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[Preplayed with lilpunkinbelly; underpass stolen from
mparkerceo. *blames
krycekrat and
fh_anonymous for wheeEEEeeeeee* OOC quite welcome. ]
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notthewatcher: ( *pokes you* )
[Preplayed with lilpunkinbelly; underpass stolen from
mparkerceo. *blames
krycekrat and
fh_anonymous for wheeEEEeeeeee* OOC quite welcome. ]
The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander ( was staring at him... )
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. )
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: )
[Xander's arrival in Sunnydale is here, in fh_alumni. Reposted here just for completeness' sake.]
( Welcome back to the Hellmouth )