Faith clumped in through the bedroom door, threw her rucksack down on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. By her reckoning, she had enough frequent flyers points to go to disneyland four or five times over, but thats what came of being 'rapid-response' girl. After a few minutes staring at the ceiling, she decided to get up and have a shower. 57 hours in the same clothes was no longer cool.
Passing the window as she undressed, she caught a glimpse of a man standing below on the quadrangle. He appeared to be practicing some form of martial art, not so much stepping as flowing through complicated stances, but that was not what had caught her eye. He was shirtless, a glint of sweat highlighting his well-defined musculature, offset by his bleached hair. He was wearing loose pants, but barefoot. She was dimly aware of others down on the grass, following his motions, but her attention was riveted.
Faith realised she was still standing at the window, her shirt clutched in her hands, mouth open, one boot kicked off. She gave herself a quick shake. Maybe the shower could wait.
She caught a whiff of herself.
Ok, maybe not.
Double drabble - exactly 200 words. Sorry to those who like longer, but the whole point of this series is 'the drabble as art'. Trying to consistently tell a (very short) story in an exact multiple of 100 words is getting both easier and tougher. Word choice, and breaking the single drabble limit make it easier, however I'm running out of ideas for this. I have the faith/onizuka arc, and an 'on patrol' story, but thats it.
I have a few longer one shots, and a couple of stories with consistently long chapters that are begging for reviews -. If anyone would like to be a pre- reader for more We're hiring who? or for my buffy/pratchett cross What a Witch Does please contact me via the email link in my profile.