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[itwas_raining]

[Mid-afternoon in Paris on the day after Christmas. Compared to the bustle of the past few days, it's a tranquil scene. The street is almost completely empty, save for a few stragglers taking a stroll and enjoying the relatively nice weather. (The rest of them? Are most likely hungover from the day before.) They are the lucky few to witness

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AT THE SCENE;

[gottaknockhard]

[On the plus side, Spike couldn't remember what had made him crash for the immediate time afterwards. And he hadn't crashed into anyone, at least, he didn't think he had. The motorcycle is somewhere nearby, he figures. No screaming. That's good.

He might be slow finding his feet again, but he's working on it. (It's not his first crash, so he's not too rattled; you have to come to expect these things.)

Obviously if he can just walk it off, he'll be fine.]

BUM BUM

[itwas_raining]

[Of course, Julia had pretty much wasted no time in dropping everything she was doing and rushing over there as fast as her feet could carry her, kneeling down beside him when she finally got there. The stupid billboard she was trying to pretend didn't exist was a complete non-issue now. There was only one concern on her mind.

As far as she's concerned, whatever had just happened (which she couldn't quite fully follow) had quite frankly scared the shit out of her.

There are too many echoes of something she never wanted to see again. Or, at the very least, that's where her thoughts automatically go as she assesses the situation. No, it doesn't look nearly as bad as it did then. Not by a long shot. But as she watches him quietly, carefully, she can't shake it.]

REMEMBER TO WEAR YOUR HELMET, KIDS

[gottaknockhard]

[It seems weird to him that the first person he sees is Julia. (Hadn't he just seen her? Somewhere...)

In either case, it's bad timing. Spike needed five or ten minutes to get himself together before he can make a convincing "I'm fine" argument. He rubs at his eyes to keep everything from splitting in two, but he's managed a sitting position in the meantime.

Kind of embarrassing, really. He waves once he pulls his hand away. Maybe he can talk her into helping him cover this up before they get any attention.]

AND DON'T TRY ANY OF THIS AT HOME :|

[itwas_raining]

[Well, at least that's a good sign. She exhales a quiet breath of relief.

But, all the same, it isn't enough to convince her that he's out of the woods just yet. Her eyes still regard him with concern as she reaches a gentle hand to brush something off of his face. Debris, maybe, she's not really paying attention to that.

Also, this just proves that he's still one of the biggest idiots she's ever laid eyes on. Some things never change.]

Do you remember what happened?

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike smiles briefly when she brushes her hand across his face; like she really thought he wasn't hopeless. Did she see how fast he was going before he crashed? He was kind of proud of that before... something happened. (It'll come to him in a few more minutes.)]

Where's the bike? [Priorities. Which are actually important considering that bike might be listed as stolen if the wrong person looked into it.]

[itwas_raining]

[Only Spike would be worried about something like that at a time like this. Of course, she's more than used to that sort of thing.]

Over there. [She jerks her head slightly over to the right as a gesture for him to follow, her hand dropping back to her side to allow him to.]

[gottaknockhard]

...Oh. [Further away than he thought. Or he just can't judge that well right now. Hard to see the damage from this point.

In any case, he's still working getting his balance back enough to stand up. That'll make it easier to gather his pride and get out of here. -- He still feels a little fuzzy, but he's sure it's nothing he can't handle.]

[itwas_raining]

[And here would come the unfortunate part of dealing with someone who knows him. She knows what he wants to do even before he makes a definitive move towards it. It's only a matter of seconds before she has a hand on each shoulder.]

Don't try to get up. [Her voice is gentle, but insistent.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Don't lose faith in him now. There weren't even any explosions after that crash, how bad could it be?]

... [Strange of him to crash for no reason though.] Must've taken a bad turn.

[itwas_raining]

[Regardless, she's not about to let him try to find out. She may not be an expert, but experience has taught her enough to where she knows movement isn't going to do him any favors.

She doesn't respond to that. Her grip on his shoulders is still firm, and her attention is now occupied with trying to get a better gauge of his injuries.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Only because it's her, he doesn't insist on leaving right that second (assuming he could get himself up... he's sort of pathetic at the moment). That might change if they start to attract a crowd though. The first rule of accidents is to always leave before you get charged with anything.

Apparently he hit the ground hard enough to think that had any meaning in make-believe France. Old habits have a way of sticking with you.]

[itwas_raining]

[That's enough to convince her, at least for the moment. But don't think she won't be there to stop him if he tries to make an escape.

She drops one hand down, and the other relaxes its grip. Although, with that, she starts to take a look around. And then happens to catch sight of a certain something just above them, realizing exactly where they are...--

... Yeah, silence is good. They should keep it for a while.]