There was something very familiar about looking at a group of people and
wishing to be a part of them. When Faith first arrived in Sunnydale
California, she learned exactly what it was like to always be on the
outside, wanting to join in. It seemed to be a common theme in her life.
Faith wanted acceptance, and she received tolerance instead. Buffy had
thought that she was including Faith in the group, the two slayers take on
the world and such. Faith knew better, there was always a division between
them.
As long as Faith was on the outside of things like school, she could never really be a part of the group. And so she tried to seduce Buffy into her world. She got Buffy to skip some classes, to blow off her other friends in order to spend time with Faith on patrol, or even at the Bronze. It didn't work though. Karma or fate stepped in and that man she killed, the deputy mayor, stood directly in the path of her destruction. Her self- destruction.
She panicked. It wasn't callousness that made her try to deny what had happened, or to hide the body. It was fear that was so intense, it numbed her mind. Faith didn't want to kill anyone, but her defenses were up and suddenly everyone was treating her like something dirty, like a stain to be removed. Blaming Buffy had been an impulsive, ill thought out plan. It didn't work to do anything except distance her from the group even more. She had a real talent for sabotaging herself.
Prison had started the same way. She was fresh meat and alone. No friends, no acquaintances; only herself to rely upon. Fortunately, Faith was pretty dependable when it came to her own defense. She knew exactly why she was there and she wasn't going to allow anyone to use her to be their favorite victim. It took a bit of convincing for the others to see that. They saw her as a young woman, not particularly strong looking, easy prey. She taught them otherwise through action.
Prison language was something Faith could understand almost immediately. It used fists more often than adjectives, and when it came to fighting there wasn't anyone that could take her down. She wasn't going to be anyone's girlfriend or slave. No one seemed to want her to be a friend or ally though, and so she ended up looking at the different gangs of women from the outside, wishing she could be included in one. She was confused. If doing her time quietly was her reason for being in prison, her chance at penance for the things she had done, then she should have been glad to be outside of the gangs. It was just so lonely. She didn't want to be on the outside looking in anymore.
+ Very short bits, for which I apologize, it is the way I tend to write most often. It is likely I will add more vignettes to this story in the near future. +
As long as Faith was on the outside of things like school, she could never really be a part of the group. And so she tried to seduce Buffy into her world. She got Buffy to skip some classes, to blow off her other friends in order to spend time with Faith on patrol, or even at the Bronze. It didn't work though. Karma or fate stepped in and that man she killed, the deputy mayor, stood directly in the path of her destruction. Her self- destruction.
She panicked. It wasn't callousness that made her try to deny what had happened, or to hide the body. It was fear that was so intense, it numbed her mind. Faith didn't want to kill anyone, but her defenses were up and suddenly everyone was treating her like something dirty, like a stain to be removed. Blaming Buffy had been an impulsive, ill thought out plan. It didn't work to do anything except distance her from the group even more. She had a real talent for sabotaging herself.
Prison had started the same way. She was fresh meat and alone. No friends, no acquaintances; only herself to rely upon. Fortunately, Faith was pretty dependable when it came to her own defense. She knew exactly why she was there and she wasn't going to allow anyone to use her to be their favorite victim. It took a bit of convincing for the others to see that. They saw her as a young woman, not particularly strong looking, easy prey. She taught them otherwise through action.
Prison language was something Faith could understand almost immediately. It used fists more often than adjectives, and when it came to fighting there wasn't anyone that could take her down. She wasn't going to be anyone's girlfriend or slave. No one seemed to want her to be a friend or ally though, and so she ended up looking at the different gangs of women from the outside, wishing she could be included in one. She was confused. If doing her time quietly was her reason for being in prison, her chance at penance for the things she had done, then she should have been glad to be outside of the gangs. It was just so lonely. She didn't want to be on the outside looking in anymore.
+ Very short bits, for which I apologize, it is the way I tend to write most often. It is likely I will add more vignettes to this story in the near future. +