1098/Things Get Weird at Night

Things Get Weird at Night
Date of Scene:	22 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ash Williams, Faith Lehane

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Ash Williams has posed:
A dark tunnel. Light at the end of it growing closer. The sound of air rushes by and and loud rock and roll music. A Delta 88 Oldsmobile thuds down the road and sparks fly up from it's undercarriage, this car somehow runs today in all of it's tan-yellow glory.

The driver releases a wild scream and swerves, left to right along the highway roadbend, a loop just outside of Sunnydale, a place where rumor stands even outside of it 'things go weird at dark'. Well, how about crazed screaming drivers in an ancient automobile? Why not right.

It's the loud crash of a guard rail that beats all other noises, that car in all of it's metal and weight thrusts through the protective barrier and begins to weave back and forth down a grassy hillside.

Faith Lehane has posed:
As it so happens, Faith was not too far away from where this crazy vehicle was crazily rampaging. She was sitting on a ledge outside of a park restroom and she had a brown bag resting between her jeans-covered thighs, the bag had the distinct shape of a liquor bottle.

Faith wasn't hammered (not yet) but she was definitely working on it... when her eyes turned to look at the car bounding through the guard rail. Watching the car go, she just narrows her brown eyes, furrows her dark eyebrows and then slips down off the stone ledge with her bottle of booze and starts walking in that direction... to go investigate it, cause... why the hell not, she was bored as shit.

Ash Williams has posed:
The oldsmobile has come to a stop, its a small walk through fog and grassy hillside to get to it but the skidmarks of tire on landscape are not hard to overlook, even through the mist. The faint sound of rock music is also a guide.
AC/DC's "You Shook me All Night Long" actually, if Faith knows her classical music.
Close enough to the automobile she will see the front door thrown open, blood everywhere. Lots of blood. An axe sits across the front seat, there is dry and old vitae crusted to the blade.

A scream is heard from the fog further down the hill, a shout of pain and surprise? No a maniacal laugh? Maybe its both.

A man can be heard shouting, "Come back here you unshaven bitch! Give daddy some sugar."

"HELP ME!" A females voice now. There is sounds of skirmish? More laughter and odd noises. It does not sound pleasant.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith just sighed heavily and tiredly. "God damnit." She said, upon hearing these noises. A second later and her heavy liquor bottle in the bag was thumped down ontop of the car and then the handle of the axe is grasped by her hand and yanked out of the front seat.

Faith starts to jog down the hill in the direction of the voices, axe in her right hand... .she's got a black denim jean jacket on, unbuttoned and a dark red tanktop on beneath that.

Faith moves to try to catch up to whomever is prowling on this screaming doll and hoping to get a drop on them, armed with nasty crusty axe.

Ash Williams has posed:
Streams of moonlight pierce fog here and there, the grassy area turning in to a clustering of darkened woods. Middle of it is a man with a chainsaw for an arm, opposite of him is a woman in tattered ratty clothing, hair a mess, eyes wide and makeup running down her.

"You! Help me please!" The woman cries, she tries to rush to Faith.
The tall and lanky-to-built man steps between the two, that chainsaw revving up with a snarl. "Nuh uh chickadee. This dance is just the two of us. I advise you to just walk on, go update your Twatter account or get back to that boy waiting for you with the two sizes too large condom box." Yeah, hes talking to Faith.

That female reaches out a hand, "Please hes a psycho, he wants to do rotten things to me... "

"Fuzzlips, the only thing around here thats rotten is you."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith wasn't an idiot, she'd been at this for 2 years now and she didn't trust anyone... in any scenario or situation... So when the 'helpless damsel' ran up to her, Faith held up her left hand to indicate for her to stop. "Get away fro me." She told the girl, pointing to the left "Go stand over there." She said, which would place the 3 of them in a triangle-pattern position.

At Ash, Faith now looked and she furrowed her brow. "Who the fuck uses condoms?" She asked back at him, firing back her own jokey answer to his little jab at her.

Faith then held up the big axe in her right hand, she gave it a tosse up in the air, causing it to spin like a figure skater, then she caught it again.

"Lets start explaining whats going on here, so I can get back to my drinkin'." She said to the both of them then.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Good little girls who don't want herpes." Ash responds tritely, "Look, you're going to just get hur--" A stop midsentence as she twirls the axe like a Majorette tossing around a baton. "Well okay, papi a lumberjack or you just real good at handling wood? Wait. Thats my axe."

The 'damsel' frowns, her mouth opens and she recalls something beyond her own knowledge, the Black Books knowledge about women destined to destroy darkness... darkness, "YOU FILTHY WHORE YOU SECOND RATE SLAYER BITCH!" FLYIN? Yes that woman is flying through the air at Faith now, her legs incredibly hairy, fingers and toes curled in to long talon like claws and her hair a nest of nasty curls, sharp jagged teeth jutting out of her putrid broken lips. A transformation, a quick one.

"Look out!" Ash says while swiping that chainsaw arm out. Time to see who is quicker, Deadite, Chosen One or Slayer!

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith smirked in Ash's direction. "Judgement is all the herpes protection I need." She replied to him. "Girl like me? I only sleep with with virgins, they give it up in a heartbeat at the sight'a me too." Which wasn't true, she sleeps with almost everyone who asks her too, almost, but hey, she likes to lie too!

When the flying angry hair bitch came at her though, all arms, legs, teeth and claws! Faith's eyes went big and she stumbled backward a pair of steps having to do the LIMKBO to avoid the incoming attack from above and... she THREW the axe up into the air, aiming it right for the bitch's chest while falling down onto her own backside in the soft grass!

Ash Williams has posed:
The axe embeds with a thump between the Deadite's breasts, carving its way neatly in to the bone there. Before she can touch down both thighs also sever off from the chainsaw that just now swept through them, legs flipping off in all directions only to desposit neatly in the now bloody grass. Yeah, its bloody. Like a Rodriguez movie, its spraying out of chest and legs.
They should be used to such things though.

As the Deadite hits the ground and flails around her head twists, "Ashy Slashy Ashy Slashy they should kill you too, Slayers, its what they do right, RIGHT!?" A shriek and its speech is interrupted by a swing of chainsaw.

"They like to talk. Just.. nag nag nag." The man explains, a tip upwards of his chin at Faith, "Nice throw, toots. You ain't half bad."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith wasn't on her back for very long, she did a backward sommersault and came up back on her feet, tugging her jacket and shirt back down to her waistline. She watched Ash just gorey-descimate the nasty bitch and it just made her eyes narrow and her lips curl in disgust.

"Yo... thats fucked up." Faith said back to him then. "I mean, I see a lot of fucked up stuff, and do a lot of fucked up stuff... But thats like, on another level..." She cringed a bit more before he complimented her throw.

"Yeah well... killing evil shit around this town is kinda my thing." Faith cleared her throat then. "Well, it was someone else's thing, but I've kinda stolen it from her." Faith then tipped her chin to the bloody mess Ash just made. "What do you call that thing anyway?" She asked about the flying hairy bitch.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Thats fucked up? You should see Lincoln Nebraska three weeks ago." Ash doesn't seem at all phased by the gore and violence. "Deadite, it's called a deadite. Possessed and not human anymore if your sensibilities are getting all twisted up, once they go possessed its like butt and ugly have a child, each and everytime. I mean, I been fooled a couple times but... Ah heck, you don't wanna hear that story."

Ash walks over and grips that axe in one hand, starting to wrench it back and forth with crunchy noises, "Someone elses thing? Axe throwing? Yeah Paul Bunyans thing. You talking about this Slayer nonsense this things been talking about since we passed in to Sunnybale, hale, vale? You know. Nevermind. I'll lose interest if you try to explain. " Squelch! The axe rips free and he sets it on his shoulder and starts to stomp back towards his car, "I got some Panama Red and a fresh change of clothes in my trunk. You smoke, sweetcheeks?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith just stood there with her hip cocked out to the left and her right leg extended a stretch to the right, arms at her sides as she just eyeballed Ash something fierce. "Sunnydale is a hellmouth." She told him. "Evil shit is pourin' out of it, like stupid out of Trump's mouth." Former President, not the current one is up for re-election in a few months!

"This... Deadite was probably coming here to try'n get to the Hellmouth below our feet... The deeper down ya go, the more twisted shit you'll find here."

Faith cleared her throat and glanced back up the hill toward the car. "Yeah, I smoke." She told him. "I got a bottle a whiskey up there on your car too, if ya need a hit of it."

Ash Williams has posed:
"That funny looking kid with the big hair from the 80s? Make America Great again... " Ash chuckles, he remembers that from TV. He also read somewhere that guy became a president. His story musta held up.

"Hellmouth, huh, sounds nasty. I knew a girl we called Hellmouth once, Janice, Janice Cleary. We called it a Hellmouth because of all the things that went in to it not what came out."

"Maybe, I don't ever try to figure out what they're up to. Just keep them away from the Book, eachother and well... apparently Sunnydale."

Ash pauses, turns and looks down at Faith, "Whiskey? You might just be my kinda gal, Sally."

Faith Lehane has posed:
One thing about Faith that might get Ash's 'radar' going is that she looked young, she looked too young to drink and she looked like she might to be too young to... do much of anything else either.

She smirked at his jokes, but she wasn't really the laughing type. Instead, she just turned and started up the hill, but paused and pointed back at the messy disgusting Deadite corpse. "Shouldn't we... burn that, or some shit? Will it fuck up an animel if it inevitably flies down there and starts feastin' on that trash?" Her large brown eyes then went back up and over to Ash, since this was a monster-girl she was not familar with... her time with her Watcher had been limited, before her Watcher had ben murdered by Vampires... so Faith was still light on a lot of Slayer-knowledge.

Ash Williams has posed:
It's not until they're at the car and he is opening up the trunk to pull out a fresh shirt that the light hits her and he can see her age, "Shit, how old are you? 19? Dun matter, you're not telling anyone." Unclasping the chain saw it is tossed in to the back of the vehicle, a metal gauntlet placed there instead. His shirt then comes off, the raggedy blood caked mess replaced with a fresh shirt and then he is offering her a bong, "Burn this now. I'll burn the Deadite after a breather, sometimes they spread, othertimes they just lay there. She aint in no condition to hop back up, heads gone."

"Careful sugartits, this stuff is a lot stronger than what you're probably used to here in Shinyoaks.'

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith just snorted at the man's questioning of her age. "I'm 18." She told him, which was alie. She wasn't 18 until December. She walked forward then and grabbed the bong from him and then grabbed her bottle of booze and collapsed back into the open driver' seat, but kept her legs outside of the car.

"There's some pretty messed up stuff in Sunnydale though, but ya gotta look in the darker corners of it which is where ya run into things like Hairy and the Hendersons down there." Faith took a swig of the booze and then tended to the bong, falling silent for a moment there-after and leaned her head back on the head rest inside of his car.

"I'm a Slayer." She suddenly announced in her husky voice that made her actually sound much older than she was, how a young girl like her got a voice like that is a wild roll of the dice.

"I could lift this car up and flip it over, if I wanted too. I'm destined to hunt Vampires... and stab them with sharp instruments." Faith took another drink of the whiskey and then coughed softly.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Animals though, huh, you know that could happen." Ash says quietly, as she works her way around to the front and out of view he changes pants. Only hopping back around to the front when hes struggling with a boot, "Yeah, Slayer? Huh?" Coming to a stop on the passenger door he takes up the bong himself, takes a long bubbly hit then hands it back, snatching her whiskey in the process. "I'd peg you for older." He admits. "Lift my car... " Wilder shit out there he sposes and maybe this kid just likes to tell stories, hes okay with that. He likes stories.
"Oh that is tasty." he says after a chug of whiskey, "Ashy likey."

"Whats your name, anyways? I can make up names all day if you prefer."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith took the bong back after he was done and then she turned more into the car to look back over at him with a smirk. "Faith. And no, I'm not religious... neither were my parents... they were devout assholes though." She said. "And if I seem older its cause I've lead a kind of shitty life, its probably gonna mean I'm gonna look like I'm fourty when I'm twenty five." She shook her head side to side then and looked around the interior of the car.

"This ride yours? Or was it Scream Queen's down there?" She asked, tipping her chin out the windshield to the bottom of the hill where the Deadite remained deadish. Faith would do another bubbly hit on the bong herself and then set it aside between the seats and leaned her head back against the headrest again. "Definitely don't have stuff like this around here." She said in a strained voice a moment later.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Heres to staying young and hot then." Another chug at the whiskey and Ash sets it down right in between her thighs. "This is all me, this is my baby." He taps the top of it /thom thom/. That metal hand making more noise. "Careful, it might make you see some shit thats not really there." A fair warning, that strain is a mild hallucinogenic. "Be right back, Faith, gonna go toast me up some Deadite smores."

He'll leave here there long enough at the car to go fry the corpses remains. Who says hes a lazy worker.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith looked back over at him when he nestled that bottle in between her thighs and she watched him get up and leave the car again. She trailed her eyes after him as he went down into the darkness so to try and help out she flipped the brights on on his car's headlights.

Out of sheer curiosity about this strange guy, Faith started to look around the inside of the car, then turned around to look into the backseat to see what the hell he was hiding back there now... she set the bong over into the passenger seat and then turned around and would start to root around in whatever was back tehre.

Ash Williams has posed:
Records, cds, empty beer cans, shotgun shells, a sword, clothes, a roll of condoms, a baggy that probably once had narcotics and a wooden wrapped and chained box. It moves when touched.

After a few minutes of playing with fire, taking a piss and whistling while Ash stops to stare at his car from a distance, admiring the automobile before seeing Faith rooting around the backseat.
Walking up to it he knocks on the rearview, casually, "Normally I'm all for touching other people's boxes but that ones off limits. It bites."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith surenly wasn't embarrassed about being found in this position, let alone found rooting around in his stuff. She just sat back on her feet and then turned back around to get up and out of his car. "You got some weird shit back there, stranger." She said to him, holding her whiskey bottle by its neck, she leaned back against the car and eyeballed him. "If I wasn't told Slayers could only be female, I might start wonderin if there was a 3rd one rollin' on into Sunnydale tonight."

She'd lift the whiskey bottle up for another drink of it then, starting to feel pretty wild, and he DID say the drug was able to cause halucinations, so she was wondering if that box had actually been moving around at all or not now.

"You sticking around here for long?" She asked him then, grinning some then. "Oooold man." Yeah, she was starting to sound a little drunk too.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Me, a slayer? I'm just Ash, the man with the chainsaw hand and the big gun." A wink. A look past her at his stuff and he makes a quick inventory, not that most of it isn't junk. "Couple nights, long enough to make sure that Deadite slag back there doesn't sprout back up." The Old Man slight gets him laughing a little, "Faith girly, this Old Man, could keep up with you any day of the week... Gimme that." The bottle taken from her again and downed, "Question is, can you keep up?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
"Not a doubt in my mind." Faith replied to him with a little grin and a shake of her head whilst leaning back against his car. After he took her bottle from her she just lifted her hands up on either sides of her and placed them back on the car's hood, all stretched out and relaxed, her fingertips drumming on the car's body. She eyed him closely. "Whats with the chainsaw arm anyway?" She questioned finally. "Thats kinda... what... 1980s heavy metal isn't it?"

Faith would glance down toward the area that the Deadite was, trying to spot any signs of fire down there since thats apparently how you handle them. "I mean, you were going nuts on her with that thing... where'd you learn how to do that and what happened to your arm?" She looked back at him, the alcohol loosening her tongue up some.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Good, keep it like that." Ash encourages while taking more of the booze, shaking it as its nearing its end. The bottle is then set on the car's roof.
"You know the story, babe. My left hand got too jealous so he got rid of the right hand. Thats just how pretty I am." Teasing clearly the man exhales a sigh, his chest rising and falling before he speaks on, "Thing got possessed, turned against me so I hacked it off. The very metal chainsaw does what its good at, chewing up badshit. You never seen a man with a chainsaw arm before?" Course not no one has. "Hop in, we'll head back to town and get some more to drink." Under the influence driving! Man is a great influence.

Faith Lehane has posed:
He was still a better guy than either of her parents combined, so Faith hasn't had a lot of exposure to great influences in life.

She pulled her arms off of the top of the car, snatched the liquor bottle and then walked around the rear of his vehicle before entering into the passenger's seat, she sat the bottle back down between her thighs and looked over at him. "Why not just tie your arm to your hip, like around your waist or something? Why hack the whole damn thing off? I mean... thats pretty hardcore, and kinda sexy in a disgusting and gross sort've way, but still." Faith's head shook side to side. "Now you're just stuck with the one dickbeater." She glanced at him with her big brown eyes and grinned.

"You got any money for booze? Cause I don't." She said then. "And will this car even make it back up the hill or do I gotta get out and push?"

Ash Williams has posed:
Ash laughs, "I like you, Faith, you got a helluva mouth and a body to match. Moxy. We'll settle on moxy." A gear shifts and the car rumbles to life despite the beating it took getting down here, "Desperate times, that Deadite shit gets up in you, you do what you have to do. Hear me? You get it out and you make it regret ever tryin' with you."

"I got a some cash. Watch her go... " About the car as it peels up dirt, grass and starts to weave its way across the hillside until finding a driveway, pulling out of it and dragging a muffler on to the road. "Ehh... almost."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. It's my birthday today, maybe we get a free drink somewhere? Oh thats right, you're only 18."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith grinned along to the moxy bit and then her eyes left him as they mudded their way up the side of the hill. "Rednecks unite." Faith said right before the car plowed up onto the road and checked the muffler. "Yeee-haw." She said in a disinterested and dry tone of her sultry voice.

When he spoke of his birthday though she looked back over at him to her left. "Well shit." She said at him. "Happy birthday!" She reached over and showed him (which is always great to do to someone who's driving) and then shook her head. "Yeah... I don't have a fake ID on me at the moment, lost it in my jacket that got... burned..." She cleared her throat.

Faith looked back over at him. "I didn't get ya anything, but if you play nice, maybe I'll flash you or something." She teased before going to lift the whiskey up for a drink of what was left inside the bottle.

Ash Williams has posed:
The shove causes Ash to steer left then swerve back, a hesitant chuckle escaping him, "Fake ID, right, yeah, mines somewhere around here. Glove compartment... burned?" A curious look and a smile, "You're on, Faith. We'll get some drinks, smoke a little more and see how much of a night life Sunnygrail has."