Is this where Dreams come true?

Faith got off the local bus route, a bag slung over her shoulder as she looked around trhough her fringe. She hadn't had a proper hair cut in god knows how long and her fringe was beginning to get on her nerves although her last lover thought it was cute how she looked up through her hair. She stopped on the pavement and sighed, her shoulders slumping. Where did she go now? She guessed she should find a room to rent somewhere although she had zero-to-none money and money was a thing you needed. She had a few notes in her pocket but not alot. Maybe she could find a job?
America...a place where things came true. Well, it was alot bigger than England, where she had come from.
I think you should find a job first...hey look over there, Faith moved her head over to where there was a PEOPLE WANTED sign. Faith shrugged slightly and began walking. She really didn't care as long as she had money, food, somewhere to stay and saftey. Then again...when as she ever safe?

Nightkill had exited the hospital, and was still swearing. His injuries still hurt, the match with Wolf, and then Spartan almost right after had strained him, although he was mostly healed by now, he decided to walk around Tampa until he had the energy to fly. He wouldn't destroy it right now, wasn't a good time to call attention to himself.

(If you don't want a villain in this or anything, I'll leave this one and you can ignore my post.)

(( It's okay Faith isn't good or bad, she's just searching for a reason for living ))

Faith sighed as she walked into the little cafe that was advertising for jobs. She got it easily. The boos was an old fat greasy man who looked at her with piggy beady eyes which wanted to devour her up like a tasty bacon sandwhich. She made a note to stay away from him. She soon ended up talking to other waitresses and found out there was a motel she could crash in that was cheap a little way away.

Percival was sitting on a stool in the cafe drinking a cup of coffee. He noticed the girl walk in and approached her. "I can offer you a job, it pays well, but there may be some requirements" he said with a smile.

Faith narrowed her eyes as she picked up a few glasses and put them on a tray.
"I don't do drugs, sorry, and I'm not into prostitution either," she said bluntly. She could easily kill any human that even tried.

Nightkill noticed two people talking and drinking coffee. He groaned and walked in, and got a cup. "Hello." he said.

"Oh miss, no such thing as that, requirements as in, skills." Perry said with a smile, this showed his white teeth, as he smiled his eyes squinted a bit. "And I can assure you it will pay much more adequately than this establishment" Perry said as his smile slowly faded.

Faith's eyes narrowed slowly as she looked at the man for the first time properly. It looked as if he was telling the truth but then again what did she know? She had lived in London which was just as bad as any American suburb but could she really aford to let loose her powers here? They had been playing up lately as well; stupid visions and voices keeping her up all night. Scar and Faith where extremly annoyed.
Be carefull Scarley...It's America, anything can happen here.
Scar scoffed, like she needed telling from her Angel host.
"What kind of work then?" She asked slowly, putting the tray down on the counter and taking a seat opposite the man. Her green eyes clashed against the white and black maid outfit she was in - to short but it was 'the only one they had left'. She could just about move inside the damned thing but it got men in and she guessed that's all that mattered to the boss.

"Well, the details will have to be discussed on a later date, when I know you are right for the job." Perry said as he smiled at the woman, from the moment he saw her he knew there was something about her, Perry couldn't sense powers, but he knew when he saw a super person. "As for now, I have to know you are trustworthy" he said as his mouth curled into a half smile.

Scars eyes narrowed more. Could she actually trust this guy?
"Yeah and how would I proove that? Free coffee?" she asked sarcastically then glanced up to the man who had just entered the cafe. There was just something about him that made her freeze and watch him order his drink.
I don't like him...He has a touch of demon inside of him Faith said inside of her head Scar tilted her head curiously to one side watching him then glancing back to the man opposite her.

Nightkill recongized Ferrum, but referred to him as his cilivan name. "Hello, Percival." he said.

"Hello" he said plainly.

Perry then turned back to the girl. "I believe earning my trust might be a little more complicated" he said with a smile. "You follow me" he said as he pointed to Nightkill and the girl he was talking to.

Scar frowned as she looked at both the men. They knew each other and her and Faith knew the man who had just come in was bad, very bad. What if he was the Generals advisor or spy or something? She kept where she sat.
"And you expect me to just trust you like that?"

Nightkill chuckled. "She has a point there." he commented. "Look, I'd tell you what's going on, but Percival is the man in charge." Nightkill's tone implied that he should have been the man in charge, but it was slight and hard to notice.

"Well, you can follow me, or hold out in here, but I don't know that, that would be such a good idea" he said with a smile, then shot a glance at Nightkill. "I don't believe you have joined me either, so you are in this as much as she is" he said with a sly smile.