For tvk. Don't blame me. >>

[forgivethemtheirpain]

1)

*You're on your way... somewhere, when you see a girl waving at you from the beach.*

Wow, look at the ocean here! It's so nice, isn't it? ♥

2)

*Maybe you've walked in on Lucia -- in her room, in the shower, whatever. Maybe she's walked in on you. Maybe you tripped and fell on her. In any case, it's probably a huge misunderstanding, but...*

PERVERT!

*...that doesn't save you from the slap, broom, or flung bucket coming your way.*

3)

Blah, blah, blah. I know I got my homework in late! Isn't it more important to be fighting Shadows and getting home, anyway? I shouldn't even have to do this!

4)

No matter what I do or how powerful I'm supposed to be... I can't do a thing to get us out of here. This is wrong, isn't it?

Gummed Up, Brain Dead [For mayfield_rpg ]

[tigerstriped]

I. Action;






[The hounds are at Spike's door, and he's not in the mood for a lobotomy, so Spike has to cut the lawn today.

Passersby will definitely notice the very uneven, curvy line cut through Spike's lawn, ending abruptly in the middle. The lawnmower has been thrown on the ground, left unattended in a big pile of grass. It's like whoever tried to cut the lawn just gave up and wandered away to go do something else.

Spike is laying out on his back, sprawled along the gangly grass beneath him. There is a book on his chest and a cigarette in his mouth. He is staring up into the sky, his hands behind his head. He doesn't appear to be staring at anything in particular, just zoning out into the vast cerulean sky. As if drowning in thought.]

II. Action;






[ Anyone outside might see Spike coming home from work. He'll be holding both his coat and his briefcase over his shoulder in one hand, the other shoved into his pocket. Every once in awhile he'll stop to look at his surroundings, his expression as beige as his suit. ]

III. Phone;







Anyone know how to make actual suits?

Not the kind everyone's wearing. Brown sharkskin. Not my style. That store in the middle of town is a crock too, everyone with half a brain knows that. Guess I'm getting pretty desperate.

[ There's a soft simmer and a long exhale. Then - ]  I want a leisure suit, something comfortable. I can pay extra, but don't go thinking I'm a pushover. I know a highway robbery when I see one.