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003. Use your powers for good.
A. Action; Mr Pratt's Poetry Class.
[Spike is dressed like you know, English professors from the 50s: sweater vest included. You might notice his bleach blonde hair though, and the chipping black nail polish that perhaps indicates it's not his clothing of choice.]Yeah, so, you lot. I'm Spike and if you have a question - ask it, I guess. None of ( Read more... ) -
002. Backdoor cracked we don't need a key. [backdated]
Action for 724 Anderson Ln.
[Spike stumbles in because lmao - he doesn't need to be invited] Oy, Watcher! I've got something to tell you. [Oh yeah, he's also badly beaten. Thanks for that Lust and Edward.]
You here? [He's just lighting up a cigarette in the middle of your kitchen Giles, leaving the door wide open.]
Phone.Coming to think this ( Read more... ) -
001. everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Phone.
[Spike sounds oddly manic, not that you would know it was odd for him.]
I guess this is like a conference call, huh? So who's on the other end. [a few crickets...] Not sure what to make of all this, but. Haven't seen a phone like this since--[sudden throat clearing]What do you lot do around here? Go to the drive-in with your steadies and ( Read more... ) -
[RL] I've never cared so much about honesty.
[Spike sits perched on the edge of the couch, misery clearly etched into his every feature. No matter what he does, nothing will change; he's still just a muck-up. Not only was Buffy not supposed to find out this way, she was never supposed to hear it from him. He's wrecked the timeline along with everything else and he finds himself wishing for ( Read more... ) -
[RL] The Hangover, Haitian Style.
[Spike blinks his eyes open, not entirely surprised he isn't sure where he is. Maybe that says something about him as a person, but mostly it says something for how hard his life is. Rubbing at his eyes until they focus, he's met with a splitting migraine as he tries to sit up. Is that ... Fischer on the couch? And everything's destroyed. He's glad ( Read more... )
