21 February 2012 @ 01:40 am
Arrival )

[Action - Throughout the Town - Early Morning]
[ His wife told him he had to go to work. He told her that he didn't have a job, not the kind she was harping about anyway. Hell, he didn't even know who she was, or the brats that were his supposed children. She wasn't having any of that though. She was smiling even more audaciously, and he assumed this was how she showed irritation. There was no winning, it seemed, so he decided to roll with the waves.

He still wasn't planning on going to work. There were plenty of reasons. Biggest one? He had no idea where he was.

So. Step one. Find what the hell this place is. Spike decides to hit the concrete. His coat is draped over his shoulder, and he's giving everything a once over. Needless to say, he does not look impressed. Rather bored, actually, like he's been kidnapped ten times over and this was nothing new.

He's trying to be inconspicuous, but he has a green jewfro and a slump as wide as a camel's back. So.

[Action - Grocery Store - Late afternoon]
[ Spike eventually finds himself buried deep within the confines of the Grocery Store. He's propped up against a wall, his face buried in a magazine. Occasionally his eyes will linger away from the magazine, but only for a second before diving right back in.

It doesn't look like he's here to buy anything. Actually, from the rather heavy bag at his side, it appears as if he's already checked out. Spike is not hiding this fact whatsoever. It also doesn't look like he's going to be shoplifting today either. He's got all the necessities. Nope - all he plans on doing is sitting back to read every last magazine on the shelf, no matter how bland and uninteresting the content is.

He is currently on Ladies' Home Journal. Exciting stuff.