deadpoet | First Stanza - [Action & Voice]

[Action, Locked to Willow]
[A few moments before Spike arrived, he and Illyria had just escaped most of the main action and a great big bloody dragon come out of nowhere. He'd lost track of Angel and Gunn. Wesley was dead. So now it was just the two of them. Until Spike suddenly came to the surface of the river, cursing as he suddenly started burning and then swimming back underwater again until he could hide under the shade of the bridge. A bloody tiny bridge. And here he was with only a pair of white pants, now failing to hide much of anything, as he ended up STUCK in this tiny shadow. There was a book in the sunlight that was just out of reach. As the day passed on, it continued to get further away from him as the sun shifted the shadows further and further away.

What bollocks.

He decided he'd just wait until the first person came across the bridge and get their attention. That ought to do it.]

[Action/Voice, Open To All]

[Well, Willow took him 'home'. And he rather decided he liked it. Of course, a vamp can't make himself good and comfy without the proper accouterments. So after taking a nice long shower in House Seven, perusing the kitchen, and no doubt making his new housies terrible uncomfortable, he makes his way out as soon as it's evening. In his New Feather pants at first, because what else was there? But his first stop is the clothing store and he's soon back into slimming back. And then it's off to pick out a fancy weapon, get some blood at Good Spirits, find some smokes, recollect his lighter, and then snoop around town because he knows a certain old flame is around here. ~~Not you, Buffy.~~

Around midnight, he hits up the journal after finally recollecting it from beside the bridge.]

This is a nice little village you lot have here. Very cozy. Has a certain quality to it, you might say. Very Shyamalan-type setting. Too cheerful. Downright unsettling, if you ask me.

Anyway, who do I talk to for the big plan? I've done my sitting around already. Relaxing, sure. Not too fond of the wings. Too ironic for my taste. But I'm ready to go and find the wankers who locked us up in here and do something about it. Champion of the people, right here. Just point me in the right direction.

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[And she utterly gasps--even if there's a wild glint of amusement in her eyes.]

THAT is a curse word! [A word she was explicitly told not to say. She can't help it if she hears it though, right?] But you're right! I am Rapunzel. What's your name?

[The look of disbelief he gets her is a compilation of both her identity and her gasping like a five year old about his use of foul language. Really?]

Spike. And what do you mean, you're Rapunzel?

Spike? That's a weird name! I like it. [She's quite partial to weird names.] And I mean...I'm Rapunzel! That's who I am. Girl with the long hair who lived in a tower, right?

Right. I'll be needing more of these, won't I?

[He grabs another pack of cigarettes. Or perhaps two.]

Ohhh, what do they do? [She picks up a pack curiously.] Maybe I should try some!

Sorry, nibblet, they're for adults only.

Oh, I'm an adult! Eighteen, in fact. What's a nibblet? Is it a cookie?

[Eighteen. Really.]

No. It's not a cookie.

Oh. [Okay, fine.] So, I can try some, right? Since I'm an adult?

Well I'm not going to stop you. Help yourself. Mind your breathing. First time's always a bitch.

My breathing...?

[She takes one out of the pack curiously and examines it. So it's like some kind of candy, right? It sort of smells bad.]

Well, here it goes!

[And she slowly starts to move the cigarette towards her open mouth--not to be held between her lips, but to be taken a bite out of. She looks a little unsure about this.]

Oh for... you don't bite it, you idiot.

[He pops one out of his pack, sticks it in his mouth, and lights it up.]

[And promptly she swipes it right out of his mouth and throws it on the ground.]

What did--you just--started that on FIRE! Are you crazy?

Hey! [It's too late. The cigarette is gone. And he looks pissed.]

Watch yourself, little girl. You're damned lucky those are free. You don't grab a smoke from a man's mouth like that. No matter how bad you might think it is.

[What, what WHAT DID HE JUST CALL HER.]

Excuse me? I am NOT a little girl. And you could have started this whole building on fire! I think you need to learn a little responsibility!

Look, princess, if you're going to act like a child? Then you better bloody well be prepared to be treated like one. Now I'm going to light another smoke. No touching this time.

[And he does just that. Guarded in case he has to pull her off him.]

[Oh, no. She will not take that. But can tell she won't be able to swat the fiery stick out of his mouth now, so...]

Then you had better leave this establishment at once!

[Inhale. And then he exhales some smoke at her.]

I don't see a sign saying that I can't.

[Rapunzel sputters and waves her hand at the smoke. HOW RUDE. She will not stand for this. She puts on her Extra Angry face.]

Listen here, buster! You must be new around here. Because around here? We believe in a little thing called politeness, and you are being very much the opposite of polite! And--you might cause a fire! So you'd better leave before I make you!

Now this I've got to see. By all means, bit, make me leave.

[Standing in his ground. Smirking and waiting.]

ALRIGHT! Then! You asked for it you, you--scoundrel!

[And Rapunzel starts to unwind her hair.]

[Just this face.]

[Giver her a moment.

Okay, she's got a sizable length of hair to work with now. So she'll lightly jump back and toss a lasso at Spike.]

[It's so ridiculous that he didn't even try to dodge for a lack of knowing what she was even trying until it happened.]

... you're joking, right?

Do I look like I'm joking? Huh, mister? Do I?

[She gives her hair a good, hard tug to tighten the not before she attempts to drag him towards the door.]

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