faith "honeybadger secretly gives a fuck" lehane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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taxonomites2011-02-16 01:16 pm
stacked) wrote in taxonomites2011-02-16 01:16 pm
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[ visual | location: taxon's streets ] like irish mortar mother's pride is what we taught her
The tablet turns on abruptly, as Faith tosses her bag down with a thump on the pavement. The odd angle means she's only visible up to about the chest, but anyone who's met her won't be able to mistake that leather on leather taste in clothing, or the smoker's rasp to her voice as she laughs.
"Yeah, come on. Let's do this." There's no one else on screen, but the shuffling, dragging footsteps that echo through the tablet are unmistakable and should be a cue to run the fuck away, right now.
...She's not running, however; she's standing in place, stretching, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet with excitement.
When the first set of zombie feet pass the screen, Faith charges at the entire group; she fights a little like she's dancing, if dancing involved arterial spray. No guns here, just her fists and a sword. It's over fast-- a little too fast for her taste, to be honest-- but the street is momentarily cleared of zombies.
She stretches a little, letting her joints pop, and sighs with unmistakable satisfaction. She kneels by her bag, wiping idly-- and without much success-- at the blood on her face; when she sees the tablet's recording one eyebrow sneaks up before she shrugs easily, then rolls her eyes and reaches past the tablet into the bag. After a moment of rummaging, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes and takes a second to light one up, oddly casual for someone chilling out alone in a zombie infested section of the city. "I'd be pissed about the free show, but screw it. This is the most freaking fun I've had since I got dropped here." Another long drag, then she grabs the tablet in her free hand and pulls the bag over her shoulder and stands, all in one smooth moment. "In case anybody missed the memo, try not to get bit and leave the killing to the professionals."
Her laugh is raspy but genuine. "Always wanted to say that shit." Chances to kill undead Extras is apparently all it takes to make Faith Lehane cheerful, good to know.
( ooc | faith's in osten at the time of the post, but if you'd rather do location than tablet and want to run into her somewhere else later on, just put it in the subject line and it's all good. she's basically drifting around the city kicking ass, so she can be wherever you need.
ALSO WARNING FOR POTENTIAL HEAVY VIOLENCE IN COMMENTS. )
"Yeah, come on. Let's do this." There's no one else on screen, but the shuffling, dragging footsteps that echo through the tablet are unmistakable and should be a cue to run the fuck away, right now.
...She's not running, however; she's standing in place, stretching, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet with excitement.
When the first set of zombie feet pass the screen, Faith charges at the entire group; she fights a little like she's dancing, if dancing involved arterial spray. No guns here, just her fists and a sword. It's over fast-- a little too fast for her taste, to be honest-- but the street is momentarily cleared of zombies.
She stretches a little, letting her joints pop, and sighs with unmistakable satisfaction. She kneels by her bag, wiping idly-- and without much success-- at the blood on her face; when she sees the tablet's recording one eyebrow sneaks up before she shrugs easily, then rolls her eyes and reaches past the tablet into the bag. After a moment of rummaging, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes and takes a second to light one up, oddly casual for someone chilling out alone in a zombie infested section of the city. "I'd be pissed about the free show, but screw it. This is the most freaking fun I've had since I got dropped here." Another long drag, then she grabs the tablet in her free hand and pulls the bag over her shoulder and stands, all in one smooth moment. "In case anybody missed the memo, try not to get bit and leave the killing to the professionals."
Her laugh is raspy but genuine. "Always wanted to say that shit." Chances to kill undead Extras is apparently all it takes to make Faith Lehane cheerful, good to know.
( ooc | faith's in osten at the time of the post, but if you'd rather do location than tablet and want to run into her somewhere else later on, just put it in the subject line and it's all good. she's basically drifting around the city kicking ass, so she can be wherever you need.
ALSO WARNING FOR POTENTIAL HEAVY VIOLENCE IN COMMENTS. )