Rainbow Bites [Spike doing something altruistic? Perish the thought. As he hadn't been offered anything worthwhile to either set a lure or take care of any big nasties at the moment, he preferred not to. Too much work when he had to take the time to figure out the ins and outs of this place. Though, he supposed he should just be happy that he'd landed here and not in some whacked out Hell dimension. Though, the truth of the matter had yet to be sorted out, as far as he was concerned. 'Make a place for himself'? He'd had one, thank you.
Sort of.
It was a work in progress, all right? But it had been his. Even if he'd felt a little off now and then. Still, here he was and now he had to make do.]
[Red: It was bad enough finding himself in a new place with new... everything. But having these bloody gnats flying around, nipping at him as if he was food... it was bloody unbearable. It was all fun and games to see others getting nibbled on, but when he felt a nip on his finger, a large, red bug glutting itself on his blood, he'd smashed it with a paper and sat there trying to settle the sudden roiling he felt. It was... warm. And for an undead creature that tended to be a little on the cooler side, that was interesting all by itself. He sat there staring at the smear of red on his hand, a frown as he felt that heat start to simmer, rising through him like a flash of something all too familiar.]
[Blue: He'd opted to try to get back to where he was staying, to remove himself from whatever plague of Care Bear-style bugs were flitting around and sending everyone through a myriad of feelings. He'd just crossed the street when he felt another nip, stinging along the edge of the neck of his shirt, his hand lifting up to slap again. The crumpled remains of a blue insect smeared his hand as he looked down at it, wondering exactly what he was in store for this time.
And then it hit him. The realization that here he was, all alone, and so very far away from everything he'd ever known. No 'Passions'. No hellmouth. No Slayer. The sickening sensation of knowing that he was here, in a place without anything he knew or cared for had him slowly sinking down to his knees right there on the sidewalk. All the people he knew, whether he liked them or not, all gone. And for all he knew, not a one of them cared that he'd left.
He didn't cry, but he felt the prick of tears threaten and he wondered if it even mattered anymore. So what if he cried? So what if anyone saw? He didn't know these bloody wankers from a hole in the wall, and it was just as likely none of them cared a whit about him. So he sat there on his knees on the sidewalk, staring down at the concrete and wondering if he should just stay there until the sun came up or not.]
(Anger/Lust depends on the party tagging in, along with preferences. Feel free to PM for either prompt or to suggest another/add one of your own.)
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Spike
AGE: Rude INTERESTED IN: Birds SEEKING: Food. Or bedmates. Or both. ABOUT ME: Vampire. Big Bad. Not into puppies or kittens, unless being offered as a snack. Prefers a liquid diet, both of the blood and alcohol varieties. Not into beaches.
Spike | Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
[Spike doing something altruistic? Perish the thought. As he hadn't been offered anything worthwhile to either set a lure or take care of any big nasties at the moment, he preferred not to. Too much work when he had to take the time to figure out the ins and outs of this place. Though, he supposed he should just be happy that he'd landed here and not in some whacked out Hell dimension. Though, the truth of the matter had yet to be sorted out, as far as he was concerned. 'Make a place for himself'? He'd had one, thank you.
Sort of.
It was a work in progress, all right? But it had been his. Even if he'd felt a little off now and then. Still, here he was and now he had to make do.]
[Red: It was bad enough finding himself in a new place with new... everything. But having these bloody gnats flying around, nipping at him as if he was food... it was bloody unbearable. It was all fun and games to see others getting nibbled on, but when he felt a nip on his finger, a large, red bug glutting itself on his blood, he'd smashed it with a paper and sat there trying to settle the sudden roiling he felt. It was... warm. And for an undead creature that tended to be a little on the cooler side, that was interesting all by itself. He sat there staring at the smear of red on his hand, a frown as he felt that heat start to simmer, rising through him like a flash of something all too familiar.]
[Blue: He'd opted to try to get back to where he was staying, to remove himself from whatever plague of Care Bear-style bugs were flitting around and sending everyone through a myriad of feelings. He'd just crossed the street when he felt another nip, stinging along the edge of the neck of his shirt, his hand lifting up to slap again. The crumpled remains of a blue insect smeared his hand as he looked down at it, wondering exactly what he was in store for this time.
And then it hit him. The realization that here he was, all alone, and so very far away from everything he'd ever known. No 'Passions'. No hellmouth. No Slayer. The sickening sensation of knowing that he was here, in a place without anything he knew or cared for had him slowly sinking down to his knees right there on the sidewalk. All the people he knew, whether he liked them or not, all gone. And for all he knew, not a one of them cared that he'd left.
He didn't cry, but he felt the prick of tears threaten and he wondered if it even mattered anymore. So what if he cried? So what if anyone saw? He didn't know these bloody wankers from a hole in the wall, and it was just as likely none of them cared a whit about him. So he sat there on his knees on the sidewalk, staring down at the concrete and wondering if he should just stay there until the sun came up or not.]
(Anger/Lust depends on the party tagging in, along with preferences. Feel free to PM for either prompt or to suggest another/add one of your own.)
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