8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
“So?” Buffy stopped, shot Faith a quick glare, “dieing does in no way negate the fact that I saved the world,” there was pause before she emphasized, “twice!”
“B,” the brunette stopped with her and quirked a brow, “those were so null’n’voided when you died.”
“Whatever,” Buffy turned and started back down the path toward the street, “I’ll just have to save the world again and maybe I’ll let you help,” a shrug lifted her jacket-covered shoulder and she offered, “’cause I’m nice like that.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I wanna die.” Faith lengthened her stride so that she was leading Buffy onto the street outside of the cemetery and continued with, “’sides I have my own badass villains to worry about.”
A slow nod accompanied Buffy’s statement of, “Yes, the Mayor of Sunnydale is the epitome of badassery.”
“No,” Faith contradicted, “that would be us.”
“We’re the epitome of badassery?” Buffy’s head cocked as she considered the thought before a slow smile spread her lips. “I kinda love that.”
“You, should. You came up with it,” with a snort and a quick glance from side to side, Faith crossed the deserted street, “I still can’t believe my big bad is the mayor.” She stepped up, onto the sidewalk and Buffy followed her as Faith groused, “You get kick ass villains to face off against and I get—”
“A big bad that has the entire city backing them.”
Buffy’s interruption stopped Faith mid-complaint and she inclined her head. “Huh,” brown eyes narrowed and she glanced to Buffy before raising her brows, “At least we’ve proved that politicians are, for a fact, evil.”
“Some,” she agreed with a quick nod, “Of course we could just shoot him. I mean he is human,” a line appeared between her brows, “Isn’t he?”
Faith shrugged and started moving again, leading them further from the cemetery and towards the more people friendly areas of Sunnydale before asking, “What’s with you and the guns?”
“I told you about the Colt,” Buffy caught Faith’s sharp nod and continued with, “Well what I didn’t tell you was that rock salt in gun shell casings and nasty spirits are unmixy things.”
Faith’s head pivoted toward her, “No way.”
“Yes, way,” Buffy nodded and they turned down Hillside Road, “I saw it on YouTube.” She let that sink in a moment before explaining, “There were all these how to videos on ghost hunting by the Ghost-Chasers,” she paused, frowned, “or was it Ghost-Facers?” Off Faith’s raised brows she rolled her eyes and refocused, “Whatever, that’s beside the point. Shotgun shells filled with rock salt work like a charm and, apparently, the Winchesters suck ass.”
“The who?”
Buffy shrugged. “Beats me, but the guys doing the videos seemed to have an abnormal amount of hate for them.”
They passed beneath a canopy of trees and Buffy tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket as a lull formed in their conversation and as she turned her head to ask Faith a vapid question to restart the flow of conversation Faith beat her to the punch and stated, “I still say a Slayer using guns is just weird.”
Reading behind that waspish statement, Buffy offered, “Want me to teach you?”
“God, yes,” Faith grinned
It’s a lot of dialogue to read through, but it’s the scene I had the most fun writing in the Miles to Go series because I loved building a relationship between Faith and Buffy from scratch. Especially when Buffy is most definitely the more mental wounded of the pair and Faith is allowed to step up and be pretty fantastic friend to her. I also got to write Faith and, if the third story is ever completed, she’d get equal screentime in it. Plus this scene had a Ghost-Facers mention. :D
Side note: I almost used a Cordelia scene from this series, apparently I like the dialogue in it, because she’s character that I didn’t realize I liked writing until this series. She brings such a levity to a given situation.
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“So?” Buffy stopped, shot Faith a quick glare, “dieing does in no way negate the fact that I saved the world,” there was pause before she emphasized, “twice!”
“B,” the brunette stopped with her and quirked a brow, “those were so null’n’voided when you died.”
“Whatever,” Buffy turned and started back down the path toward the street, “I’ll just have to save the world again and maybe I’ll let you help,” a shrug lifted her jacket-covered shoulder and she offered, “’cause I’m nice like that.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I wanna die.” Faith lengthened her stride so that she was leading Buffy onto the street outside of the cemetery and continued with, “’sides I have my own badass villains to worry about.”
A slow nod accompanied Buffy’s statement of, “Yes, the Mayor of Sunnydale is the epitome of badassery.”
“No,” Faith contradicted, “that would be us.”
“We’re the epitome of badassery?” Buffy’s head cocked as she considered the thought before a slow smile spread her lips. “I kinda love that.”
“You, should. You came up with it,” with a snort and a quick glance from side to side, Faith crossed the deserted street, “I still can’t believe my big bad is the mayor.” She stepped up, onto the sidewalk and Buffy followed her as Faith groused, “You get kick ass villains to face off against and I get—”
“A big bad that has the entire city backing them.”
Buffy’s interruption stopped Faith mid-complaint and she inclined her head. “Huh,” brown eyes narrowed and she glanced to Buffy before raising her brows, “At least we’ve proved that politicians are, for a fact, evil.”
“Some,” she agreed with a quick nod, “Of course we could just shoot him. I mean he is human,” a line appeared between her brows, “Isn’t he?”
Faith shrugged and started moving again, leading them further from the cemetery and towards the more people friendly areas of Sunnydale before asking, “What’s with you and the guns?”
“I told you about the Colt,” Buffy caught Faith’s sharp nod and continued with, “Well what I didn’t tell you was that rock salt in gun shell casings and nasty spirits are unmixy things.”
Faith’s head pivoted toward her, “No way.”
“Yes, way,” Buffy nodded and they turned down Hillside Road, “I saw it on YouTube.” She let that sink in a moment before explaining, “There were all these how to videos on ghost hunting by the Ghost-Chasers,” she paused, frowned, “or was it Ghost-Facers?” Off Faith’s raised brows she rolled her eyes and refocused, “Whatever, that’s beside the point. Shotgun shells filled with rock salt work like a charm and, apparently, the Winchesters suck ass.”
“The who?”
Buffy shrugged. “Beats me, but the guys doing the videos seemed to have an abnormal amount of hate for them.”
They passed beneath a canopy of trees and Buffy tucked her hands into the pockets of her jacket as a lull formed in their conversation and as she turned her head to ask Faith a vapid question to restart the flow of conversation Faith beat her to the punch and stated, “I still say a Slayer using guns is just weird.”
Reading behind that waspish statement, Buffy offered, “Want me to teach you?”
“God, yes,” Faith grinned
It’s a lot of dialogue to read through, but it’s the scene I had the most fun writing in the Miles to Go series because I loved building a relationship between Faith and Buffy from scratch. Especially when Buffy is most definitely the more mental wounded of the pair and Faith is allowed to step up and be pretty fantastic friend to her. I also got to write Faith and, if the third story is ever completed, she’d get equal screentime in it. Plus this scene had a Ghost-Facers mention. :D
Side note: I almost used a Cordelia scene from this series, apparently I like the dialogue in it, because she’s character that I didn’t realize I liked writing until this series. She brings such a levity to a given situation.