river_meimei: (face the dark alone)
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This city's never fully dark. There's no star-spangled black in this sky, not even the close second-best that a clear atmosphere sometimes arches overhead; here the light pollution is ubiquitous, and the sky's a hazy humid grey under sulfurous street-lamps.

But it's night. Night, and growing later.

When there's nowhere else to go, you keep

(flying)

running. One step behind, one step ahead.

River's looking for something. A key, a rose, a door.

But here, in the city that (as they proudly say) never sleeps, it's anyone's guess what she might find. And what she won't.

Date: 2007-09-09 03:44 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (sucks to be you)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*There's a pause.*

You've never watched a single action movie ever in your life, have you.

Date: 2007-09-09 03:49 am (UTC)
bloodandnicotine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] bloodandnicotine
Spike blinks.

It doesn't help.

"Of course I bloody have. They're full of explosions, and people dying. And explosions." He pauses. "And sometimes nunchucks. Bit of a busman's holiday, really."

Date: 2007-09-09 03:54 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 3)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Over the phone, Andrew's voice is now exasperated.*

So how have you not figured out yet that anytime you say 'not now' to somebody twice in succession, it's always important?

Date: 2007-09-09 04:04 am (UTC)
bloodandnicotine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] bloodandnicotine
"I don't listen to the dialogue." Spike says, while making what he hopes is a placating, non-nunchuck-using, please-don't-run-away-I'll-be- done-with-the-nonsense-babbling-bloke-in-a-minute face.

"Wait. I don't know what you're talking about," he says to Andrew. He looks at the girl. "I don't know what you're talking about." He hands her the phone. "You're perfect for each other."

Date: 2007-09-09 04:12 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (huh?)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
...

*There's a rather startled pause.*

Um.

Hi.

Who's this?

Date: 2007-09-09 04:21 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (stare)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
*Beat.*

*Incredulous:*
River?

Date: 2007-09-09 04:23 am (UTC)
bloodandnicotine: (blueeyedboy)
From: [personal profile] bloodandnicotine
"You know him?"

Andrew obviously had a more interesting social life than Spike thought.

Date: 2007-09-09 04:37 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 3)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
Okay, River -- you can trust Spike, okay? He's a friend of mine. I'm gonna ask him to bring you here, and then I'll try and take you through to Milliways. Okay?

Date: 2007-09-09 04:47 am (UTC)
bloodandnicotine: (Default)
From: [personal profile] bloodandnicotine
Something just happened. Spike puts the phone to his ear as if it might bite.

"Yeah?" he says cautiously.

Date: 2007-09-09 04:51 am (UTC)
stilljustandrew: (serious 1)
From: [personal profile] stilljustandrew
I'm heading home. Bring River and meet me there.

*Andrew doesn't get that clipped businesslike tone often.*

I don't know how she got here, but that can wait.

Date: 2007-09-09 05:00 am (UTC)
bloodandnicotine: (Spikesmug)
From: [personal profile] bloodandnicotine
Spike grins at River -- nice name -- across the handset. "Doesn't strike me as the sort of bint you bring anywhere unless she wants to come, mate. But I'll try."

He flips the phone shut and drops it in his pocket and then, in a parody of the manners of his human days -- offers her his arm. "May I walk you home?"

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