Spike (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 1ofthegoodguys) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2012-10-16 23:15:00 |
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| Entry tags: | damon salvatore, spike |
WHO: Spike and Damon Salvatore
WHAT: Looking for some motorcycles to "borrow"
WHEN: Backdated to Friday, October 12th, Evening
WHERE: Wandering the city
RATING: Possibly PG-13 for language?
STATUS: In Progress
Spike had sat around for as long as was possible before he just couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't good in enclosed spaces and even though he could leave the communal building, the fact that he was still technically being held prisoner in this city made him twitchy. He'd found a butcher where he'd been able to buy some pig's blood, so that at least he wouldn't starve, but that didn't exactly make anything about this situation more tolerable. What did have the potential to make this situation more tolerable was Buffy's presence. Sure, he'd spent the first few days avoiding her, but it wasn't because he didn't want her to know he was there, but because he wanted her to remember him as a champion and if this was temporary, he didn't want to start something that was only going to get ripped away from him, even if all he wanted was to be with Buffy. While he was happy that she was going to join their little escape group, he was worried about what that meant for if this worked. If this worked, there was a possibility that they might be able to pick up where they left off back home and if it didn't work then there was still that same possibility. He still had a lot to explain about how he was alive, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd had a lot of explaining to do to Buffy.
However, before they could even think about any of that, they had to find a vehicle and considering they had a good number of people who wanted to join, they had decided that motorcycles might be the best way to go. It was a good thing that Spike was no stranger to stealing motorcycles or anything else, for that matter. The hunt for motorcycles was the reason Spike was currently loitering around, outside the communal building, cigarette between his lips as he waited for the other bloke who was going to be joining the search. He hadn't actually caught his name, but that would be easily remedied once he showed up.