Xander Harris (thexandman) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-02-10 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ruby, xander harris |
Who: Xander and Ruby!
Where: L.A streets.
When: Sunday night.
Why: Xander is hungry. He demands food. Unfortunately, that means that he has to actually go out and get some.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete.
"Okay, so taking off in the middle of a nightmare like this one for the sugary goodness that is chocolate? Not such a good idea after all." Xander was talking to himself. He was walking down a dark, possibly dangerous, yet definitely creepy street, and he was talking to himself. It was something that he found that he did often over the past few years when he was alone and terrified, and it was also something that never really did comfort him in the way that it was supposed to. But what was a hungry guy to do? He couldn't just sit around all night and wish for food. He had to go and get it! And if getting himself something tasty to eat resulted in his painfully slow death, then Xander figured that he'd hold no grudges against the evil thing that killed him in the end. Why? Because at least he'd go out on a full stomach. And that was, as far as he was concerned, the only way to go.
It was a damn shame that he hadn't been able to find a convenience store that was actually open. How in the hell was he supposed to stock up on unhealthy snacks if no one would sell them to him? Grumbling under his breath, Xander slipped his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and ran his finger along the jagged edge of his poorly whittled stake. It wasn't as sharp as it could have been, but he knew that it would get the job done if it had to. It all kind of depended on him when it came down to it. Now, personally, Xander would have preferred to have been armed with something a little more dangerous. A crossbow, maybe a nicely polished sword...but since the library stocked with Giles' weapons was kind of out of reach, Xander knew he'd have to settle for his stake. "Or a twinkie. God, please, give me some twinkies!" Xander kept walking for a short while until he spotted what might have been a candy machine. Expression brightening considerably, he quickly turned in that direction and began digging around in his pockets for some change. The best he could come up with was a crumpled up dollar. But hey! That's all he needed, right? After fighting with the machine to take his money, Xander took a moment to examine his options, decided on a Snickers bar, and punched in the numbers for his treat. The candy bar began to slide forward. And then? Something terrible happened. Eyes widening in horror, Xander stepped back. His back went rigid while his heart skipped what he could have sworn to be at least three beats at a time. How could this have happened? Why? Why now? Why to him? What had he ever done to deserve this?
Xander's candy bar was stuck. Wedged between the pack of Twix and a bag of Fritos, the Snickers bar desperately clung itself along the wiring that kept it from falling into Xander's hands. "No! Come on! Don't do this to me!" Xander rammed his shoulder against the machine, kicked at it, and even grasped onto each side of the machine and gave it a rough shake. Nothing. He was out of luck.