She spun around quickly to turn and look at the boy. She recognised him vaguely but in her emotional state it was hard to place. Wait... No... She knew him.

"You... You were the boy with that fucked up name. You were just sorted?" Her brow crumpled in thought as her eyes kept their slightly hazy far away look.

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erk sighs.* You know, you're the only person I've ever known who's actually had issues with my name. Except for one person, but she mostly just gave everyone annoying nicknames.

Yes, I'm Erk. Yes I've just been Sorted. Into Gryffindor, which kind of surprised me. You help slay one dragon and everyone decides you're a big hero. I can understand at home, where it's the first dragon that we've really seen in a thousand years, but here...

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

Faith laughed a bit. She couldn't help it. Nicknames? Weren't they her specialty?

"Gryffindor, eh? Isn't there where all the hot shot heroes go?" Faith smirked in a tone that bordered on flirty but didn't actually cross into it. SHe couldn't flirt. Not after what had happened. But she could get really really close to it.

[(Anonymous)]

So I'm told. Like I said, I don't consider myself a hero. *Some people'd say he looks the part, though.* And the open bar they say Ravenclaw has would've been helpful if the girl I mentioned ever shows up. Although it's a toss-up whether I'd go there to escape her or to get her drunk and lock her in a broom closet.

[woot-yourself.livejournal.com]

Ellie had taken to walking aimlessly around the grounds. (Dresses appropriately this time.) It was her therapy, she loved it. It was so much better than back home, amoung all the streets, and noises.

She heard a sharp crackling noise. She jumped back in alarms. She locked eyes with Faith.

"Shit," she thought. She began to turn around, eager to leave the area.

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

It was the... The... The girl! From...

Alice?
Allie?
Ellen?
...

"Ellie?" She called out hesitantly. Anything to distract her from the current reality that was her mental status. Besides. She had been mean to this girl. THis would be a primse opportunity to try and fix some of the bad from the... the... the incident.

Yes. The incident. That is the only way she would allow her mind to think of it.

Oh yes, the read head would be an amazing distraction.

"Ellie!" She called out again, less confusion in her voice, although the knife sticking into the tree beside her, probably didn't help the canadian's view of her.

[woot-yourself.livejournal.com]

Ellie turned back around. She wasn't prepared for this. She didn't not want to start her semester with MORE drama, and more catfights. She's left that all back home - at Degrassi. She was determined to get a fresh start. Ellie didn't need another Manny.. especially here.

"Um.. look. I don't want to fight with you. I've had a good first day here, and I really don't feel like running it.. alright? Thanks."

She turned back around. She didn't need to wait for an anwser. She just needed to get out of there.

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

"Why do broads like you always assume I'm here to pick a fight?" Faith called after her, heat rising inside of her. She sighed and rubbed one hand across her face. Not a good way to start off dear.

"Ellie, wait!" Faith trotted after her, rolling her eyes at the lack of dignity in all of it. She went to grab the girl's arm but the memories that flooded her mind made her recoil as if burned.

No.

"Ellie, I wanted to apologize."

[woot-yourself.livejournal.com]

Faith wanted to apologize? No way. This was unexpected. But, Ellie did think it was possible. Maybe, Faith'd just been having a bad day, or something. Ellie didn't think it was a trick. Most people didn't sink that low. Or, she hoped they didn't.

Ellie sighed. Alright, she'd give her a chance.

"Whatever... you don't need to apologize. Really, it's fine."

She slowly turned her face towards her.

[clockwork-elf.livejournal.com]

Tick-Tick is perfectly happy fiddling with bits of machine for hours upon end, but that does not preclude the need for the occasional stroll when one needs inspiration. Happening across someone doing their best to slaughter a bystanding tree, however, is a matter for mild bemusement, and so she watches--at a safe distance--until there is a lull in the...what would one call it? Arborcide?

"I have never been entirely convinced," she remarks at last, "that local flora can actively behave as a force of wickedness, though some amongst my kind have produced vigorous arguments to the contrary."

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

Faith turned to look at the newcomer, squaring her gaze. She glared heatedly, the kind of glare that almost makes you wish looks COULD kill so that you could escape it. She took in Tick for a minute and then burst out in a laugh. It was a strange laugh, lacking humor and having an edge of something close to insanity or hysteria.

She shoved her hands in her pocket, ignoring the knife for a moment. "You never know. Maybe this tree slaughted half my family. Have you ever met the thing on the otherside of campus? That thing is tough shit."

[clockwork-elf.livejournal.com]

Tick-Tick doesn't flinch from the glare, but she does shift her weight off her heels. It's remarkable, really, how some people here manage to behave as though they are on some truly incredible narcotics, even when they're not. She's seen Wharf Rats on more even keels.

"It's funny how, when people say 'you never know,' it's almost invariably followed by a suggestion..." They pulled right out of their ass? She takes a more diplomatic tack. "...whose veracity is quite debatable. This place is so odd that someone attacking the scenery really...fits right in."

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

"Veracity is quite debatable?" Faith raised an eyebrow. "New here? Let me guess a house..." She raised one eye brow, looking at the newcomer. "Ravenclaw?" She took a moment to take in Tick-Tick. Faith gave her credit, she hadn't flinched under one of her more pissed of glares. That either took real guts or real stupidity.

"So, what are you doing out and about on the grounds and... now that I mention it.. what's your name?"

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"... okay do the trees ask for it or somethin'? What says 'sword' about a tree just standin' there?" He'd stopped on his tromp through the woods, arms crossed, to give Faith a bit of a look. Sheesh. Girls and trees.

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

Faith glared over her shoulder at the guy and reached up to grab the hilt of her knife. "Better the tree than..." She grunted and made another attempt to free the knife. She looked over her shoulder at the guy and smiled a venomous smile, "something else."

She gave up for the moment and turned to look at him. "So... You going to just stand there or tell me your name?"

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. I always make friends with the crazy knife waving chicks." He smirked, watching her struggle with the knife. "But, it's Ray. Like friggin' sunshine." He drawls it out in his north Chicago accent. "You?"

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

"Well, Sunshine, it looks like your lucky day." She wrenched the knife free in on fluid motion, his words making her angry. She turned to face him and waved the knife slowly in front of his eyes. "I happen to be quite crazy and extremely female." She smiled serenely, a dangerous edge on her voice.

And just as quick as the edge of the metal had been a few centimeters from his face, the blade was shoved back into her belt.

"I'm Faith, as in... Faith." She smirked at him.

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Just because you were happy and with someone didn't mean you had to be overly fond of the day, Jack was very happy to be back to his normal height and allowed to eat as much sugar as possible, he had probably consumed enough the past few hours to put him into a coma but there he was wandering along dog by his side as it he'd not even touched the stuff.

"Impressive." He smirked stopping and leaning against a nearby tree. "You want a hand with that?"

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

"You sure you want to come within range of a pissed off slayer with a knife?" She seethed without looking at him. Her eyes were settled darkly on the item of destruction, as if this was somehow it's fault. "You might end up bleeding. Or in a coma... or if you're really lucky... I could just kill you." SHe still hadn't turne dot look at him, just stood glaring darkly at the tree, feeling the remnants of soreness in her wrists. The bruise was almost gone from them, with her super healing powers. They still hurt though. THat boy had been strong.

She sighed and finally turned to look at him.

"I'm Faith."

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack started laughing at her comment of her just killing him. "Not going to happen, few people have tried, including myself, I just can't seem to stay dead." He spoke as if it was normal everyday, no big deal.

"Jack." He smirked.

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

"Ever had a chick with super powers try to off you? They say it's a whole new experience. Plus, I have a lot of practice. I've gotten real good at it by now." She was trying to scare him, startle him... It just didn't seem to be working. She was intrigued by that. Not in a sexual way. No, her brain couldn't even process thinking like that. No, she didn't want to sex him, but he was intriguing none the less.

She turned her back to him and tried once again to remove the knife from the tree.

[nannynutter.livejournal.com]

Agnes was walking by, before she spotted the woman and paused, before walking over. "I really don't recommende that, dear." she said with distaste as she took in the woman.

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

Faith turned around and looked at the old woman. She narrowed her eyes suspicously, keeping on hand on the hilt of the knife, as if it would somehow help if this chick decided to get up and in her face.

"Who the hell are you?"

[nannynutter.livejournal.com]

Agnes' looked a little taken aback, before her lips became a thin, angry line and her eyebrows knitted together dangerously. "Who the hell am I?" she asked, and barked out a laugh. "Who the hell are you?" she scowled and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.