Home Sweet Home (Spike)
Where: Spike's crypt
When: Late night, September 8th
Who: Spike (who else?)
What: Getting home
Without a vampire's usual regard for stealth Spike slams into his crypt, banging the heavy door first inward and then shut behind him. Woe to any intruders in his haunt. He isn't of his usual sunny disposition, grins and giggles, as one might (reasonably) expect of a recently de-chipped vampire.
Spike isn't sure he likes this new world. The humans are fearful, hiding and skulking in nooks and crannies like rats, only the most brave and brazen daring to venture forth after dark. Bloody depressing is what it is...all of fun gone out of being evil and free.
With a laborious motion reminiscent of combat, Spike literally throws himself into his armchair before the small telly, which had been left on while he was out. Currently, an old run of Mash is on: Klinger in one of his flowery dresses is harassing some nameless military goon.
The vampire huffs a heavy breath, and glares at the small fridge across the way, just out of reach, trying to decide if it is worth it to get up and retrieve a beer. Slouching, he notices the soft cumbersome bulge inside of his jacket.
No, he is not happy to see Klinger...
He reaches in and extracts a soft pink plush pig from within his trench, holding the porker up so that they are nose-to-snout, vampire now turning his wrathful glare upon Mr. Gordo.
The pig is the reason that his entire evening has gone south. Spike has gone through hell to obtain the stupid soddin' thing.
He wonders if she'll even appreciate it.
She hasn't been by for three nights. What if she's dead? What if she's not coming again?
With a burst of frustrated anger, Spike hurls Mr. Gordo onto the bed. Stupid soddin' pig!
Stupid soddin' Nanc!
Spike
When: Late night, September 8th
Who: Spike (who else?)
What: Getting home
Without a vampire's usual regard for stealth Spike slams into his crypt, banging the heavy door first inward and then shut behind him. Woe to any intruders in his haunt. He isn't of his usual sunny disposition, grins and giggles, as one might (reasonably) expect of a recently de-chipped vampire.
Spike isn't sure he likes this new world. The humans are fearful, hiding and skulking in nooks and crannies like rats, only the most brave and brazen daring to venture forth after dark. Bloody depressing is what it is...all of fun gone out of being evil and free.
With a laborious motion reminiscent of combat, Spike literally throws himself into his armchair before the small telly, which had been left on while he was out. Currently, an old run of Mash is on: Klinger in one of his flowery dresses is harassing some nameless military goon.
The vampire huffs a heavy breath, and glares at the small fridge across the way, just out of reach, trying to decide if it is worth it to get up and retrieve a beer. Slouching, he notices the soft cumbersome bulge inside of his jacket.
No, he is not happy to see Klinger...
He reaches in and extracts a soft pink plush pig from within his trench, holding the porker up so that they are nose-to-snout, vampire now turning his wrathful glare upon Mr. Gordo.
The pig is the reason that his entire evening has gone south. Spike has gone through hell to obtain the stupid soddin' thing.
He wonders if she'll even appreciate it.
She hasn't been by for three nights. What if she's dead? What if she's not coming again?
With a burst of frustrated anger, Spike hurls Mr. Gordo onto the bed. Stupid soddin' pig!
Stupid soddin' Nanc!
Spike