breakmychest

[GUESS WHO'S SMIRKING VISAGE IS ONCE AGAIN GRACING THE BARGE? That's right, it's Spike! He's back! And he's...actually not wearing black. Well, there's still the coat, of course, but his shirt's brown. His room's changed too. It's got pipes and metal all around, like it's something off of some awesome steampunk spaceship. Which, to be fair, it is.

He gives the Barge a lazy wave.]

So. What'd I miss?

[Filtered to Fred.]

You still here, pet? How've you been? And how long was I gone?

[Filtered to Buffy]

Told you I'd be back.

[Please still be here.]

[Andrew annoys Spike a lot most of the time. Still, he is part of the team, so after Andrew had been blissfully quiet for too long, Spike took it upon himself to make sure the boy was all right.

...he found a completely empty room that he could enter without an invite. He sighed, shook his head a little, then grabbed his communicator.]

Don't know how many of you knew him, but Andrew's buggered off without a word. Guess you can rest easy knowing he won't show up babbling about how you're fictional and he's read every single one of your comics. [And he'll never discover Spike's Buffy DVDs.]

You lot who are looking into the comas. Shouldn't you be trying to figure out why people keep vanishing as well? Seems a bit more dangerous than sleeping for a week.

[Warden Filter]

Who's Dracula's warden? We should talk.

[Private to Elphaba]

Been a while since we talked, hasn't it? How's the friend-making and nursing going? You need anything?

[Private to Buffy]

So, uh, I was thinking. Might be nice to, you know, spend some time together. Just us. Maybe in the CES. We could... have food. Or something.

[Yes, this is him asking Buffy out on a date. It's... not exactly coming out as he intended.]

[Spike's voice is husky and tired at first, but it gets stronger as he talks.]

...that nap was a bit longer than I expected. Take it this is what a Barge Coma is, then? How long was I out? And what did I miss?

[Locked to Elphaba]

Sorry I wasn't around, pet. Everything okay? And have you made any friends?

[Locked to Buffy]

How often did you visit me?

[Spike is sick of being in the infirmary. He's not really feeling healthy by any definition of the word, but he didn't get where he is today by letting things like that get in his way.]

Right. Checking myself out, doc!

[He doesn't wait for an answer before swinging his legs out of the bed. He gets hit by a wave of dizziness, but he puts a hand on the wall until it subsides. Then he grabs his coat and starts making his way slowly out of the infirmary. If any doctor tries to stop him, he will glare. He's not really over his death toll, but he's going to spend the rest of it in his own room with his own Passions DVDs. And he will make it, even if he has to stop a few times and take the elevator.]



[ooc: Open for replies over the journals, for which we can assume some elapsed time because he isn't responding until he reaches his destination, or spam from anyone in the medical room, near his room, or anywhere in between. Also, of course, open to horribly awkward hugs. Or non-awkward hugs, but those seem less likely.]

And just like that, no more Dru. Can't say I'll miss her, exactly, but I'd have liked it if she could've graduated. I mean, we had fun, back in the bad old days. Not saying I'd go back to being an evil killer. There's the soul-crushing guilt keeping me from that, and besides, I like being a hero. I'm way better at it than I ever was at being the Big Bad.

[He's quiet for a moment.]

Still, before she turned me, I was a bloody pathetic poofter. People were calling me "William the Bloody" started before I died, you know, and it wasn't because of anything violent. It was because my poetry was so bloody awful.

[Why did he say that? Spike doesn't tell anyone that. He had more to say, but he just shuts off the journal before he can. He's afraid of what might come out.]

[Guess who just reached School Hard in his Buffy rewatch? It was a weird experience. On the bright side, Spike comes off as very cool, and the part where he incinerated the Anointed One, well, he's just bloody badass. There's a small part of him that's flattered at the part where Angel talks about how terrifying an enemy he is. And of course, he and Buffy fight brilliantly together. Even if it's just actors, and it's... bloody weird. He's already decided that watching the commentary and such is more than he can take.

He also isn't crazy about seeing himself kill again. And watching Buffy with Angel, knowing how that'll turn out, seeing things he was clearly never meant to witness. Then there's Drusilla. The former love of his life, back when things were good between the two of them. Her being here is confusing and difficult and he wishes he weren't this affected. But he's always love's bitch, even if he's no longer in love with the woman in question.

God, he misses Buffy.]

So, who's found out they're fictional somewhere? And if you have, did you manage to find it? Did you bother looking? Was it... like your life?

[A pause.]

One of the new inmates, Drusilla, she's from my world. She's bloody insane and incredibly deadly. [It's one of those things he used to love about her.] I think she doesn't have a warden yet, so I guess you can talk to me if she gives you trouble. If anyone can help, it's me. Probably.

Well, that went a lot better than the last forced musical I was in. No casualties from this one?

( Private to Blair. )

( Private to Buffy. )

[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!]

bloodyhell

Or I could spar with someone. Any takers? Or people who want to come fight something else with me. I'm not picky.
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Rumor has it there are underground monsters. Or something.
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Feeling the need for some violence.
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