029 -- dictated;

[breakmychest]

[Spike's been feeling kind of down, lately. Down enough that he's drinking in the Death Match as opposed to in his usual Caritas haunt. He doesn't really want to run into people he knows.

After a while, he opens his journal and starts talking into it, looking at his drink as opposed to the book itself.]I've been a full year here now, so it seems

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[invisibill]

You know, this is a lot more entertaining from this side of it.

[breakmychest]

Just leave me be, I've no use for this crap.
I feel like every word I say's a trap.

[invisibill]

Out of curiosity, I don't suppose you've offended any writers recently.

[breakmychest]

I might have done, I'm an offensive bloke.
Can't think of one to whom I may have spoke.

[demonologist]

Spike...that's unfortunate.

[He's not sure what else to say. Obviously it has to be a temporary loss.]

[breakmychest]

Oh, that's a bloody understatement, mate.
For this to reach an end, I cannot wait.

((I'm just going to assume this is well after Harm's announcement))

[demonologist]

I suppose it could be worse than being stuck reciting verse.

[A beat. He hadn't meant for that to rhyme.]

Have you visited Fred yet?

Works for me!

[breakmychest]

No, what's the bloody point? I haven't gone.
The castle's playing tricks, on her and me.
She's sleeping beauty, I'm a walking song.
The way things go here, soon we'll both be free.

[itwas_raining]

[First, knights. Now, people who speak in poems.]

This hasn't happened before?

[You know, she's just... still trying to get a feel for the brand of crazy here. What's a pattern, what's not. That sort of thing.]

[breakmychest]

What, bursting into lines of awful verse?
Perhaps it has, but not to me or mine.
But now, the castle's stuck me with this curse.
and if you plan to mock, do start the line.

HAHA this is awesome

[itwas_raining]

[This is... really for real, isn't it. It shouldn't surprise her, considering what crazy things this castle has thrown at her in the less-than-two-months she's been here, but somehow, it still does.]

I wasn't planning to.

iaksdjfkadsf it's so haaard

[breakmychest]

Guess you're nicer than some birds could be.
And well, all right, much nicer still than me.

Dictated.

[equestrian_envy]

[A bit impressed actually.]

You are okay with expressing your slam poetry so easily?

How... forward.

Dictated forever.

[breakmychest]

"Okay" with it? That's not the word I'd use.
This poetry crap's a thing I didn't choose.

[equestrian_envy]

Then why are doing such a thing so... so publicly?

[breakmychest]

Why talk to me at all? I don't know you.
So bugger off, it's not a sodding zoo.

[eat_me_beat_me]

And here I though I was the only poet in town.

[breakmychest]

I'm not a sodding poet, not by choice.
The castle's gone and molded my new voice.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Sorry Spike, she's cracking the fuck up, now]

You mean this is a loss?!

[breakmychest]

Oh, laugh it up, it could happen to you.
I don't deserve what it has put me through.