Who: Spike and OPEN What: Being a pain in the ass When: 2 o'clock PM Where: Common Room Rating: PG
At 1 o'clock, the television was Spike's. He didn't care who was in the common room, he was building his army and defending it. It was General Hospital time, favorite time of the day since Passions went off the air. That'd been the worst, boy was it hard now to get his rubber monster quota filled. That said, it was also the quietest hour in Spike's day.
But, all good things must come to an end, and after it had, he relinquished his already tentative control of the boob tube and headed his way over to sit somewhere in the back of the room. After you spent enough time scraping by on the street and putting up with homeless and junkies, it wasn't all that different in a nuthouse. And, unlike his stints in skid row, there were people who had to come to your damn rescue here. It was like an all expenses paid trip to Disneyworld.
But he was kind of bored, and the man didn't do so nicely with it. Oh well! Time to liven things up. It was what he was good at, after all.
"Did you hear that?" Spike burst out at random, giving the corners of the room a frantic-looking study though he definitely wasn't hearing a damned thing but random drug-induced banter, "They're in the walls. I hear them scratching... clawing... digging their way through!"
He got a dirty look or two and ignored them. Apathy was his drug, and he loved messing with the paranoids. It really didn't didn't take much. Spike hollowed his cheeks and hopped up from his seat again to wander over to the wall and make a big show of pressing his ear to it. Not appeased by that alone, he reached out to tap at someone nearby.