It's all about impulse ~

Esterina wasn’t sure where she stood with the other girls in terms of education, although she guessed that they’d had a better education, if not for the amount of years they’d had then because of the state of the Spanish education system, “I’m hoping to en-roll next term, but I’m being tutored until then to get my grades up; I missed a lot of school back home”.

Kaylee nodded, flashing Esterina a reassuring smile. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” She said. “I struggled a lot to finish high school, but with some prioritizing, I managed. For a little while, I had to put school before Slaying.” Kaylee shrugged, resting sideways against the kitchen counter. She hadn’t liked putting her slaying second, but it was something she had to do at the time. Hopefully, there hadn’t been too many people dying in her absence. 

Esterina sighed a little, gripping the counter. "I don't think I'll be able to put slaying second, especially not here in Sunnydale", she raised one of her hands and bit down on her nail, it was a nervous habit. "there's just too much to be done..."

Just out for a walk || Esterina

Esterina was verging on bored, she’d had a slow night patrolling, she’d only killed one vampire and she felt that she needed some fun. “Is there anything fun to do in this town?” she asked. She may not know much about this girl but she was pretty good company, even if she was probably a demon of some sort. Esterina hoped that Chloe wasn’t of the slimey variety of demon, she wasn’t good with squishy. 

Chloe turned to look at her with a big grin. “Yeah, there’s this nightclub, The Bronze! It’s just a few streets over.” she answered. Chloe didn’t go there much any more. She used to go all the time when she was human. When they rebuilt Sunnydale, they rebuilt The Bronze. It almost looked like the old one, but obviously there where a few changes to it. Still it felt like the old one, just a fun place to hang out.

“Definitely!” Chloe led the way. Luckily it was only a few minutes walk to The Bronze. Turning onto one of the main streets, it was easy to spot the nightclub. It was a decent sized building, with a lit up sign. A few people were standing around outside, either talking on cell phones or smoking. She could hear the music coming from inside the building as they walked up. Chloe waved her hand in a grand gesture. ”Here we are, The Bronze.”

"I hope we're not under dressed" Esterina said with a small laugh as they approached, gesturing to her simple outfit and dirty black boots. She was eager to get inside but was still cautious, the club was located by a few back alleys that vampires could easily take advantage of, she'd be sure to stay wary once she was inside. 

Esterina wasn't sure where she stood with the other girls in terms of education, although she guessed that they'd had a better education, if not for the amount of years they'd had then because of the state of the Spanish education system, "I'm hoping to en-roll next term, but I'm being tutored until then to get my grades up; I missed a lot of school back home".

Just out for a walk || Esterina

Esterina was baffled by Chloe having lived in Sunnydale all of her life, who would want to live in a place with such a draw for the undead? It was adding weight to Esterina’s theory that this girl was something other than human, “it seems like a nice enough place, y’know, as nice as any place can be”.

Esterina was verging on bored, she’d had a slow night patrolling, she’d only killed one vampire and she felt that she needed some fun. “Is there anything fun to do in this town?” she asked. She may not know much about this girl but she was pretty good company, even if she was probably a demon of some sort. Esterina hoped that Chloe wasn’t of the slimey variety of demon, she wasn’t good with squishy. 

Chloe turned to look at her with a big grin. “Yeah, there’s this nightclub, The Bronze! It’s just a few streets over.” she answered. Chloe didn’t go there much any more. She used to go all the time when she was human. When they rebuilt Sunnydale, they rebuilt The Bronze. It almost looked like the old one, but obviously there where a few changes to it. Still it felt like the old one, just a fun place to hang out.

Oh, right.

Agreed. Of course he’s got that notion that havin’ no soul would be terrible. I liked him better. But no, he insists on sittin’ alone in the dark and walk his path of redemption yadda yadda, whatever.

So, let me get this straight. You liked him when he had no soul? What, was he like a totally different person or something?

Oh, you’ve never heard stories? Haven’t you read about him in your bloody books? Where are your watchers teachin’ you this stuff?

I didn't get much training, I just got thrown in at the deep end. They taught me what I needed to survive and I read the rest.

Oh, right.

You mean Prince Broods-a-lot? No, I can’t say I’m very fond of the git. 

I must say, would it kill the guy to crack a smile every once in a while? He looks like he’s swallowed a wasp in every picture I’ve seen. 

Agreed. Of course he’s got that notion that havin’ no soul would be terrible. I liked him better. But no, he insists on sittin’ alone in the dark and walk his path of redemption yadda yadda, whatever.

So, let me get this straight. You liked him when he had no soul? What, was he like a totally different person or something?

Oh, right.

Tell me about it. I didn’t feel a thing until the sedative wore off. She wrapped my nubs up at least.

So did someone have to sew your hands back on for you? 

Yeah, the hospital wing of Wolfram and Hart did the job.

Wolfram and Hart? Oh, you were with the souled one?

You mean Prince Broods-a-lot? No, I can’t say I’m very fond of the git. 

I must say, would it kill the guy to crack a smile every once in a while? He looks like he's swallowed a wasp in every picture I've seen. 

Oh, right.

Tell me about it. I didn’t feel a thing until the sedative wore off. She wrapped my nubs up at least.

So did someone have to sew your hands back on for you? 

Yeah, the hospital wing of Wolfram and Hart did the job.

Wolfram and Hart? Oh, you were with the souled one?

Oh, right.

Tell me about it. I didn’t feel a thing until the sedative wore off. She wrapped my nubs up at least.

So did someone have to sew your hands back on for you? 

Yeah, the hospital wing of Wolfram and Hart did the job.

Wolfram and Hart? Oh, you were with the souled one?

Just out for a walk || Esterina

Esterina picked at the peeling black nail polish on her left hand’s thumbnail, “Barcelona. I really miss it, but there’s no place for me there anymore” she said cautiously, she didn’t want to give too much about her past away to a stranger, this girl could be anyone and could pass that information on to anyone. Esterina wasn’t sure who here enemies in this town were yet, she didn’t really want to find out yet either.

Esterina was baffled by Chloe having lived in Sunnydale all of her life, who would want to live in a place with such a draw for the undead? It was adding weight to Esterina’s theory that this girl was something other than human, “it seems like a nice enough place, y’know, as nice as any place can be”.

Esterina was verging on bored, she'd had a slow night patrolling, she'd only killed one vampire and she felt that she needed some fun. "Is there anything fun to do in this town?" she asked. She may not know much about this girl but she was pretty good company, even if she was probably a demon of some sort. Esterina hoped that Chloe wasn't of the slimey variety of demon, she wasn't good with squishy. 

Oh, right.

Maybe you will. What with all these slayers about now, the lot of you will probably live long lives. Probably. 

Unless we have a death wish. I’ve seen some that were too stupid to be called Slayers.

Tell me about it. I’ve met my fair share of insane slayers. Met one once who kidnapped me and saw’d off my hands because she thought I was the guy who whacked her out. Luckily, the hands are nicely on again. 

She sawed off your hands? Christ. 

Tell me about it. I didn’t feel a thing until the sedative wore off. She wrapped my nubs up at least.

So did someone have to sew your hands back on for you? 

Oh, right.

Maybe you will. What with all these slayers about now, the lot of you will probably live long lives. Probably. 

Unless we have a death wish. I’ve seen some that were too stupid to be called Slayers.

Tell me about it. I’ve met my fair share of insane slayers. Met one once who kidnapped me and saw’d off my hands because she thought I was the guy who whacked her out. Luckily, the hands are nicely on again. 

She sawed off your hands? Christ. 

Just out for a walk || Esterina

Esterina picked at the peeling black nail polish on her left hand’s thumbnail, “Barcelona. I really miss it, but there’s no place for me there anymore” she said cautiously, she didn’t want to give too much about her past away to a stranger, this girl could be anyone and could pass that information on to anyone. Esterina wasn’t sure who here enemies in this town were yet, she didn’t really want to find out yet either.

Esterina was baffled by Chloe having lived in Sunnydale all of her life, who would want to live in a place with such a draw for the undead? It was adding weight to Esterina's theory that this girl was something other than human, "it seems like a nice enough place, y'know, as nice as any place can be".