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[nobler_things]

It always comes back to this. To a woman. Always about a girl. It doesn’t matter, he could justify himself six ways to Sunday, and it would always come back to a girl. Everything he’s ever done, everything he is, could all be traced back to one of those bloody women. They’ll be the death of him, one of these days. Had been the death of him, more

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[notdrfrasier]

She heard the screaming long before she found the source of the noise - a crazy looking mass that was covered in what looked like a coat and was running toward her. Carolyn had no idea what the person's problem was but from the sound of things, they sounded like they were in some sort of pain or great distress.

Or they could have just been someone who had gone crazy.

Carolyn sighed, her eyebrows furrowing as the mass grew closer to her and a small grove of trees. "You're going to run into those trees if you don't uncover your head!!" she finally yelled out, not really wanting to have to stich up anyone's head because they weren't watching where they were going.

[nobler_things]

From under the cover of leather, he could still see his feet, and the moment he stepped into a circle of shadows, he risked a peek, letting his jacket fall around his shoulders when he saw that he was out of the danger of direct sunlight.

Immediately, it was as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just taken off across the beach like a madman, perfectly calm and collected, save for a bit of unusual and heavy breathing.

"Nice weather, innit?"

[notdrfrasier]

"Uh sure..." Carolyn nodded slowly, her head tilting just ever so slightly to the side as openly stared at the obvious crazy man. Was it something in the island's air? Because at least half of the people she'd seen were kind of not normal.

"Are you alright?" she finally asked, taking a catious step toward the trees.

[nobler_things]

"Fantastic," he muttered, squinting out at that bright, late afternoon sun and wondering what Angel has stepped his big, clumsy foot in that got them into this mess. Clearly, there was no doubt in Spike's mind that this was all Angel's fault. Everything about his pathetic unlife was Angel's fault, lately.

"You mind telling me where the sodding hell I am?"

[notdrfrasier]

Carolyn shrugged, "An island of some sort. Everyone here has been brought here from different points in time, different realities as well." She stuck her hands in her back pockets and rocked back on her heels a little. "Beyond that? I'm not really sure what to tell you. I've only been here a little over a month."