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[Jet used to say life goes in cycles, but to Spike, here it's more like a spiral. Lose everything you never really had until you're left with the nothing you started with -- all those ways of thinking that make you a productive member of society. Just wait around for the next suicide mission to pop up and spend the meantime catching up on some sleep. As it happened, Brock's cabin was conveniently left up for grabs, and Spike found his nice little getaway to not give a damn in.

After briefly getting cheered up by the mischief of the 'new gang' in town, he returns with a case of beer to the only place that has nothing but solitude to offer. Sure, it could still use a big TV and a fridge full of food, maybe a decent fan to get some of that musk out of there, but he isn't in the mood to be picky.

It's only after he makes himself comfortable on the couch that he hears something off to the side... Movement catches his eye, and he automatically draws his gun. In the shuffling that follows, the journal falls out of nowhere and opens just in time to pick up a screeching animal and the hollow sound of empty cans scattering to the ground from a nearby pile.]

Hey! [Gunshots fire, but from his shouting, it sounds like he only succeeded in scaring something away.] Sonofabitch... Raccoons now.

[So he'll admit to some drawbacks in this brilliant plan. Maybe the castle is trying to make a point with that journal he sees on the ground and reluctantly reaches for. Everything's always got to be complicated.] Might have had better luck with a tent. Can you wish up bear traps, or is that against the rules?

[Good job checking in, Spike.]

Comments

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Watch, as I keel over, stricken with not surprised.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'd been wondering what that would take.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, I don't feel like telling you how to off me. Weird, right?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Not really, if you're that nervous about me.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

I make it a point not to tell anyone how to kill me, it's not a wise move.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Must be some trick.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

What, killing me?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Yeah. If it's that big of a secret.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Are you telling me you know?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Heh. He's just fine with staying on this subject.]

I'm not totally inexperienced.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley smells BS]

Oh yes, because you did so well last time, with the punching. That's exactly how you fight a demon.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[The punching was the best part of his day.]

Didn't hurt?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Not long enough to give you any sense of satisfaction.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Too bad. I could have used a pick-me-up.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

I can pick you up, if you don't mind where I drop you.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

I'll bet you could.

[Since he always makes good on his threats.]

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is the BEST at that, after all]

Perhaps somewhere with jagged rocks on the bottom?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Let me know when you figure that out.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

I'll come to your door, even.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure to be home then.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Figured out a way to get back, have you?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[...don't call him on accidentally talking like the castle replaced it.]

Not yet.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Working on it, are you?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Somehow I don't feel that motivated.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Now that's just plain laziness.