soldtoarmenians: (s7-3)

The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander was staring at him... )


[OOC: No, I didn't make Parker write this with me either. I did draft [ profile] lilpunkinbelly to fight by Xander's side, though, for which I squish her. Cut for length, images, spoiler, and more length. OOC comments both loved and feared. ]

soldtoarmenians: (s7)

January 28th, 2003

Usually if Xander was going to sneak off by himself -- not that he was the king of sneak these days since a) cellphone and b) everybody who needed to know knew where he was hiding -- he'd take his laptop and hit the Espresso Pump. Free wireless, all the coffee-flavored sugar he could suck down, and the open-air cafe thing gave him a front-row seat for keeping an eye on the stuff he really wasn't sneaking away from because hi, hellmouth. Not like you could get away from it.

But today he'd walked up to the coffee shop, taken one look inside, and with a sigh, turned right back around. Strike one hidey-hole, then. )

January 31st, 2003

"On the plus side, " Xander said... )
[Preplayed with [ profile] izzyalienqueen, Best. Roomie. Ever. OOC = AOK.]

soldtoarmenians: (s7)

November 12th, 2002, evening

Patrolling a cemetery by himself would be stupid, and Xander might be dumb sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. That's why he wasn't patrolling a cemetery by himself. He was just hanging around. In a cemetery. By himself.

Okay, not really. )

November 13th, 2002, very early morning

They sat in the wreck of the Summers living room and went around the circle )

November 21st, 2002

On reflection, Xander decided a week later... )
[IC non, OOC oui. La belle [ profile] saltandammo {pause for gender confusion}, beaucoup merci.]

soldtoarmenians: (s6-3)

Ten years from now if you ask Xander Harris what he remembers about today, it'll be the same things he could list off when he wakes up tomorrow. What's sharp and what's blurred won't change. It's utterly random and utterly not, less about meaning than it is about sounds, pictures, the feeling of wind whipping his clothes and slicing into his cheek as it passed.

These things will be clear: )

[OOC: Cut for length, images, stream-of-consciousness, character-deaths of the canon-but-not-exactly-as-they-happened-in-canon variety, violence, eww-factor, egregious offscreening of Giles and his badassitude of utter hotness, and preplayed lack of yellow crayon with the wondrous [ profile] willbedone. Links in the text are to summaries of the BtVS canon episodes Seeing Red, Villains, Two to Go and Grave (and these links are to the full transcripts), for those who never saw them or want a refresher, though obviously some things are happening differently here.]

soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)

Dear Parker and Bridge: )

The Magic Box, afternoon

Xander could hear the sound of the punching bag getting pummeled the minute he walked in the front door to the shop, which meant wow was somebody -- had to be Faith or Buffy -- hitting it hard. Like hard enough to collapse the frame if somebody wasn't holding it for her, whichever her it was.

"Hey, I'll vouch for the craftsmanship on that thing since I was crafty guy," he said as he pushed the door to the training room open, "but I didn't make it out of titantium or anything."

Buffy just grunted in greeting and punched the bag again. )

[OOC: Preplayed with [ profile] 1ordinarygirl for great yay. No IC interaction, yaddayadda-bingbang, OOC quite welcome.]
soldtoarmenians: (s5)
Five Things Xander Didn't Say To Buffy The Minute She Got Home

1. "WTF?"
2. "SPIKE?"

Five Things He Did Say

1. "How's your mom?"
2. "Are you okay?"
3. "I saved you some pizza."
4. "You feel up to looking at the Algebra homework?"
5. "Seriously, Spike?" Because it made her eyes get big for just a second, and then when he snickered, she stared for just long enough that he got worried before she broke down into the kind of laughter where the only other choice is bursting into tears, and then he got to put his arms around her and repeat 1 through 4, and she actually heard them this time.
soldtoarmenians: (1-worried)
Subject: Happy Anniversary

Dear Bridge: )

Then... (...omglong) )

Subject: Happy Anniversary

Dear Bridge: )
soldtoarmenians: (oldskool)

[Xander's arrival in Sunnydale is here, in [ profile] fh_alumni. Reposted here just for completeness' sake.]

Welcome back to the Hellmouth )

soldtoarmenians: (latin)

He'd found the package outside his door when he'd left the lobby on Friday afternoon, but the whole Shirtless Friday thing had kind of distracted Xander from a lot of stuff. Like unpacking half the boxes still scattered around his new room, or doing more than setting the wrapped package on his desk next to Jeremiah's tank.

Now, though, after sprinkling some dried don't-really-wanna-think-about-what-it-used-to-be into Jeremiah's tank, Xander reached for the flat, paper-wrapped package, and, after checking for anything obvious that looked like it might turn him blue or change him into a marmoset, pulled the paper off. Within was a framed manuscript page. )

...allergies, man. Totally allergies that made him sniff as he dug into the hardware box that he hadn't yet unpacked into a desk drawer, and found a set of dorm-safe adhesive frame hangers.

After that, though he'd planned on doing some more unpacking, Xander smiled, sat down at his desk, and typed out an e-mail: )

[ooc - Linkdroppy, not open for interaction. And this, chitlins, is why I usually do linkdrops every day instead of waiting. ZOMGWTFmightaswellberadio. The end.]

E-mail ahoy

May. 5th, 2006 03:03 pm
soldtoarmenians: (oldskool)
Subject: Graduation

Dear Buffy: )
Dear Xander: )
Dear Willow, love Buffy: )
Dear Buffy, love Willow: )
Dear Willow, love Buffy: )

Subject: Graduation

> It's Monday. Can you and Giles come?


your uninvited BFF
Dear Willow: )
Dear Xander: )


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