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A/N
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Arrival:
Willow stepped off of the bus and quickly made her way out of the bus station. She wandered the streets mindlessly for a while before snapping herself out of her self-imposed reverie.
In order to survive she would need money.
Willow found herself an out of the way alley and ducked down it. She focused on a twenty dollar bill, her hand outstretched. The pressure built in her ears and then popped. She was holding a note in her hand.
She held up to the light. Not perfect. Clearly a fake.
Willow shrugged and threw the note away. This time she focused on a bar of gold. Gold was good. Gold could be exchanged for money and was extremely hard to mess up.
This time, when her ears popped, she was unprepared for the weight and the newly minted bar of gold rolled off of her hand and fell onto the floor.
Willow sighed, picked the bar of gold up and stowed it carefully away in her bag. Now all she needed to do was find a bank or something that would exchange the gold for money.
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Willow left the bank, her money carefully stowed in her bag, confident in her new identity.
She was no longer Willow Rosenburg, murdering mutant. Now she was Rowan Weaver, unemployed, homeless bum with a hell of a lot of cash in her bag.
Rowan was an identity she'd had created a long time ago for fun. Xander had challenged her to create an entirely new person one day and she'd just hopped on the computer, hacked in to all the different places and created an entirely new persona from scratch. Rowan had an entire life of her own. When Willow had had to leave Sunnydale, Rowan had sprung to mind as an ideal new identity. She already had most of the ID she needed. All she needed now was an actual job and her cover would be complete. It wasn't as though she even looked like Willow Rosenburg any more. Her hair, so easy to cut for a normal person but harder to grow, was now six inches longer - thanks to her mutant abilities - and elegantly swept back. And it was brown. She had blue eyes, courtesy of contacts, always wore heels to disguise her actual height and dressed completely differently.
Actually, right now she needed an apartment more than she needed a job. The money from the gold would sustain her for a long time, but she also needed shelter.
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Okay, maybe the money from the gold wouldn't sustain her for as long as she had thought. Who knew that apartment prices in New York were so high? And she couldn't exactly share because her powers were still happening at random. So she was now the proud renter of an apartment in the Village. And all she had to do was find a job.