breakmychest

[Spike's voice is tight and a little wavery, though he's trying not to panic.]

Buffy's room is empty. What-- where is she? What happened? She can't just leave. We were just--

Please someone tell me there's another explanation for this. Tell me she's all right.

I need her.

[Spike sits in front of the camera, scowling. He's wearing a black t-shirt with safety pins stuck into it and various silver rings, plus a silver chain around his neck. His hair is bleached as usual.]

This is bollocks, you know. The whole school deal. They're just trying to grind out little mindless automatons that'll be good little cogs in the machine of society. They don't care about us learning. Just grinding out our little quirks and independent thoughts until we fit in.

Bugger that. I may go to classes and play their little games, but I don't give a crap about society, and I'm plenty happy not fitting in.

Might do this place good to have a broken cog. Shake things up a bit.

[He lights a cigarette and leans back, putting his feet on the table.]

Not that they'd ever appreciate it. Too busy being scandalized by anything different.

Stupid, mindless gits.


[ooc: William "Spike" Pratt is a senior at Westerberg High. He's sort of a rebel/troublemaker type if you couldn't tell. Feel free to mock him!]