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01 [Holo | Sanctuary] Arrival Post
Mar. 13th, 2012 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
loves_bitchIt was good to feel clean again.
For a while there, he wasn't at all sure he was ever going to be able to scrub all of the gunk off of him. The demon itself had been dangerous and had bled out all over him but there'd also been some sort of goo that hardened into a sticky shell. It was a good thing that Spike didn't have to breathe because he'd been elbow deep in demon guts and his mouth had mostly been sealed shut more than once. Not that it had stopped him from throwing in a good comment or two as only appropriate in a good fight. Getting the gunk out from beneath his fingernails and out of his hair had been the hardest to manage. He wasn't about to be sealed over, candy-coated in lime green for weeks. Still, having run this, albeit fancy, hotel out of all of their hot water, he's happy with what he's managed to accomplish toward getting squeaky clean.
"It'll bloody well have to do, won't it?" Spike shakes his head, as he comments to the rubber ducky he'd brought into the bubble bath for the first portion of the scrub down. Wrapping the towel about himself, he is thankful for the fact that this place also has really posh accouterments - the big towel is fluffy and long. Reaching out to grab another one, he dries his hair with it briefly, before wrapping it around his head. "It isn't like I have anyone to impress other than m'self today and, well, I must say it was a fine night's work I did there, Mr. Quackers. Not that I didn't do a bad job of managing that. Saved the city from danger they didn't even know they were in, earned an excellent day’s wages and scored this fantastic hotel room."
Stepping out of the bathroom, Spike stops as he is quite distinctly no longer in that fancy hotel. He's in a place that looks more than a little like the Initiative’s vibe but at the same time it isn't. He's seen a lot of prisons of different kinds in his time but this is something else entirely. "What the bloody, buggering hell is this place? It certainly is not a posh hotel room." The fact that he's there in two towels and holding a rubber ducky doesn't seem to bother him at all. Looking up, he frowns and moves toward the cellphone looking thing and away from whatever that is over where he was standing. "Riiiight. Right. Another day in the unlife."
For a while there, he wasn't at all sure he was ever going to be able to scrub all of the gunk off of him. The demon itself had been dangerous and had bled out all over him but there'd also been some sort of goo that hardened into a sticky shell. It was a good thing that Spike didn't have to breathe because he'd been elbow deep in demon guts and his mouth had mostly been sealed shut more than once. Not that it had stopped him from throwing in a good comment or two as only appropriate in a good fight. Getting the gunk out from beneath his fingernails and out of his hair had been the hardest to manage. He wasn't about to be sealed over, candy-coated in lime green for weeks. Still, having run this, albeit fancy, hotel out of all of their hot water, he's happy with what he's managed to accomplish toward getting squeaky clean.
"It'll bloody well have to do, won't it?" Spike shakes his head, as he comments to the rubber ducky he'd brought into the bubble bath for the first portion of the scrub down. Wrapping the towel about himself, he is thankful for the fact that this place also has really posh accouterments - the big towel is fluffy and long. Reaching out to grab another one, he dries his hair with it briefly, before wrapping it around his head. "It isn't like I have anyone to impress other than m'self today and, well, I must say it was a fine night's work I did there, Mr. Quackers. Not that I didn't do a bad job of managing that. Saved the city from danger they didn't even know they were in, earned an excellent day’s wages and scored this fantastic hotel room."
Stepping out of the bathroom, Spike stops as he is quite distinctly no longer in that fancy hotel. He's in a place that looks more than a little like the Initiative’s vibe but at the same time it isn't. He's seen a lot of prisons of different kinds in his time but this is something else entirely. "What the bloody, buggering hell is this place? It certainly is not a posh hotel room." The fact that he's there in two towels and holding a rubber ducky doesn't seem to bother him at all. Looking up, he frowns and moves toward the cellphone looking thing and away from whatever that is over where he was standing. "Riiiight. Right. Another day in the unlife."
