InsaneJournal

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[VIDEO//OPEN]

[ Good afternoon, Marina. Have you filled your quota of shirtless, fit men lately? No? Good, cause you're getting another one.

Today, Spike is down at the beach. It's not entirely his own idea, which is evident by the rake he's leaning against but at least it's an excuse to soak up some sun. It's not like he's had much of a chance to do that before. He's currently stealing a small smoke break and seeing as he's bored out of his mind, it's a good time for a network-wide chat. ]

I know I'm at a risk of soundin' like a broken record here but our fearful overlords really don't know what a prison is, do they? 's more like a... one-way ticket resort. And now this party they're throwin'... [ He shakes his head before taking another drag off his cigarette. ]

Makes me wonder if there's anyone 'round here who still knows how to have fun.


[ACTION]

[ It's his last day serving off his first punishment and what better way to spend it than at the beach, fulfilling his second? Okay so maybe there were some bots involved and maybe he was ushered here rather... forcefully but at least he's making the best of it. If the best is slowly getting a sunburn (three hours in the sun after a century in the shade can really screw you over) and very purposefully raking the sand to spell out WANKER.

Anyone's welcome to come down and keep the guy company, poke his sunburn (baby's first!) or just snark in his general direction. ]