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paradisa2012-08-04 12:43 pm
gottaknockhard) wrote in paradisa2012-08-04 12:43 pm
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[Spike finally reached his limit. Well, his new limit; the one he set after he reached the last one. The castle took it a few steps too far when it started making him fall in love with random residents, then followed it up by screwing with his memories and giving him new ones that would bring him nightmares for the rest of his life. There's no way he's going back there. -- He's currently lying on a bench in town, where he's been sleeping for more than a week just to avoid anything related to the castle. Which has worked, but as a consequence gave him an obscenely sore neck. No plan is ever perfect.
He takes off his jacket to use as a pillow when he notices the journal still stuck inside it.]
You again. [He could have sworn he threw it into the duck pond on his way out. But since he's stuck with it, that could be a sign... Maybe there's another reason he's having trouble sleeping. Against his better judgment, he sits up and rubs his neck. Then he finally opens the journal and pulls out something to write with.]
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(People he was in lo-...)
[-ve with...... His pen stops halfway through writing the filter and his expression turns sour.]
... Eugh.
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[Turns out, he still doesn't want to deal with it. Scowling at himself, he uses the journal to block the sun from his eyes and lies back down on the bench.]
Whatever.
He takes off his jacket to use as a pillow when he notices the journal still stuck inside it.]
You again. [He could have sworn he threw it into the duck pond on his way out. But since he's stuck with it, that could be a sign... Maybe there's another reason he's having trouble sleeping. Against his better judgment, he sits up and rubs his neck. Then he finally opens the journal and pulls out something to write with.]
---
(People he was in lo-...)
[-ve with...... His pen stops halfway through writing the filter and his expression turns sour.]
... Eugh.
---
[Turns out, he still doesn't want to deal with it. Scowling at himself, he uses the journal to block the sun from his eyes and lies back down on the bench.]
Whatever.
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