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

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((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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"I tortured people." That usually supressed dark part of his personality was allowed to be shown then, "Keep them alive. Not that I haven't killed. Let people take a fall for me, trick them into things..." A twisted smirk played cross his face.

"Nothing ever means to go that far, but it happens." Jack regained some control as he shook his head, hands into his pockets his turn to turn away from her.

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She was overtaken by a sick sense of competition. And maybe a desperate need to make him leave. He wasn't looking at her like a monster, and that was -really- screwing with her self image. He thought he was worse than her? SHe was supposed to save the world and she had... she had...

"I raped him." She turned to look at him, her voice trembling. "It started out as just playing rough. I'm into that kind of thing, ya know. Verbal sparring, nothing too skanky but... I hit him too hard, I guess and he told me to leave and... I wouldn't. Not that... that he didn't get his own hands on my before that." She had pulled down the neckline of her shirt to show the still semi-dark bruise around her neck from Dean's hands. It would have been almost gone but the contact with Gillian awhile back had slowed the healing process.

She spun around and punch the tree, hard. The pain somehow altered her perception of reality, making her head less fuzzy. She slammed her knuckles into it again. She didn't think to use the knife in her hand. No, that was far too impersonal. Her knuckles were bleeding as she punched teh tree again and again. She didn't want to see the look of disgust on his face, didn't want to watch him walk away. She wanted to sit here and wallow tell herself what a horrible person she was. WHat did she care what Jack thought of her anyways? Just one more judgement on her soul. He wasn't the first...

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The husky who had remained silent before gave a single bark, wasn't even a real bark and looked up to her pet, who nodded down to her. "You're right." He said quietly.

Jack's face when he turned back was unreadable, whatever he may have been thinking it certainly wasn't obvious. "So do something about it, don't fall further." He looked to the dog who was now by his side.

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He wasn't gone? He hadn't left. What the hell? That messed with the plan, her ideal reality. Faith turned to face him, her face wild and unconformed She walked closer to him, hands bleeding, neck bruised, eyes unfocused. She shook her head, hair framing around the edge of her face.

"How? How the fuck do you propose I do that?" She wasn't threatening him or pushing up into him. It was strange for her. Here was a guy, questioning her reality and she wasn't kicking his ass. He seemed different than the other 99% of the male population. She narrowed her eyes into a slight glare and shook her head. She wasn't sure she wanted to hear his answer. A part of her knew that any path back into the light would be a bitch to travel. Falling was easier...

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"Honestly. I don't know." He regarded her a moment. "There's probably a lot you don't want to share, a lot you don't even realise." He shrugged. "Look, I can heal your hands if you want."