deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Dress up)
[Claire (
[profile] girl_ofsecrets ) used with nothing but love]

Though Baileigh realized it was a necessity, she couldn't help but wish that this woman would go just a little bit easier on the merchandise, and she wasn't talking about the dress. Unless the dress was beginning to feel manhandled as well, in which case it had her deepest sympathies and she'd be more than happy to rebel with it.

"This will need to be taken in."

Baileigh winced as the material around her waist was jerked and rearranged and pinned; she resisted, with a rather admirable show of restraint, she thought, the urge to snatch one of those damn pins and stab the lady--what the hell was her name? Cathy?--in the eye with it. Maybe not the eye. Maybe the eye was a little too extreme. Stick her in the thigh with it, that wouldn't feel too good and no one would go blind. "Obviously."

Her grumble didn't go unheard, or the tone unnoticed, but the soft 'tsk' before the question made it pretty obvious that Cathy--or was it Carol?--thought Baileigh was being a wuss. )
deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Shadows looking up)

With this quote in mind take a look back at some of the most memorable scenes in television and movies. Most of them have a piece of music behind them that simply adds to that overall feeling. With this very thought in mind, score your own scene. Find a piece of music, a song, an instrumental piece that would fit your muse. Something that when you hear it you can almost picture the scene in your mind. Find the song & write the scene. Upload the song if possible so that others can listen to the song while reading your prompt. Make an experience for the reader, for yourself, and for your muse.

[ooc: My song is borrowed from the Silent Hill soundtrack, and can be downloaded here]

word count: 498
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Oh dear God)
"You have sinned against the Lord; and be sure your sin will find you out."
                                                    - Numbers 32:23

word count: 620

ooc: the above Slayer story is not mine, but was borrowed from the "Tales of the Slayer" graphic novel.
deep_red_bells: ([Text] Slayer)
Every morning, I put it on // I walk outside, and I am gone
And I don’t seem to mind anymore
I can’t think what it was like before I wore it all the time


It started out as "This is what I do."

I didn't and sometimes still don't want to admit that I'm a killer. Yeah, you can pretty it up and point out what I'm killing, but honey, let's be honest about it. Slayer = Killing machine. And very few people want to cheerfully admit that they're a supernaturally gifted killing machine.

So I tried to keep it separate. I tried to tell people that it was like a job. It wasn't who I was. It wasn't me. It was just business, sort of. I didn't really have a choice, after all. Why should I let it define me?

But it doesn't work like that.

'Slayer' is not what I do. Slayer is what I am. Maybe it always was or maybe I just got so used to it that the line blurred too much to pull the two pieces apart again. It's not a mask I can put on when the sun goes down and take it back off again when I come home. There is no mask or costume or alter ego or secret identity.

It isn't just what I do, and you can call it what you like. Say I'm a hero, say I'm a serial killer, say I'm unnatural, say I'm a menace.

I know what I am. And I'm good with it.

That's all that really matters.

word count: 230

deep_red_bells: ([Text] Falling inside the black)

It's been pretty hard for me not to be a Slayer first and everything else last. Especially now that, well, I have a couple dozen girls sort of looking to me as...whatever. Head Slayer, Lieutenant Commander Baileigh, She Who Gives the Orders, or in a few cases, That Bloody Bossy Little Git yes, Val, I have very good hearing. Whatever you want to call it.

It's not the most fun thing to be. It's a big responsibility: taking them out every night, making sure they all come home in one mostly undamaged piece, but it means losing out on a lot of their friendships. They're kids, most of them, so I shouldn't be all that surprised or let it get to me. You're their bestest best friend in the world so long as you're letting them borrow your lipstick and shoes, or talking about boys or the best shade of eyeshadow for their skin tone or what happened on Grey's Anatomy last night, but snarl at them for doing something stupid in the field and they hate you. And that's fine. They can hate me all they want, so long as they listen and don't do the stupid thing ever again. And once the slaying is done, I'll still let them borrow my lipstick and my shoes, I'll still talk about boys and eyeshadow and Grey's Anatomy. It's their choice whether they want to keep holding a grudge towards me for pushing them to be better and think smarter.

Anyway, my point is, it's hard to be a good leader and a good friend, just like it's hard to be a good Slayer and a good girlfriend (I hate hate hate the word 'girlfriend'). And there's several reasons. For starters, what you do when the sun goes down? Yeah, you can't always give details. Assuming you've even been able to tell said significant other you're a Slayer at all without them trying to have you committed. And if you're keeping it under wraps, wow, that's a whole 'nother layer of complication. Your life is constantly in danger. And yeah, by proxy, so are the lives of those around you. You're a magnet for otherwordly bad things, and that can sometimes make a night out on the town a little difficult. You know, when you have to duck out of the club to go stake a vampire real quick, little annoyances like that. And when it comes right down to it? World saving is always gonna come first. Sorry kids, but it's saving lives first, dinner and a movie second.

Now, all that said? To quote Capitana Summers, there is absolutely no reason you cannot HAVE a life. Just because the world is scheduled to end on Tuesday, doesn't mean you shouldn't have a date for Wednesday night. Prioritize it. Understand that there may be parts of yourself you may not be able to share completely, make sure they understand it too. Make sure they understand the danger and what they're getting themselves into. That's fair. They deserve to know that and they deserve to know where they stand with you. But do not, do not do not do not let yourself push people away from you. That's the worst thing you can do, children. The absolute worse.

Because I don't care what certain people may say: trust, friendship, love, all those things...they are not a liability. They are not a weakness, and disregarding them? Is not a strength.

And now that I've gotten that out of my system, I'm gonna step down from my pretty pink soap box, so...carry on.

Word Count: 600

deep_red_bells: (B&W Joyful)
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."

In general, people don't like optimism. Some do, I guess, but it seems to me that if you put on a happy face and keep on the sunny side of life, you either get the smarmy, tolerant smile, the annoyed huff, or in the worse case scenario, the finger.

There's a saying by a wise wise man that I'm pretty fond of quoting: When life hands you a lemon, say 'Oh, yeah, I like lemons! What else you got?' (There's another one that has to do with lemons, tequila and salt, but we won't go into that one) That's pretty much me. I don't always like the card that life's dealt me. I might complain about it every so often...but at the end of the day, it is what it is, and I may as well find ways to like it. Why? Cause that's how it is. Whining, complaining, bitching and brooding, beating at your chest or doing the Fists of Drama to the sky like Charlton Heston at the end of Planet of the Apes? Darling, that doesn't change a damn thing and in my experience, doesn't make you feel all that much better in the long run.

That's not to say I don't have my moments. Even the cheeriest of people has them, when you're beating your head against the wall or crying or just plain can't get out of bed. Or don't want to. They happen, they come, but unless there's something deeply wrong that requires medication or counseling, they go. Life's not fair, but there's plenty of little things to give you some joy. If you just take the time to find them.

So, yes, I am optimistic. I am cheerful. I find silver linings. I look for the good; in people, situations, everything.

And if you don't like it, precious, the finger goes both ways. Except I'll deliver mine with a nice, big, happy smile.

Baileigh Solis
Buffy the Vampire Slayer OC
Word Count: 320
deep_red_bells: (Sleepy)
I love the Callahans dearly, I do. I mean, obviously. They're like family now, maybe not in the same way Max is, but damn close. But they never seem to understand why I can't stay with them on the road for long, why I eventually start getting whiny and emo and ready to come home. For them, home is each other. Which is great. I never really had siblings--my father's got some kids with his wife, but I've never even met them, just seen a couple pictures--so I guess I can't relate, but it must be nice. It's just now how it is for me. For me, home is home--my house, my bed, my stuff, my hometown. The place I grew up, with Abuelita and the home she made for us. Sometimes it's the only place where I feel like I can breathe.

I'm a total homebody and I have some abandonment issues, I know, because the only person who ever stood by me was my grandmother. My father didn't want me. My mom was more like an older sister: in and out, making promises to stick around and telling me we'd be closer and things would be better, then taking off again. I love Max to death, I do, but he left me too.

I don't want to cling to people. People can leave you the moment they get the notion. So I hang on to what I've got left of Abuelita: put down roots and hold tight to the only things in the world that truly feel like they're mine.

Muse: Baileigh Solis
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 262
deep_red_bells: (Slayer)

Both, I guess. That's most people; you got days where you're on the prowl, and you've got days where you're on the run. And if you're really lucky? You've got more days where you're just...kind of there. Hanging out, just being all like, 'hey, how's it going? Is that grain dip fresh or what?' (/vague movie reference) Wonderfully ordinary, boring days.

Yeah, that's so not my life.

Being a slayer seems to draw a lot of bad things my way. I guess it's not as bad as it used to be...before there were a lot of us, I mean. When it was just the one slayer, everybody wanted a piece. I guess it was bragging rights for a big bad, taking down the slayer.

Now, through some sort complicated circumstances that not even I completely understand, there's more of us. Lots of us. Not as much pressure on The One (heh, hello Neo) so killing the nasties is as usual. Advantage: good guys. At least for right now.

Funny thing is, when I first started training, I hated hunting. As much as he bitches, Max Carter has the patience of a saint. I was a total brat back in the beginning, I know I was. I just couldn't accept that it was my destiny to become a killer. Look, I don't care what you say: yes, they aren't human, but they used to be. They might not really live, but they exist, and when I put a stake in them, it puts an end to that existance. It's a kind of murder...justified, okay, yes. Whatever's human in them is gone and they exist to feed and kill. 

It still felt wrong.

And then...somewhere along the way...



Somewhere along the way, I started to like it. Being the hunter, getting the kill.

It's know, whenever I'd lose a kill--when they'd get away or Carter or someone would steal the killing low from me--I'd get angry, and really, really horny.'s like this bloodlust is getting harder and harder to burn off.

It...kinda scares me.

Actually, all bullshitting and joking aside? 

It really, really scares me.


Muse:Baileigh Solis
Fandom:BtVS (OC)
Word Count:365


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Baileigh Solis

December 2010



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