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bleached_wonder (bleached_wonder) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-22 18:32:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day 30, faith lehane, spike

Who: Spike and Open :)
When: Day 30
What: Spike Arrives
Rating: PG-13 a little bad mouth
Status: Incomplete

Spike growled as he crouched low in the shade of a building, fully aware it was broad daylight around him. And he had no idea where he was, it seemed to be some big lakeside resort place. Just the kind of place Spike did not want to be.

Angel had said something about something big going down, so he'd been on his way to check it out. Taken a nap while waiting for Angel, and now here he was, in some sunny resort place. Evil was at foot, he decided, feeling a warmth on the back of his neck as his instincts screamed at him that sunlight was not a good thing right now. "

He couldn't smell anything untoward near him, or see anyone right now for that matter, but it was plain that there were quite a number of humans living her, a few interesting smelling ones too. He looked around him, dashing for the building's door, he didn't really want to burn to dust right now.

He hit the door at speed, thanking whoever looks out for souled vampires that he wasn't dust. "Bollocks!" He yelped as he felt the tingle on his elbow spotting a flame, he patted it out double time with a low hiss. Before taking in his surrounds, he was in a patch of shade in a brightly lit corridor with rooms on. "And where in hell am I?" He asked himself, scowling at his new surroundings. "Oi, pouf, if this is a joke you'd better pack it up now.. peaches?" He called hopefully, maybe Angel wasn't in on this. "Anyone?" He shouted, he couldn't hear anyone to close by.

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bleached_wonder
2009-02-20 03:32 pm UTC (link)

He smiled, one eyebrow cocked amusedly as he flopped down on his bed as seating, lounging comfortably on it, flicking his ash onto the floor. Flicking his boots off easily, and toeing his socks off afterwards, stretching his toes relaxedly out. Looking at her in the door way, amusement spreading across his face as he fanned his hands out.

"Come in, make yourself at home slayer." He was well familiar at needing an invite into somewhere. But normally he wasn't the one giving the invite, it was him flirting, thralling, or threatening an invite somewhere, or working Dru to the point that she would enthrall a household member into letting them in. It was always a beautiful thing to watch Dru work her magic.

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