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Spike: Event: Darkness
The annoying thing, Spike thinks, about being a vampire is the number of wasted hours hiding from the son. Cause sleep isn't always needed, or at least not for very long. It drives him crazy, being trapped indoors or in sewers when he could be doing something useful, or productive.
He glances at the clock - 10am. He wants out - not sleepy at all, might as well find something to do. There's a sewer entrance just down the road...if he uses a blanket and runs, he shouldn't be more than lightly singed. He walks upstairs, into the living room, and is surprised to find it very dark. Curtains are open, but no mid-morning sun is streaming through. Curious, he inches cautiously closer to the window closet to the door. Outside, it's dark. Not night, no moon. But no sun either. Just dark. He glances back at the clock in the room. 10:05 am.
"Well that's just bloody weird." he muses, slowly opening the door and looking outside. Still dark, and he's not bursting into flame. He drops the blanket he was holding and steps outside. Casually smoking a cigarette, he spends a good half hour wandering the streets, watching people pointing at the sky and expressing concern. Him? He's rather enjoying his morning stroll. Not something he gets to do often. Not to say the lack of sun doesn't concern him, just that he's used to mystical weirdness, seen a fair share of it, so it's not an earth-shattering horror. For him, it has it's obvious benefits.
"Right," he says to no one but himself. "Got the day, or whatever this is, can do whatever I want." Something useful. Or productive. It takes him less than a minute to decide on a course of action. "To the pub, then...fancy a bit of breakfast.."
He glances at the clock - 10am. He wants out - not sleepy at all, might as well find something to do. There's a sewer entrance just down the road...if he uses a blanket and runs, he shouldn't be more than lightly singed. He walks upstairs, into the living room, and is surprised to find it very dark. Curtains are open, but no mid-morning sun is streaming through. Curious, he inches cautiously closer to the window closet to the door. Outside, it's dark. Not night, no moon. But no sun either. Just dark. He glances back at the clock in the room. 10:05 am.
"Well that's just bloody weird." he muses, slowly opening the door and looking outside. Still dark, and he's not bursting into flame. He drops the blanket he was holding and steps outside. Casually smoking a cigarette, he spends a good half hour wandering the streets, watching people pointing at the sky and expressing concern. Him? He's rather enjoying his morning stroll. Not something he gets to do often. Not to say the lack of sun doesn't concern him, just that he's used to mystical weirdness, seen a fair share of it, so it's not an earth-shattering horror. For him, it has it's obvious benefits.
"Right," he says to no one but himself. "Got the day, or whatever this is, can do whatever I want." Something useful. Or productive. It takes him less than a minute to decide on a course of action. "To the pub, then...fancy a bit of breakfast.."