Where there's smoke...

thekeyisme @ 2007-06-13T15:38:00

2007-06-13T22:54:56Z

who: Dawn,
when: Oct. 15th, 3am
where: Hideout
invited: Xander or Giles or Buffy ( Xander preferred)

Dawn slipped in to the quiet, silent house, carrying the large bag of supplies on her back. She went in to the kitchen, and turned the light on. She then put things away. It was getting harder to get supplies. Soon she may have to get more creative with how she got supplies.

Her mind kept slipping back to the site of Xander with Anya, looking so close. Dawn fought back the tears that tinged her cheek. She wanted him to be happy, even though it hurt her so much. She, in all her selfishness, only wanted to make sure Xander was happy. She would talk to him when he came home, and tell him she only want him to be happy.

“but what about me? What about what I want, don't I deserve to be happy?”

Her mind screamed at her, and she wondered about that as well. Did she deserve to be happy, and loved.? She was after the Liar in the group. she pretended to be good, and Buffy’s perfect little sister, but that was all lies. All of it. she was not good, she was made from Faith’s dark blood.

She sunk into the sofa in the living room and thought of the discoveries she had discovered in the past month, about herself and what she could do. She was not Buffy’s sister, not by blood anyways. She was Faith’s. The Darker slayer was her sister, but she felt no loyalties to the dark slayer. She looked at Buffy, and she only wanted to protect her from all this truth. In her mind, Buffy was her sister, even though ti was just another half assed lie. But Buffy has always been there.She loves you. she loves you. Dawn could hear her voice inher head say again and again.

She needed to fight the urges to fight, yell and throw a fit. She needed to stay calm and resist her darker side. She needed to tell someone the truth, someone. She knew Giles would tell Buffy, after all Giles loved Buffy more then anyone else.

Xander would be home soon, and she needed to once and for all be honest with him, and with herself. Let the cards fall as they may, as they say. God how she loved that man, and how this would break her heart into pieces.

How was he going to take all of this? He was going to hate her.

shadowlands dawn meme

2007-04-24T23:40:55Z

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: Dawn Catherine Summers
Birth date: actual date: Fall of 2000, celebrated date: September 25, 1984
Birth place: unknown
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: dark brown
Right or Lefty: righty

Nicknames: Dawnie, little bit, baby D, Dawn patrol,
Zodiac Sign:
LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: half faith/ half magic
What Shoes Did You Wear Today: black two inch heeled knee length boots
Your fears: loosing Xander, spiders,
Your perfect pizza: super thick crust with everything on it, extra cheese, and no floating
Goal you'd like to achieve: get out of Sunnydale
LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW
Your Weakness: Xander, lip gloss, black boots, and knives

Your Most Missed Memory: if it's missed how would I know?

Your most overused phrase: shit
Your thoughts first waking up: mm not again
Your best physical feature: eyes, ass
Your bedtime: 7 am
LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK
McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds
Pepsi or Coke: whatever
Single or group dates: whatever
Scoters or Nike: neither
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton
Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: coffee
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Smoke: No
Sing: Yes
Take a shower: yeah
Have a crush?: yup on Xander
Think you've been in love: Yes with Xander
Like(d) high school: in some ways
Want to get married: sometimes

Get motion sickness: no
Think you're a health freak: hell no
Get along with your parents: dead and no
Like thunderstorms: LOVE
Play an instrument: no
LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: yes
Been asked out on a date: nope
Gone to the mall: yes
Eaten Sushi: nope
Been on stage: no
Been dumped: not yet
Gone skating: nope
Gone skinny dipping: only in the shower ;) LOL
Dyed your hair: nope
Stolen anything: every single freaking day

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
eaten a box of Oreos: yes with Xander
Ever been Drunk: Yes
Ever been called a Tease: nope
Ever Shoplifted: yuppers
How do you want to Die: fighting

Played a game that required removal of clothing: nope
Gotten beaten up: Yes, many times
Changed who you were to fit in: nope
LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER
Age you hope to be married: 25
Describe your dream wedding: unknown

What do you want to be when you grow up: alive
What country would you most like to visit: Italy
LAYER NINE:FAVORITE IN A GAL/GUY
Best eye color?: brown
Best hair color?: brown or black
Short or long hair: shorter on guys,
Height: tall guys,
Best first date location: movies or mall
Articles of clothing?: jeans and T shirt...
Best kiss location: mm none of your concern wink

Turn-ons: Xander in toolset, Xander with a knife, Xander naked, Xander with a tool belt, knife and naked, Just Xander

Turn offs: force fields, over protective big sisters, liars
LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people I can trust completely: 2: Xander and Spike
Number of CD's I own: 10
Number of piercings2 only in ears, damn Buffy won’t let me get my belly button pierced
Number of tattoos: no yet I want to get one, but again Buffy says no
Number of times been on T.V.: 0
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: 0
Number of things in my past that I regret: none... why regret? if you regret then you regret who you are

rp sample shadowland

2007-04-12T01:45:31Z

Who: Dawn Summers
Where: her closet of a bedroom in Hideout
When: September 10th roughly 11 amInvited: Dawn, Buffy etc
Rating: TBA
Title: Sisterly “discussions”

Dawn had finished the breakfast dishes and had gone up the stairs to catch a, hopefully hot shower before taking a much needed nap. She crossed from the bathroom to the bedroom that was hers. It was a boring dull cream color, and was roughly the size of a walk-in closet. There was a twin bed shoved against the far wall, which had a few blankets they had found in the attic on it. her clothes, what she had been able to bring were it the toy chest of a dresser left of the bed. Dawn missed her old room back in the house. She wanted her own blankets, and she hated to admit it, she wanted her stuffed green frog, Google toggle.

She wrapped her hair in a thin threadbare dusky blue towel as she got dressed. She pulled on a pair of loose yoga pants that had been Willow’s along with one of Xander’s old Sunnydale high T shirts that she had altered to fit her better. She then braided her dark brown curls in along plait down her back.

As she did this, she thought about the kiss and then made a mental list of things that the house needed.

Dawn just laid down when she heard her sister knocking.

“Yea? Sure. What ya need Buffy?” Dawn said, yawning slightly. She was tired and hoped whatever her sister wanted didn’t take too long. She had a date with Xander in her dreams and she wanted to get to it.

She sat up in the bed and looked at her sister who noticeably had something on her mind and was obviously upset about something. She checked mentally to see if her sister was looking alright. She was paler then normal and she also was looking significantly more tired then normal., but in this house, who wasn’t exhausted more often then not.

BUFFY:

After entering the bedroom, Buffy considered her sister for a moment, thinking absently about how difficult it was to seem authoritative to a girl now taller than herself. She felt a strange mix of emotions, anger at what she had witnessed between Dawn and Xander, the normal worry she always experienced in matters concerning her sister, and a tinge of guilt at not being a more attentive parent figure.

Noticing the yawn and Dawn’s position in the bed, Buffy frowned, "You’re in bed again? Didn’t you sleep well?" She fired off the questions quickly, clearly concerned. She came over to perch beside Dawn on the mattress, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. Patience. Understanding. She could do this.

"Dawn, we need to talk," Buffy announced with a little decisive nod of her head. "I saw you and Xander... together this morning."

() DAWN

Dawn looked at her sister and spoke. “Well you know I have a hard time sleeping. I thought I would take a little cat nap before doing house stuff..”

Dawn paused when she heard her sister say that she had saw her and Xander downstairs, together. She knew instantly what her sister had saw from the tone of her voice, but decided to play dumb.

“ You mean making breakfast? Yeah I thought it could be considered a nice thing to make pancakes for everyone. Did he not leave you any?” Dawn said the picture of innocence and blank expression painted her youthful face.

“ I reminded him to make sure he saved everyone pancakes, but you know Xander, always thinking with his belly.” Dawn replied.

BUFFY:

Buffy's mental vow to be the portrait of patience disappeared instantly. Did Dawn honestly think she was that oblivious? She felt a sudden surge of sympathy for her mother, who had had to contend with similar feigned looks of innocence from Buffy during her teenage years. Wherever she was, Buffy hoped her mother was enjoying seeing the karmic payback that Dawn embodied.

"No Dawn, we both know that I do not mean making breakfast," Buffy replied with a touch of asperity, turning so she faced her sister fully. Dawn's face was convincing, but it only served to irritate Buffy further. "I mean you... Xander... lips... does any of this ring a bell? I mean, it was all of twenty minutes ago." There it was, the note of sarcasm. No matter how much Buffy strove to be a mother to Dawn, she always seemed to end up falling back into the role of short-tempered older sister.

DAWN:
Dawn arched one dark eye brow in perfect mockery of Buffy’s own eyebrow arch she had seen.

“oh you mean that. So I kissed Xander. Your point? I mean I do believe I have the right to kiss boys now. I am nearly 18.”, Dawn replied sassily .

Dawn looked at her sister for moment as she thought to herself. Of course she’s concerned. He’s the only guy around here who isn’t kissing her ass all the time.

“oh wait. I remember.. Only one of the Summers girls are allow to kiss boys.. And oh.. I forgot they have to be dead, soulless or yeah nuts.”

Dawn stood up and started pacing, well two steps back and forth,.

“I like Xander and if I’m not mistaken he may just like me for more the just your little sister or Watcher junior. He respects my thoughts, and what my options are, unlike you. He is the only one in this damn place who treats like I have any other role other then being your fucking little sister. He’s hot, funny, smart, and oh yeah let’s not forget BREATHING! Jealous sis?”

Dawn stood there, hands on her hips, just waiting for Buffy to lose it after being sworn at and having her sister tell her off.

BUFFY:

Dawn's outburst threw Buffy completely and she stared at her sister from across the room, watching her pace angrily. She flinched as Dawn commented upon Buffy's own love life, honestly uncomfortable with the current ratio of her undead to human lovers. It angered her that Dawn should use her rather sorry romantic past now for fodder just to make a point. And the taunt about Xander at least breathing nearly made Buffy lose it completely.

"It's not the kissing it's the person you chose to kiss," Buffy answered stiffly, over-enunciating each word crisply and crossing her arms over her chest. Hurt mingled with anger within her, leaving her uncertain of how to proceed. She managed to hang onto her temper, barely, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she forced herself not to launch into a tirade. "Xander's older than you... and living here... and I really don't think he's over the Anya fiasco yet."

There, that seemed quite reasonable to Buffy. She should have quit while she was ahead, knew that that was what her mother would have done, but instead she added in a cold voice, "And if any of us struggle to remember your real age, tantrums like this one don't exactly help, Dawn."

Dawn:

Dawn looked at Buffy, and her eyes went large in shock.

“Buffy, I may you r younger sister, but I am not the one throwing a tantrum. I am simply stating the obvious.“ Dawn replied , fighting to keep her voice calm and rational even though she felt like decking her sister for butting her nose into this business.

“I will be eighteen in matter of days and I can kiss whoever I wish to. You were fifteen you met Angel, sixteen when you lost your virginity to him” Dawn said, quietly, trying to make Buffy understand.

“I’m nearly eighteen, and that kiss downstairs earlier was my first real honest to God kiss with a man who I have very real feelings. I’m not you , Buffy, I won’t lose my head and rush into things with out a thought”. Dawn said, as her eyes shone brightly with unshed tears.

“Can’t you just let me have this time to enjoy being young, and in love for the first time. Please?” Dawn said softly, as she sat on the bed.

“As for being in love with Xander, Buffy, I have been for as long as I can remember. I know it’s not easy, but I do love him,” Dawn said with the serious expression that reminded Buffy of her mother.

Buffy:

"Stop it!" Buffy exploded at last, hating, hating hearing her past used as a tool in an argument with Dawn. "Why do you need to throw that at me? Do you know what it's like-- hearing you talk that way about Angel-" Her mouth abruptly clamped shut, and Buffy willed herself calm again, trying to remember that this was Dawn, her sister, and she couldn't afford to lose her temper. Dawn's tears had little effect on Buffy, she studiously refused to look at her sister's face.

The moment Dawn sat on the bed, Buffy lurched off of it, needing to put physical distance between herself and her sister. She wished more than anything in the world she could simply scream at Dawn and go slam her bedroom door shut, counting on Mom to smooth things over. But that wouldn't ever happen, Buffy needed to accept this and step up to plate.

Her back was to Dawn, her hands sliding into the front pockets of her jeans. "Is that what you really think, Dawn? That I enjoy this pathetic life you are forced to lead? Hiding from Willow, not even able to go home? That I don't what you to be happy?" There was anger still in Buffy's voice, in the stiff way she held herself.

She sighed abruptly, tired and trying to summon up the will to let her fury go. "You're not going to cast me as some wicked witch, standing between you and true love just because I'm not thrilled at you pursuing my best friend. My older, recently engaged best friend." Buffy said firmly, still not trusting herself to look at Dawn.

Dawn:
Dawn stood up and got within inches of Buffy’s face, her temper raring.

“Buffy, first off I never cast you in to the role of wicked witch, Willow has that spot. Secondly, I wasn’t; throwing it into your face, I was making a fucking point.”
Dawn looked right at her older sister point blank in the eye.

“and let’s just talk about older, shall we, um? How much older is Angel to you , something like 200 plus years. Give or take a decade of course. Then the fact oh yeah he tried to kill you. And what about Reilly? He was what I’m not sure..5 years older then you? Please, do not even try to play the ‘he’s too old for you’ card. I’m so not buying that line of crap from you sister dear. Dawn said, pausing for a moment, catching her breath.

“And how fucking dare you tell me how I am to live when you can’t get your own fucking life straight. You haven’t been happy in so damn long you have no idea what it’s like to be me” Dawn’s voice was low and hard edged, clearly pissed off.

“Do you expect me to just sit in my room and play with dolls, while you go out and fight demons. While you plot to destroy someone who once was your best friend. Do you even have a heart Buffy?” Dawn spoke stepping closer to Buffy til they almost touching. “Ever since you came back from the grave you have been the coldest, meanest unfeeling bitch I have ever faced. You are even more ruthless then Faith. And I thought she was a bitch. I think she has more emotion then you do.the only thing you care about is your fucking mission!:”

Dawn stepped away picking up a vase from the dresser and throwing it against the wall, watching it shatter into a thousand pieces. Tears slid unbidden, unwanted down her brightly flushed cheek hitting the floor in tiny plops. Dawn stood there for what seemed like hours watching the water from the vase puddle at her feet, reminding her of the tears she had cried in the past months.

“Have you even mourn for Tara? I have, Xander has, but you all you ever talk about is getting Willow and ‘demons and vampires’, never mind the fact that the one you currently are screwing on a nightly basics at one pointed wanted you dead” Dawn said.

“You’re not my mother, Buffy. She’s dead. And If I want to kiss Xander, I will and there is not a single, God-damn fucking thing you or anyone else can do about it. Now get your blonde, bitchy slayer ass out of my bedroom before I do something I won’t regret. personally.” Dawn said

rp sample shadowland

2007-04-12T01:38:48Z

Who: Dawn Summers
Where: backdoor of Hideout
When: September 10th Early morning hours( 5 am)Invited: Xander, Fred, and Dawn
Rating: unknown
Title: Sneaking in

Dawn had been running the past five blocks, wanting to make it home before Buffy did. She carefully slipped off her shoes, and slowly tiptoed in. She then went into the kitchen and tucked the food items into the cupboard. No one ever asked how food was always there, and no one ever tried to take the credit, so she knew that was safe. She then slipped quietly into the study area, and put the volumes that she had traded Clem for on to a lower bookcase, so Giles would see them in the morning.

Good job Dawnie.. You made it back, you go the food, a few of the books and you’re not dead.” She said to herself, out loud, as she turned to go into the living room.

shadowlands rp sample Dawn summers

2007-04-12T01:37:39Z

Where: Sunnydale streets
When: September 10th
Who: Dawn Summers (whoever)
What: Smuggling and dealing
Rating: TBD

Dawn slipped down the backstairs of the hideout, trying not to let her sister hear her as she stuck out. She had dressed in a pair of faded cargo jeans, two t-shirts layered over each other and Buffy’s old leather jacket. Her dark curls were caught up in low, twisted bun, tucked under an old Superman baseball cap of Xander’s. On her feet were a pair of black boots that Faith, the rouge slayer had left in the old house. On an impulse she had slipped the cross that had been in her sister’s top drawer on her neck as protection. She knew what she was doing dangerous, and if Giles or Buffy found out, she was so gonna get grounded for like forever. Dawn picked up the backpack from the back porch area and ran from shadow to shadow.

Finally she had gotten to the spot, now all she could do is wait. While she wasted the precious darkness, she remember the way it was back then. Before this Nightmarish hell began. Back then, Willow and Tara, in love, Buffy was finally getting get back together. And for once, she had finally felt safe. Then Tara was killed, and well, she learned a girl had to make her own safety happen. She had learned the hard way that mothers die, no one is trusted, and best friends can become your worse enemy in a instant. She had learned those lessons, fast and hard. Dawn was no longer the child she had been a mere six months prior.

Back then she had been overly emotional, crying, feeling left out and unloved. Now, even as argued with Buffy, studied under Giles’s watchful eyes, and worked with Xander to find a way to save Willow, she never forgot what she learned on that day when the world ended for her. She had learned to depend on her, do whatever it takes to make it. And she knew, somehow, she and those she loved would make it, even if it meant lying to them every night.

Now, she was standing there, as a gentle rain fell, waiting in the dark like a criminal. She stood just inside the old abandoned doorway of the Magic Box, waiting for her demon contact. And there he was, Clem, her old friend, but now he was a just another buyer of goods that only the younger Summer girl could get him.

“Hey”, Dawn said in a nonchalance voice.

“You got the stuff?” the overly wrinkled demon said.

“Yeah you got what I asked for?” Dawn replied

“yeah, here it is.” He handed her backpack. Dawn unzipped and checked and smile when she saw what was needed .

“Here ya go.” Dawn handed over a plastic bag from
her backpack. "don't waste it."

As Dawn walked away she smiled, thinking of how much Giles would love the fact that amazingly enough, he had gotten three of his old magical books from the Magic box that could have sworn he had lost. Not bad for a small box of nacho cheese bugles, a bag of mixed nuts, and three hot pink Hostess Snowballs.

Now she had other things she need to do. There was a garden over on fifth and main that should have some vegetables and she knew over on Harper Ave there was a demon selling dry goods for cheap. She had much to do before the sunrise, and she simply hoped that her luck would hold out a little longer.

Dawn was on her way to Evadale Neighborhood, one of the few places that still had growing gardens and such. She also had the notion briefly about going back to her one-time home to get a few more abandoned things, but chose not to. She had her backpack over her back, and trash bag in her pocket. She was hopeful that she could find some fruit or veggies or herbs that could help feed the troops over the next few days. Dried pasta was tolerable but it was getting old.

She heard a voice and she jumped, stake in hand.

“Angel? Wh-What are you doing in Sunny hell?” Dawn’s voice was broken slightly by shock and fear.

Sisterly “discussions”

2007-04-04T21:26:31Z

Who: Dawn Summers
Where: her closet of a bedroom in Hideout
When: September 10th roughly 11 amInvited: Dawn, Buffy etc
Rating: TBA
Title: Sisterly “discussions”

As she did this, she thought about the kiss and then made a mental list of things that the house needed.

Sisterly “discussions”

2007-04-04T21:23:21Z

Who: Dawn Summers
Where: her closet of a bedroom in Hideout
When: September 10th roughly 11 amInvited: Dawn, Buffy etc
Rating: TBA
Title: Sisterly “discussions”

As she did this, she thought about the kiss and then made a mental list of things that the house needed.

repsample 1

2007-03-22T23:36:59Z

Character Info
> Name: Dawn Catherine Summers
> Personality (just a few lines is fine, although we
> love detail):
>
> Dawn, though she is human now, not so long before
> this was nothing more then a great big ball of
> restless energy, a key in which opened certain
> dimensional doorways to unknown worlds. She is
> smart, sometimes too smart for her own good. She
> also has other small problems such as being a thief.
> She currently is 17,and works as a smuggler unknown
> to her older sister’s knowledge. Xander knows, and
> even as he disapproves, he understands. Dawn, being
> more then human, has a way of dealing with the
> demons in Sunnydale. She is pretty, with dark hair,
> blue eyes, and clear pale skin. She has an
> interesting sense of humor and a thing for Xander
> and for Angel. The older men, however in her mind,
> see her as the cute younger sister they need to
> protect.
>
> Which side is he or she on?:
>
> Buffy’s, but only because it’s her sister. She
> understands why Willow flipped out, and is in
> agreement with Xander that Willow maybe able to be
> saved, somehow.
>
> RP Sample: (This can be short. We just want to make
> sure you have a feel for the character. Two
> paragraphs is fine._ well I gave more then that.
>
>
> Dawn slipped down the backstairs of the hideout,
> trying not to let her sister hear her as she stuck
> out. She had dressed in a pair of faded cargo jeans,
> two t-shirts layered over each other and Buffy’s old
> leather jacket. Her dark curls were caught up in
> low, twisted bun, tucked under an old Superman
> baseball cap of Xander’s. On her feet were a pair of
> black boots that Faith, the rouge slayer had left in
> the old house. On an impulse she had slipped the
> cross that had been in her sister’s top drawer on
> her neck as protection. She knew what she was doing
> dangerous, and if Giles or Buffy found out, she was
> so gonna get grounded for like forever. Dawn picked
> up the backpack from the back porch area and ran
> from shadow to shadow.
>
> Finally she had gotten to the spot, now all she
> could do is wait. While she wasted the precious
> darkness, she remember the way it was back then.
> Before this Nightmarish hell began. Back then,
> Willow and Tara, in love, Buffy was finally getting
> get back together. And for once, she had finally
> felt safe. Then Tara was killed, and well, she
> learned a girl had to make her own safety happen.
> She had learned the hard way that mothers die, no
> one is trusted, and best friends can become your
> worse enemy in a instant. She had learned those
> lessons, fast and hard. Dawn was no longer the child
> she had been a mere six months prior.
>
> Back then she had been overly emotional, crying,
> feeling left out and unloved. Now, even as argued
> with Buffy, studied under Giles’s watchful eyes, and
> worked with Xander to find a way to save Willow, she
> never forgot what she learned on that day when the
> world ended for her. She had learned to depend on
> her, do whatever it takes to make it. And she knew,
> somehow, she and those she loved would make it, even
> if it meant lying to them every night.
>
> Now, she was standing there, as a gentle rain fell,
> waiting in the dark like a criminal. She stood just
> inside the old abandoned doorway of the Magic Box,
> waiting for her demon contact. And there he was,
> Clem, her old friend but now he was a buyer of goods
> that only the younger Summer girl could get him.
>
> “Hey”, Dawn said in a nonchalance voice.
>
> “You got the stuff?” the overly wrinkled demon said.
>
>
> “Yeah you got what I asked for?” Dawn replied
>
> “yeah, here it is.” He handed her backpack. Dawn
> unzipped and checked and smile when she saw what was
> needed .
>
> “Here ya go.” Dawn handed over a plastic bag from
> her backpack. "don't waste it."
>
> As Dawn walked away she smiled, thinking of how much
> Giles would love the fact that amazingly enough, he
> had gotten three of his old magicak books from the
> Magic box that could have sworn he had lost. Not bad
> for a small box of nacho cheese bugles, a bag of
> mixed nuts, and three hot pink Hostess Snowballs.
>
>
> To Win, you must first lose,
> to Triumph, you must first know defeat
> for life is a balance, one goes with the other
> and without experincing hate,
> you will never appreciate love.
>
>
>
>