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Spike (chipswiththat) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2016-05-03 08:38:00

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jezebel mephistopheles, martha jones, sebastian michaelis, spike, yuuki kuran

374 - open dreams
[ Dirty your nails. ]

[ You wake up in a coffin. You probably won't remember how you got here but now you're six feet under and awake. There's only one way up, through silk and walnut and several feet of loosely packed dirt. Maybe you panic before realizing you don't even breathe, and then panic some more. Maybe you'll just dig yourself out without further ado, because what else is there? Either way, you'll emerge in a graveyard.

It's the dead of night, but you can see clear as day. Everything sharper, more vibrant, crystal clear, an assault on supernatural senses. Cigarette smoke wafts through the air — Spike, sitting on a tombstone, waiting for you. ]

Took you long enough.

[ A night out ]

[ The Bronze is packed tonight. A local band is playing, high schoolers dancing or playing pool or drinking non-alcoholic drinks. A girl with red hair is fooling herself that she's doing homework in a corner when in reality she knows she'll get dragged out onto the dance floor before long, probably by the intense blonde who's already working her moves to the rhythm. It's a good night, good energy.

A guy in a black leather coat and bleach blond hair is surveying the crowd, slowly making his way along the outskirts with menacing intensity. Recognize him? Think this is a good time to say hi? ]

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trappedinresin
2016-05-04 10:14 pm UTC (link)

[For these two, it's probably not a good idea they cross paths on the best of days. They simply just don't get along. Dressed up in a dark red dress and black boots, Yuuki finds herself among the crowd of teens enjoying themselves, a drink pressed into her fingers.

Unable to recognize anyone within the crowd, she searches for someone who might be a friend, even asking someone if they had seen someone named Sayori. With a small sigh she makes her way through the crowd, before someone bumps into her. She stumbles, and while she manages to successfully save her drink from falling out of her hand, she feels her back collide with someone else.]

Oh-! I'm sorry. [Turning around, she's apologetic as she moves to face Spike.] It's kind of crowded. I didn't mean-- [But she pauses after a moment, blinking up at him.] Oh. [Spike. She can't really remember why they don't get along at the moment, only that they aren't on the best of terms. Even so, the surprise fades after a moment, and she manages to look chagrined.]

Sorry about that, Spike. Are you okay?

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chipswiththat
2016-05-05 04:35 pm UTC (link)

[ He looks at her with a quirked brow, mildly amused, mildly annoyed — whether or not he knows that this is a dream is still uncertain, but he's not exactly surprised to see her. It makes sense that she's here, even if he isn't too happy about it. ]

What the hell are you doing in Sunnydale? [ You think he's going to be civil and answer your question? Of course not. ]

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	trappedinresin 2016-05-05 07:10 pm UTC (link)
	[The name is hardly familiar. At a loss, she lifts a finger up to her cheek in thought. What was she doing here?] I was looking for a friend. [Frowning, she glances back out over the unfamiliar club.] I guess she isn't here, though. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2016-05-06 05:29 am UTC (link)
	Wouldn't be, would she. [ He cocks his head, looking her over. ] And neither should you. There are real vampires here, you know. You could get hurt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trappedinresin 2016-05-07 09:44 pm UTC (link)
	[ . . . . ] You know, I wouldn't mind that so much if the hunter's association actually agreed with you. [She lowers her voice. There's a lot of people and she doesn't want to be overheard.] This doesn't seem like a vampire establishment... [If it is, maybe she shouldn't expect to see one of her friends here after all.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2016-05-09 04:43 am UTC (link)
	[ He snorts. ] Hunter's association. You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. This is California. This is my turf. You play by my rules here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	trappedinresin 2016-05-09 04:46 am UTC (link)
	[She gives him a dubious look] What rules are those supposed to be? [Also she has no idea where Kansas or California are. They don't even exist back home.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notrosesshadow 2016-05-04 10:51 pm UTC (link)
	Didn't quite expect to find myself six feet under mate. [Martha brushed the dirt out of her hair, though the action is forgotten as she realizes she can see better than she'd ever seen before.] Nor did I expect to find myself alive after finding myself buried... (Reply to this) (Thread)

	notrosesshadow 2016-05-05 02:55 pm UTC (link)
	[A pause as she listens. No heartbeat.] Animate then. Not possible. Not where I'm from. [A hand goes up to her throat to feel a scar that isn't there.] Who did then? And why are you even here? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)