|Spike (wasghostly) wrote in reality_crisis,|
@ 2012-06-08 20:48:00
|Entry tags:||!status: complete, eric northman, spike|
All Kinds of Fangs (Eric)
When the rain finally stopped Spike had set off, stomping through the streets in a less than stellar mood. When you'd endured your entire body being invaded through every hole by a plague of beetles, a few reptiles hitting your head just didn't seem too problematic, but it was still annoying. And some of them were still alive now, and kept getting underfoot as he moved through New Troy. Not to mention the corpses lying everywhere, bloody and some still twitching. He paused to head into a bar to get directions before he left it, not wasting any time, and soon found what appeared to be the Mayor's house.
Pushing past the gate he headed up and knocked, looking around. Not a bad place to set up shop, given the condition of the world. The door opened and a weedy fellow looked out, then opened the door wider and invited him in.
"Thanks. This is the Mayor's place, yeah? He in?" Spike grunted, walking in and stepping on the head of a snake that tried to pass him as it entered. The man shut the door and nodded, opening his mouth to say something else, though Spike was already continuing on, leaving grimy footprints in his wake. "No worries, mate. I'll find my own way."