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[22 Dec 2005|06:39pm] |
-Non-Journal Entry-
She had gotten an email. An email instead of a nice courteous phone call, as if Buffy couldn't be bothered to tell her sister that something was up. Or maybe she just didn't want to get 20 questions from the younger girl about her own whereabouts. In any case, Dawn had flicked on the computer and sat down only to discover that she had no place to go anymore. She couldn't go home.
Dawnie -
Hey. I gotta keep this short. Something's happened and it's not safe here. Don't come back. Stay where you are. It might have to be for a while. I'll send money for you to get a place to stay once I get settled. Don't worry about me. I'll call you when I can.
Buffy
Dawn sat back and looked at the screen for a moment. She was gone? Her stuff was gone? What the hell? The phone to Buffy's place in Italy was disconnected. No forwarding number. Nothin. Damn. Well what the shit was she supposed to do then? In all actuality it took her sitting through two episodes of Celebrity Poker Showdown (Michael Vartan, you dirty minx) and two rather large BLT's before she finally came to a decision about her future. She could get up and pack it up and try to find her sister, or she could stay.
Stay.
She supposed she needed two things then. A place to live, and a job. She wasn't going to live off her sisters money because her sister didn't have any. She could find a job right? Too bad she'd probably be arrested if she ever stepped in that diner again. Finally getting off her bum, Dawn decided that the rest of the day was going to be spent looking for a job and a place to live. She wasn't going to spend the rest of her time at a motel, that was for sure.
Dawn went to several places, getting applications and talking to folks where she could, but nothing really stood out as something she wanted to do. She thought she might have to suck it up and bear it, when she finally found a newspaper and opened it up. The Beacon. What a quaint little name. Maybe she'd find something in here. She was about to give up when she spotted a small little ad. One for the Witching Hour.
Hmm.
It was in Vegas huh? She could commute. That would be no big deal. And if she had to, she'd find a place to live there. But she kind of liked this little place to live. At least for a couple of months. After all, there was something that caught her eye in that ad, something she couldn't help but grin and smirk at. They were hiring dancers in the club part. Dawn laughed a little and folded the newspaper, her decision made. She hopped in her car and headed off towards Vegas.
She had a job to get.
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