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Spike glared at the harsh sunlight filling the canyon. He hated it. No, more than hated it. He loathed it. Loathed it with the passion of a thousand vampires, hissing and spitting their way back to the shadows ( Read more... ) -
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Spike walked out of red base, paused, then walked back in. Goddamn, it was bright out. Looks like he was staying home alone again today. -
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Yawn~! Stretch. Scratch balls. These three actions were performed as Spike wanders into the kitchen, wearing nothing more than a pair of hastily pulled on black boxers.
God, morning's sucked. At least his hair was growing back. -
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There is a manly rule that says men must never, ever use instructions. For anything ( Read more... ) -
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Spike Glared. And oh what a glare it was. It was a glare directed at the huge scar left on his forehead by Wyoming's operation.
And he was not happy.
Mostly because he couldn't hide it until his hair grew out in three months.
Fucking Cypher. -
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Spike stood outside red base in armor, wobbling wearily. He really had let himself go if he couldn't make it this far without getting tired. Anyway, he had to find Wyoming, and see why he had been abandoned like that. -
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Spike groaned, but forced himself out of bed. He had enough lying around. Besides, he felt fine - whoops! He looked at what he tripped over. Air. Goddamn it. -
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It was another boring day as Spike lay in bed, recovering from his massive head injury. He was trying to figure out what day it was, but he kept forgetting what days he had already gone through. He knew it was something important, he just knew it, but what it was he had no idea.
Then it hit him.
"Fuck, I'm 30!" -
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Spike moaned. God, his head hurt. Why did his head hurt?
He yawned and stretched. Where was Sanger? Did he take off already?
Why did half his head feel cold? A hand went up to run through his hair. And found half of it missing.
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The Emo Emerges
Spike hadn't seen the light of day in a long time. Really, he didn't have any need to; few people liked him, and it was freaking hot outside. Inside too, but at least it was a little cooler. However, he hadn't eaten since his stash had ran out last week, and he needed food ( Read more... )