[ It's after nightfall when he makes his first transmission, screen mostly dark save for the glowing cherry of a lit cigarette and whatever small light that spills in over the edge of the marble stone. It's enough to catch slicked back blond hair, the vague outline of a muscular man in his mid-twenties.
No jumpsuit here. He took care of that as soon as he realized the sun wasn't trying to set him on fire. ] Gotta say… I'm not much liking this trend of bein' whisked away to some secret location without my say-so. Sure, some blokes might find it romantic and spontaneous, but I've always been a big fan of bein' the one to do th' whiskin'. Makes me feel all manly inside.
Nice digs you got here, by the way. All bottom of the ocean… beats a sardine can any day. I mean, you can say a lot about the nazis but they sure didn't put any bowling alleys in their submarines.
[ He pauses to take a drag, face temporarily lit up by the embers. As human as they come, this one. ] Plenty of rations though… and that's another thing you got right about this place. Plenty of little Happy Meals on legs, just walkin' around… warms the cockles of your heart, really.
So… I only got one question.
[ Another drag, the smoke released through a toothy grin.] Who
do you kill for fun around here?
[ ACTION ] [ After making the transmission (and making sure for at least the fifth time that he can slip back into game face again) Spike leaves his comfortable spot in Sector 5 to wander night-time Marina. Or rather,
prowl because this vampire hasn't eaten since before the Initiative snatched him up and after that whole debacle he's not too keen on resorting to blood bags just to ease his hunger. Oh no, something hot and fresh would be so much better... ]
((OOC: First bite has already been promised to Miranda, but he does have a
handy dandy permissions post for other bite and/or punching related inquiries! ))