A New Brand of Torture! {open}

[Anya]

Sometimes figuring that whole karma thing out was a lot more trouble than it was worth. She'd been a vengeance demon after all, and the whole point of vengeance was that 'eye for an eye' deal. Or... 'slow, painful death for a cheating boyfriend', whatever. The way she figured it, she was pretty much walking karma. So what exactly had she ever done to deserve....this? This...this unjustifiable form of...imprisonment! She'd thought the regular classes were bad enough, but actually having to serve extra time after them was torture in its purest form. Until recently, Anya had considered mortals to be ridiculously, almost frighteningly short-lived. But now? Well...it seemed she had a very long, very painful seventy-something years ahead of her.

Wait - what was she talking about? Of course she didn't; because she had absolutely no intentions of living a mortal life. She was going to get her amulet back. Going to become a demon again and live happily ever after, mercilessly maiming those who deserved it so very much for the rest of eternity. All she needed to do was bide her time for a little while, keep her cool around these outrageously obnoxious humans, and...somehow survive the mountain of homework she seemed to be expected to do.

...Oh. And 'stop mouthing off'. Apparently that was bad, hence the reason they'd imprisoned her in this so-called 'detention' as if she were some sort of...dangerous and disturbed individual! The ex-demon tapped her fingers restlessly against the surface of the desk she'd been ordered to seat herself in, her eyes narrowed into a murderous glare that was currently fixed on the door near the front of the room. Really. She was just waiting for whatever staff member responsible for her supervision here to walk through that door. Or...even another student unfortunate enough to be assigned here as well. They'd work too, if she really needed someone to take her anger out on. Had she still been a demon, Anya could have greeted them all with a 'friendly' curse in the form of a dose of the black plague, but given her current circumstances she was probably going to have to attempt to glare them all to death. Which she still believed was entirely possible, if one tried hard enough.

Although...this was sort of boring. Despite her slowly rising agitation, there was really nothing to do when one was confined like this. Except reflect on their apparent crimes, she supposed. Although she still didn't see what was so criminal about telling her english teacher to 'stop boring us with updates on your expecting guinea pig and get to teaching us about literature already'. What, exactly, was wrong with that? Pregnant rodents weren't interesting. Of course neither was human literature, but at least that was what they'd all come here to learn about. Anya had merely...voiced the opinion that everyone else was thinking inwardly. She really couldn't understand why humans insisted on becoming angry only because she refused to censor her thoughts to make them feel better...

But that was a question for another day. Another century, actually...a hypothetical one in which she actually had the time to care. For now, her goals were simple. Get out of detention. Attempt to do the 'homework' that she'd been tasked with. Sleep. And tomorrow...continue her search for ways of safely restoring her demonic status. Which were all mostly to be announced. At...some later point in time.

Step one?

Continue glaring at the door.