002 | Dictated.
[It feels just like a setup.
Spike is slumped on a couch in the lobby, partially watching people go by, but mostly he's staring at the trail of smoke from the cigarette in his hand. He's practically a certified expert at ignoring what he doesn't understand, and just about everything here qualifies. But he's still got the journal open, turned to a page he's been reading over obsessively for the past day or three, because there's one thing bothering him more than he lets on. -- Aside from all the misadventures he keeps reading about but never seems to catch. Maybe that's why he starts talking again.]
So is this it? After a week I figured I'd see the place overrun with flying monkeys or get hit with a flesh eating bacteria. ... I must have just missed them. [He pauses to take one last drag and crushes the cigarette out in a nearby ash tray.] I guess it's too late to get my money back.
[His voice gets muffled at the end; he kicked his feet up on the couch, using the journal to keep the light out of his eyes. Sleep it off.]
Famous last words, right? [Yeah, sure.] I'm glad I wrote them down.
ooc: open!
Spike is slumped on a couch in the lobby, partially watching people go by, but mostly he's staring at the trail of smoke from the cigarette in his hand. He's practically a certified expert at ignoring what he doesn't understand, and just about everything here qualifies. But he's still got the journal open, turned to a page he's been reading over obsessively for the past day or three, because there's one thing bothering him more than he lets on. -- Aside from all the misadventures he keeps reading about but never seems to catch. Maybe that's why he starts talking again.]
So is this it? After a week I figured I'd see the place overrun with flying monkeys or get hit with a flesh eating bacteria. ... I must have just missed them. [He pauses to take one last drag and crushes the cigarette out in a nearby ash tray.] I guess it's too late to get my money back.
[His voice gets muffled at the end; he kicked his feet up on the couch, using the journal to keep the light out of his eyes. Sleep it off.]
Famous last words, right? [Yeah, sure.] I'm glad I wrote them down.
ooc: open!