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luckyvalentine) wrote in
paradisa2012-03-16 10:36 am
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-74- You Better Run
[she hasn't paid too much attention to whatever is currently making people freak out. She's had a lot of other things on her mind, after all. ...But, hearing that Zelman is sick or something is enough to make her curious, heading down to the clinic to check it out.
It's probably nothing, and it will give her something to taunt him about later.
She doesn't expect him to even actually be there, however. So, finding out that the rumors are true is disconcerting, finding him actually unconscious is downright worrying... but that's nothing compared to the creeping horror caused by spotting what looks like a bruise on his arm.
It takes her a second, chills running over her skin before the memory fully clicks... but when it does, the open journal nearby catches a little gasp--]
Oh no... No, it can't be...
[she spots the journal and scrabbles for it!]
[filtered to Spike]
Spike! Spike, wake up! [just automatically playing the odds that he's being lazy when he really needs not to be]
[[ooc: open over the journal, or in person at the clinic!]]
It's probably nothing, and it will give her something to taunt him about later.
She doesn't expect him to even actually be there, however. So, finding out that the rumors are true is disconcerting, finding him actually unconscious is downright worrying... but that's nothing compared to the creeping horror caused by spotting what looks like a bruise on his arm.
It takes her a second, chills running over her skin before the memory fully clicks... but when it does, the open journal nearby catches a little gasp--]
Oh no... No, it can't be...
[she spots the journal and scrabbles for it!]
[filtered to Spike]
Spike! Spike, wake up! [just automatically playing the odds that he's being lazy when he really needs not to be]
[[ooc: open over the journal, or in person at the clinic!]]

clinic forever
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Oh, uh...
[just space lobsters. nothing of interest, really.]
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I'm good with a subject. You don't even need a predicate.
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[sure doesn't look like a doctor. But, then again, she knew a hawk that could talk. Anything's possible.]
And, it's just a guess...
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What's wrong?
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[the worst lie]
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[and in a couple minutes, he is, meter hanging from his belt as always] What's going on? .... Oh no, is Zelman getting worse? [he peers at the blotch on his arm] … That sure as hell wasn't there the other day.
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That mark has gotten bigger??
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Faye
...What is it?
Crowley
Crowley, have you... seen anything weird running around here?
Faye
Crowley
Are you sure?
[this is important!]
Faye
Faye, what's going on?
Crowley
...There's an alien in the castle.
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Crowley forever
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Faye
Yeah?
[Only tentative concern here. If this is about her ashtray again, he's going back to sleep.]
Spike
Spike! That... that thing! I think it's here!
Faye
[He's preparing to be annoyed, if that doesn't come across already.]
Spike
[voice cranking up an even more paranoid notch]
...From the ship!
Faye
[Pausing long enough to make her think he's getting it ... but then he just responds in the flattest voice ever.]
What the hell are you talking about.
Spike
[she almost fell for it, too. well, at least she also sounds pissed-off now]
The alien! The one that attacked us!
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