Things Going Bump in the Night (Randall, Open)

[Faith Lehane]

Faith yawned silently. She was walking through the cemetery, and truth be told, she was getting quite bored. There was little action so far, and she was opting on going home and watching "Glitter" for old prison times sake.

She wore her typical getup these days, black jeans with a plain black shirt and black leather boots to match. She'd pulled a hoodie on at the last minute, and with the random chill in the air tonight, she was thankful she had. The hood part covered her unruly brown curls, and she walked with her hands jammed deep in her pockets. She yawned again.

She was walking towards the exit gates when her slayer senses tingled. Instantly her hood was down, her hands were out, and she was scanning her surroundings. A figure ran in the darkness about forty feet away from her. While the thing was mostly a blur of black, she did happen to make out a bumpy forehead. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. Apparently cheesy movies weren't on the menu tonight.

She took off for the figure, pulling a stake from her pocket as she ran. The vamp was no match for her speed, and when she reached it, she spun low while extending a leg, tripping it. Something it had been holding fell from it's hands as it fell to the ground. Both Faith and the figure stood up.

Definitely a vampire. She had short, crimson hair, and wore some sort of ceremonial clothes. There was a symbol on her shirt, some sort of circle inside of a triangle, and Faith also noticed the same symbol on the orange "gem" that the creature had dropped. She quickly kicked it out of the vampire's reach.

"Lost your fancy jewelry," she said, smiling. "Wanna fight me for it?"

The vampire scowled and attacked. Faith quickly ducked out of the way and doubled back, punching her swiftly in the face. She fell towards the egg/gem thing, snatched it up, and got up on her feet running.

Faith let out a sigh. "At least she wouldn't have to worry about her cardio workout tomorrow," she thought to herself. Then took off running after the vampire.

[Randall Lyons]

Tag: Faith Lehane , open
Note: So, yeah, Faith's gonna deck him, isn't she? lmfao
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Randall had been on the vampire’s tail for a few blocks now. He made sure to stay well behind her, and within the shadows of the darkened streets, as well as made all the other efforts to mask his presence. Dressed in dark denim jeans and boots, he also wore a plain white tee-shirt that accentuates a defined physique, black leather jacket, with unkempt hair that doesn’t know the sensation of a comb.

He had been at the hottest club, and by hottest it was of a little more exotic variety when he noticed the she-vampire. This had been around 1:30ish in the morning. It was now 2:00 with a phantom-silver moon, the reflective pale-blue light gleams down upon the graveyard. This along with the faint mist that lingers in the air gave the cemetery a paranormal and sinister atmosphere. Randall had waited until the vampire finished her meal before he started the process to follow her movements. It was perhaps less than altruistic, and a method those council bastards would frown upon. He was no vampire slayer, he was a man, ordinary and plain with no super strength or agility. So, because of this he had to hunt accordingly.

What Randall didn’t expect to find was the brunette. Someone by all appearances that could hold her own with a vampire. She was a vampire slayer, or rather a potential. That was the first thought that came, but then he also remembered how a Ms. Buffy Summers had put out a call for the loose strays to make their way down to Los Angeles. Randall figured that another hunter was the safest assumption.

It seemed out of nowhere when Randall lunged out of Faith’s blind spot. His intention was to tackle her. Once he knew she was safe then he could resume his hunt.

[Faith Lehane]

Tag: Randall Lyons

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Sudden movement to her side startled the slayer. She planted her right foot, stopping herself abruptly, and in a fluid motion turned on her heel and punched at whatever was coming at her with a right cross. The action wasn't perfect though, and she almost fell over in the process.

She'd expected to see another vamp wearing the same ceremonial clothes, but in the blur and confusion she realized that something about this possible attacker wasn't jiving with the redheaded one running away from them.

This was a man. Possibly human. Dressed normal enough without any symbols to be seen. Jumping out at people in a cemetery at 2 am.

"Who-what," she stammered between ragged breaths. "Who are you?"

[Randall Lyons]

Tag: Faith Lehane , it's open!
Note: so yeah, he's an arrogant little prat!
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Randall had committed to the lunge. It was too late to change paths as a fist smashes against jaw bone to knock him for a daze. Randall falls backwards, and like hitting a brick wall Faith’s forceful punch lands him hard on his seat.

He had expected the woman was a damsel, someone in need of a savior. He had thought the woman was some innocent caught between the demon hunter, and the demon; however, the punch threw a very real and very painful spanner in that theory. The woman was another hunter, he was certain of this. It was the one explanation that made the most sense.

‘Randall Longhorn’, he stands and sticks a hand out towards Faith. ‘Demon hunter, and celebrity. I had been tracking a vampire when I saw you’.

As Randall waits for Faith to take his hand. He takes the time to, and made it so obvious, to look over every inch of her body. His eyes wander down her legs and pauses to appreciate his view. Then they return to her own as he looks at Faith with penetrating eyes.

‘But I have a little proposition. Make that punch up to make’, Randall rubs and then stretches his jaw. ‘Go out with me, right now tonight’. It wasn’t a question or even an offer; Randall was cocksure, always got want he wanted.

[Faith Lehane]

Tag: Randall Lyons
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Faith flung her hand in the air, trying to shake the slight sting of the landed-punch away, while still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. As soon as the guy in front of her spoke, she was sure he was human. Whether or not he was a bad guy or a white hat was left to be determined, but she'd still hit someone. Her thoughts quickly flashed to the deputy mayor, and her features fell a bit. She'd been on the straight and narrow for quite a while now, but a small part of the slayer always wondered if something would set her back on the path of death and destruction. Like a junkie relapsing and going back to what she always knew she'd never escape. She shook her head slightly, attempting to also shake those thoughts out of her head.

"Randall Longhorn," the guy said. "Demon hunter, and celebrity. I had been tracking a vampire when I saw you."

Faith stared at the guy's hand. Randall Longhorn? Seems like she would have remembered hearing about this guy, had Team Buff or Wesley had mentioned him.

She was about to grip his hand to shake it when she noticed "the look." It was a look she'd become accustomed to. One that the brunette would have welcomed, had she wanted something from the guy... a drink or information. Hell, even a little "company" for the night. However, she really wasn't on board with any of that at the moment, no matter how attractive the guy was. And the fact that she wasn't the one calling the shots really pissed her off. She shifted her hands onto her hips and narrowed her eyes at the demon hunter, doubling down on the whole "not shaking his hand" thing.

"I'm Faith," she said coldly, eyeing the stranger cautiously.

"But I have a little proposition. Make that punch up to me. Go out with me, right now tonight."

Faith huffed out some air, rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Sure thing, buddy," she said, sarcastically. "'Cause I just love meeting sketchy dudes in cemeteries and instantly going out with them. Totally my jam."

Actually, the guy's forceful attitude was a bit of a turn on. While Faith was always the one calling the shots, the idea that someone felt they could match her on any level was appealing. That being said she'd never admit it to herself, let alone act on it. She glanced in the direction of the vampire that was clearly getting away.

"So if that's all you got, Romeo, I've got somewhere to be," she said, flashing a thumb in the direction of the vamp.