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taxonomites2012-05-06 11:12 pm
buffy_slayer) wrote in taxonomites2012-05-06 11:12 pm
Visual | Osten | I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train | Open
The tablet is on, and broadcasting.
Buffy doesn't care.
She's sitting on a set of stone steps that apparently lead up a short grassy hill to... nothing. Not even a stone foundation to break apart the stretch of green.
"Hi there, Taxon."
Not crying, not yet at least. There's more resignation than anything else, and Buffy's leaning her head against one hand.
"The castle is gone. Willow is gone. My stuff isn't -- the hamsters were nice enough to leave me my stuff."
A motion towards a neat stack of small boxes, each stamped with "this side up" and an arrow pointing downwards.
"I suppose that I ought to look for a new place to live."
Buffy doesn't care.
She's sitting on a set of stone steps that apparently lead up a short grassy hill to... nothing. Not even a stone foundation to break apart the stretch of green.
"Hi there, Taxon."
Not crying, not yet at least. There's more resignation than anything else, and Buffy's leaning her head against one hand.
"The castle is gone. Willow is gone. My stuff isn't -- the hamsters were nice enough to leave me my stuff."
A motion towards a neat stack of small boxes, each stamped with "this side up" and an arrow pointing downwards.
"I suppose that I ought to look for a new place to live."