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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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[justsookie]

Heaving a great breath once the man rolled away, Sookie gathered herself and pushed off the ground, brushing some of the sand and dirt that now clung to the front of her dress. Fortunately, it was just one of many dresses that the clothes box had seen fit to cough up for her, all casual and weather-appropriate. More concerning was the sand burn down her arms, now slightly red and raw, but growing up as the object of much curiosity - and consequently, as was often the case among kids, bullying - meant that Sookie was more than accustomed to a little roughing around.

"Oh, I'm fine - actually, I feel like I should be askin' you that question, 'cause you were running away pretty quick-"

Brushing her hair out of the way, Sookie turned to face her unintentional assailant and let out a little yelp of recognition. Though she'd already come across Angel - the same Angel of her childhood crushes and dreams - seeing yet more familiar faces from the show was astonishing, to say the least.

Unfortunately, unless she wanted to scare all of them off, she had to keep her fanaticism under wraps. Nervously, her face broke into a smile as she sat up fully on the ground.

"Wow. I haven't seen hair bleached that pale since... the nineties."

[nobler_things]

"It's timeless," he muttered with a frown, lifting a hand to prod at the blonde hair cemented to his head and wondering if he should bring up the fact that he'd single-handedly started the whole punk style movement.

Later.

Spike wasn't quite as stupid as he might look. It wasn't his hair that was making her so nervous.

"I'm not supposed to be here. Was a shock, is all."

[justsookie]

"Billy Idol certainly thought so," she agreed with a nod, quickly transitioning to a point where stifling laughter was a greater concern than blurting out all the secrets of Spike's life. "But for what it's worth, I think you're pullin' it off as well as anyone can."

Picking herself up served as a pretty decent distraction for a few moments, Sookie's hands beating the fabric of her dress down to knock away any sand that lingered.

"Did you just arrive on the island?" Sookie asked, smile broad once the task was finished as she looked over her shoulder to the compound, which wasn't too far. Taking him to the building would probably make the explanation and consequent introduction to the island easier. "Because trust me, I've been there. This island is kind of like... a nexus? A place where a lot of worlds end up meetin', and no one who arrives really means to come. And no one who wants to leave has been able to find a way to, yet."