OPEN LOG; all the cool kids are doing it.
Who: Spike & YOU 8D
When: Sunday (June 5) night
Where: Outside Club 24/Roaming the streets
Summary: Spike gets off from his second night of work to go monster hunting
Warnings: idk Spike being dumb.
[After a whole weekend's worth of putting his fist into dumbasses, he's still not sure about this job. Not only have these two (one-and-a-half?) shifts been more honest work than he'd managed to pack into a century and change, but after some poking around he was none too pleased to find out its AGI leanings. Cash iss nice for blood and beers, but Spike is nothing if not a vampire of principles.
He kicks the door behind him just because and starts heading into the darkness. This is his real work; the work of a champion. He could only watch mutants pound back the Molsons for so long before he wants to tear his hair out. Canada or not, this night is his home. Just might be too if he doesn't manage to come up with rent soon enough.
Footsteps echo in his head from a few blocks away, and he's already chasing the sound, waiting for the telltale signs of a struggle. Or maybe just some company. You know, whatever.]
When: Sunday (June 5) night
Where: Outside Club 24/Roaming the streets
Summary: Spike gets off from his second night of work to go monster hunting
Warnings: idk Spike being dumb.
[After a whole weekend's worth of putting his fist into dumbasses, he's still not sure about this job. Not only have these two (one-and-a-half?) shifts been more honest work than he'd managed to pack into a century and change, but after some poking around he was none too pleased to find out its AGI leanings. Cash iss nice for blood and beers, but Spike is nothing if not a vampire of principles.
He kicks the door behind him just because and starts heading into the darkness. This is his real work; the work of a champion. He could only watch mutants pound back the Molsons for so long before he wants to tear his hair out. Canada or not, this night is his home. Just might be too if he doesn't manage to come up with rent soon enough.
Footsteps echo in his head from a few blocks away, and he's already chasing the sound, waiting for the telltale signs of a struggle. Or maybe just some company. You know, whatever.]