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taxonomites2013-07-22 10:01 pm
loves_bitch) wrote in taxonomites2013-07-22 10:01 pm
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10 - Spare a little something for a man in need...? [Visual]
Spike appears on everyone's tablets. He's not wearing the jacket, since he's still trying to figure out how to fix it from the demon fight. It feels a little strange to be without it but he's still a fashionable man. The true difference, though, is that he looks almost a little bashful, perhaps nervous. It doesn't help that his movements aren't entirely correct and that he still seems injured.
"So, this most recent crisis has made me realize that I should probably ask for some help. While I've been here, I've been hunting deer in the forest for food," Spike pauses and glances down toward his feet for a few moments, "I'm not healing as I'm used to and I think it's the thin blood. I know that there's some official something or other but I haven't been paying it much mind."
He clears his throat and looks more directly at the tablet, pulling himself together, "So if anyone feels like donating once in awhile, I'd appreciate it." Uncertain how to go any further, he waves his hand vaguely in the air and turns off his the transmission.
Or at least he thinks he does. The tablet keeps broadcasting him for a little while longer, apparently making his way, hobbling, through Sanctuary.
"So, this most recent crisis has made me realize that I should probably ask for some help. While I've been here, I've been hunting deer in the forest for food," Spike pauses and glances down toward his feet for a few moments, "I'm not healing as I'm used to and I think it's the thin blood. I know that there's some official something or other but I haven't been paying it much mind."
He clears his throat and looks more directly at the tablet, pulling himself together, "So if anyone feels like donating once in awhile, I'd appreciate it." Uncertain how to go any further, he waves his hand vaguely in the air and turns off his the transmission.
Or at least he thinks he does. The tablet keeps broadcasting him for a little while longer, apparently making his way, hobbling, through Sanctuary.