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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]

She hears the roar from behind her, and for a fraction of a second, Sookie starts wondering if somehow, she's managed to wander her way into dinosaur territory. But before she has a chance to turn and face its source - and for a dinosaur, it actually sounds a lot like a human - Sookie yelps and is knocked rather violently to the ground, face-first toward a pile of sand. Fortunately, life's been more exciting as of late, and in the process it's helped to hone her reflexes, hands reaching out first and preventing the gritty texture from meeting her face.

Once she lets her eyes open, she coughs, the wind having been blown out of her by the heavy weight on her back. A weight that feels distinctly... human.

"Uhm. Pardon me, but, a little help here? You're kinda heavy," Sookie grunts, trying her best to somehow catch her breath while being crushed by something almost twice her weight.

[nobler_things]

The realization came just a moment too late. He wasn't on fire. He wasn't burning to cinder. He was an idiot, running down a beach with a coat over his head, mowing down pretty blonde girls minding their own business.

Not the petite blonde girl he'd been hoping for, but beggars can't be choosers.

He rolled off of her, his coat righted and a look of real concern on his face. He could be caring, he could be damned helpful and good, if he wanted to be. It wasn't his fault there was always something around, pulling his strings, messing with his mind and mucking it all up.

"Sorry, pet. My fault. Had a bit of a scare, that's all. You all right? All in one piece?"

[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

[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."

[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?"

[fatalpride]

Annabeth was on a mission. Well, not one particular mission, more like a large amount of separate projects that she was working on concurrently. Today, it was scouting out a position to build a hut, and finding the best types of woods to help Ishiah build his boat with.

Or at least it was, until a madman ran into her, jacket over his head and everything. It was only reflexes honed from years of anticipating sudden monster attacks that saved her from being completely bowled over in the end, and she'd managed to escape relatively unharmed. The things in her arms were not so lucky. A bunch of unfinished arrows, scrolls of paper written in her precise Greek writing, and several architectural blueprints went flying into the air.

Annabeth cursed her luck under her breath.

[nobler_things]

Unfortunately, this wasn't Spike's lucky day. Vampire strength and agility gone down the tubes, he felt lumbering and off-balance, and it didn't take much to send him sprawling to the ground again in a rain of falling bits of wood and paper.

His spent another moment or two cowering and shielding his face from the burn of the sun, but when he didn't immediately burst into flames, he paused, blinked up at the angry girl standing over him, and said, "You're not a witch, are you?"

[brookesmart]

There's the long stretch of gorgeous beach with blue water lapping at the edges, there's a peaceful breeze and a big, yellow sun overhead, and all at once there's a man in a trenchcoat running at her with a roar.

Brooke sidesteps him with a calm she doesn't feel, leg flying out to trip him at the last moment. She waits for the satisfying sound of his face striking the sand, then points. "Rapist!"

[nobler_things]

That was actually enough to make him completely forget his inevitable fiery death. He went down in a less than graceful flail of limbs, and he had just enough time to let out a yelp before he had a mouthful of hot sand.

Spitting and sputtering, he stood up on his knees, his coat righted and his hands where she could see them, perfectly unarmed just like the rest of him. "Not at the moment, no."

[brookesmart]

"Because I just handed you your ass," Brooke returns, drawing her hand back to place on her hip. "What do you think you're doing, running at women like that?"

[nobler_things]

"I hate to break it to you, luv, but I wasn't running at you. You're the one that happened to be foolish enough to get in my way," he rolled his eyes, dropping his hands to his sides and dragging in a deep, calming breath.

"I was the one in distress, now wasn't I? I think you might owe me an apology."