The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander ( was staring at him... )
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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. ]
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. )
izzyalienqueen, Best. Roomie. Ever. OOC = AOK.]
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. )
saltandammo {pause for gender confusion}, beaucoup merci.]
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: )
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.]1ordinarygirl for great yay. No IC interaction, yaddayadda-bingbang, OOC quite welcome.]
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fh_alumni. Reposted here just for completeness' sake.]
( Welcome back to the Hellmouth )
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. )
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