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forever_spike in sunnydales_gone

Where's The Party?

Feb 26, 2004 22:32

So I get back to Angel's ol' beater warehouse and all those bloody wangkers aren't even there! What the hell...? Is there a fire someplace I don't know about? Well except Fred...she ain't a wangker. Cute little biteable snack that one is...hope she's alright...and working on making me real again ( Read more... )

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nikki_chase March 2 2004, 12:20:05 UTC

After getting Dawn halfway to Hemery’s campus, we parted ways and I continued on my own to AI HQ. Cor hadn’t been home that night (not that I was worried...) and she better have a good excuse if she knew what was good for her. She didn’t even check in to see if I had...a pulse still. Though I probably would have just thought she was weird if she called and asked “Hey! Still got a pulse?!” Actually, come to think of it...daily pulse check up calls wouldn’t be out of the question....

Once reaching the warehouse, I walk in and look around. Boy.....business is just booming.

“Cor? Fred? Wes...?”

Doc, Dopey...Sneezy.

“Uh....Sir Broods-a-lot?”

I was actually happy not to get an answer for that last one. For...obvious reasons. Walking over to Fred’s Desk, I pull out the case files and put them by her PC. Re-zipping my backpack, I make my way to Angels desk. I remove the files containing info about him and place them on his desk then eye his seat.

Why does his look comfier then everyone elses? Does brooding require prescription seating ( ... )

forever_spike March 2 2004, 19:34:29 UTC

I watched the girl come in and make herself at home...arrogant little lass. Then she started pretending to be Angel...and I nearly burst out laughing. Grinning like hell as I got a wicked idea, I moved ghost like to behind her...and then crawled below her. Now underneath where Brood Boy sits his fat rump, I stood up...popping right out of her chest...my face fully vamped. Hissing, I went straight for her throat...

nikki_chase March 3 2004, 14:09:41 UTC

My eyes shot open as I let out an earsplitting shriek--I probably went a few shades whiter too. Pushing away from the desk, I roll back a few feet on the office chair and finally stand up, leaving Spike squatting in an awkward position on the ground. Once I’d realized who this...thing was and my heart had settled to a reasonable pace...and all chances of me fainting had passed, my fear was quickly taken over by anger.

“What on God’s green earth is you’re malfunction?! Poor Spike, can’t hurt anything so he settles for being the cause of my premature death in the form of a heart attack!! And---and---“

I was too ticked to get anything else out, so I settled for a disgusted scoff. I wanted to hit him...but it would have went through him. After a moment, my mind jumped from my nearly being scared to death...to matters of more importance--my ego.

“---and exactly how much of that little performance did you hear....?”

It’s official, I hate ghosts. Spike shaped ones most of all. Why couldn’t he be more like Casper...?

forever_spike March 3 2004, 16:37:45 UTC

Laughing my head off, I tried my hardest to stop laughing and try to appear apologetic...except it wasn't happening...

"Oh, so sorry princess. Just thought I'd 'ave a little bit of fun with you...the only kind left to me."

I waved my hand through the desk to prove my point. My laughter finally started to die out when she asked me how much I had heard...then it was back full tilt. After laughing hard for a few minutes, I finally started to wind down.

"Sorry luv, I heard it all. Can't wait to till his broodness about your little performance."

Grinning wickedly at her, I reveled in moment of fun I was having at her expense.

"So how are ya? 'Aven't seen you in awhile. You shacked up with some guy somewhere?"

Bloody hell, I wanted a smoke bad...being a ghost was such a sodding rip off...

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