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paradisalogs2013-03-23 09:40 pm
gottaknockhard) wrote in paradisalogs2013-03-23 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
one too many mornings
Who: Spike Spiegel (gottaknockhard), Joshua Christopher (ofhope), and Lucrezia Borgia (heloise)
What: Story telling
When: Today
Where: The mansion
Rating: At least PG
It took a lot to convince Spike to do something he didn't want to do. Not many people could twist his arm, and even when they did, that would only encourage him to fight back more. Where most people would eventually grow out of that behavior, Spike had long accepted it as part of himself and thus it was nothing he cared to correct.
The situation with Joshua was one of those rare exceptions that he had trouble defining. Threats didn't usually work on him, but he found himself in a moral bind. His debts were stacking up against him, and for once, leaving things until they came tumbling down didn't hold a lot of appeal. He'd come to settle things, one way or another, before history started to repeat itself.
He pulled up to the mansion in the red convertible. Since he got it back, something seemed to change about it. Either he didn't trust anyone enough to leave it in one location, or the thing he thought it represented had been tarnished in some way. Whichever it was, he wasn't as reluctant to use it to get around as he had been.
Just like before, he walked up to the door and knocked. Only this time he came unannounced. If Joshua happened to not be home, he couldn't be blamed for not making the effort.
gottaknockhard), Joshua Christopher (ofhope), and Lucrezia Borgia (heloise)What: Story telling
When: Today
Where: The mansion
Rating: At least PG
It took a lot to convince Spike to do something he didn't want to do. Not many people could twist his arm, and even when they did, that would only encourage him to fight back more. Where most people would eventually grow out of that behavior, Spike had long accepted it as part of himself and thus it was nothing he cared to correct.
The situation with Joshua was one of those rare exceptions that he had trouble defining. Threats didn't usually work on him, but he found himself in a moral bind. His debts were stacking up against him, and for once, leaving things until they came tumbling down didn't hold a lot of appeal. He'd come to settle things, one way or another, before history started to repeat itself.
He pulled up to the mansion in the red convertible. Since he got it back, something seemed to change about it. Either he didn't trust anyone enough to leave it in one location, or the thing he thought it represented had been tarnished in some way. Whichever it was, he wasn't as reluctant to use it to get around as he had been.
Just like before, he walked up to the door and knocked. Only this time he came unannounced. If Joshua happened to not be home, he couldn't be blamed for not making the effort.