Spike (william_pratt) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-08-22 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Spike, John Mitchell and open to other curious/worried people.
Where: Building 1, top floor.
What: The start of the Body Swap with Samir Marcus and John Mitchell.
When Thursday morning.
Rating: Medium/R.
Status: In progress/open.
Spike had been trying to mind his own business, he really had. After his fateful meeting with the oldest Winchester kid, he had resorted to stringing the days together in a haze of red wine, an endless Ramones medley and his comfortable bed. Just like always saved for the days when he didn't have a world to save or destroy or a Slayer to save or kill. Laziness, it was a virtue for people like him. Damn right it was.
But when a deafening explosion rocked the very walls of his bedroom and plenty of dust crept underneath the crack of his door, not even Spike could just sit there and do nothing. After fighting the disorientation and the whistling in his ears, Spike leaped to his feet, prepared for action. But damn him if he just ... stared at the new hole in his wall. And the person beyond that. What? And after fighting his sudden silent state of mind, a waterfall of words just poured out. "If you wanted some bloody attention, there's other bloody ways to do that, you know. What are you, bloody starving for it? That's my hole! That's my bloody wall," the man said, pointing wildly at ... well. Nothing , anymore.