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Spike ([personal profile] idolpire) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-07-14 05:06 pm

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who: Spike and whomever
what: Getting his chip removed
when: 14 July and a few days after
where: Hospital, City
warnings: Likely language and possible violence/injury/blood. Will update if needed.

He'd been feeling off the last few days. Random spurts of pain niggling through his brain. He knew it was the chip, that pain was too familiar not to recognize, but he couldn't figure out the whys of it. He hadn't hurt anyone -- not recently. Not since their little night out on the town, and even then, he'd just been cleaning up after John, really. Lately, though, he'd been trying to keep himself out of trouble.

And it had been bloody boring. But the odd twinges and sparks of pain were nothing compared to the night he was out picking up a few snacks and was suddenly crippled with pain, dropping the bag he carried and screaming as he fell to his knees. Blood dripped steadily out of his nose, but he barely noticed it through the fireworks happening behind his eyes, bubbling in his brain. He heard voices calling out in concern, someone calling for a guard and a doctor, then there was, blissfully, nothing. Quiet. Unconsciousness was a lovely thing sometimes.

He woke up just before the sun started to peek over the horizon of the moon the next morning, assured by the nurses as he started to panic that the windows were specially treated, that they were aware of his 'condition' and he'd been roomed appropriately. He still flinched as the first rays crept over the bed and onto his blanket-clad foot, but there was no heat behind it. No sizzling sound of sun on impure flesh, no smoke drifting up to warn him of the flames to come. Right. Well. He still wanted the curtain closed. Habit, and all. Which then led him to asking why he was hooked up to machines and bags.

Apparently his chip had been malfunctioning. They couldn't rightly say if it was his trip through the portal or his mishap with that bloody chalice messing with his mind earlier, but either way, the chip had been degrading and would have killed him proper if left in. So they'd removed it.

It took him a moment of just staring at them before it sunk in, and he had to test that theory, leading him to lean over and pinch the arm of the doctor talking to him. Hard. Nothing. Well, nothing for him; the doctor had been pretty offended until he'd apologized and explained. But still. No chip. No leash. No bloody snipped bollocks anymore. He was smiling as he listened to the doctor telling him a bunch of medical hooplah that he didn't give a rat's ass about. No, what he wanted to do was to get out of here, but he was, unfortunately, stuck in place until the sun went down. Considering the news he'd just gotten, he was remarkably calm about that.

Why not? The Big Bad was back, after all. What was a day of waiting compared to that?

He'd wait in the hospital for the rest of the day, but come sundown, Spike was a free vampire. Finally. And he had an urge to do more than toe the line...



[*note: feel free to msg/pm me about any ideas or plans for bumping into him before/during his little collapse, or in the hospital, or afterward.]
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[personal profile] adiuvio 2017-07-16 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[John doesn't waste time driving to the hospital. He walks down the hall with his head down, fists clutched into loose fists, his face grim. People move out of his way. There might as well be a dark cloud hanging over his head, threatening to burst at any moment.

He hates hospitals. Always has. Always will. All he can see, smell, and taste, is the sick. Slow, and consumptive. More cruel than anything John could inflict with his own two hands. In Helen's last months he'd spent more time in the hospital than their own home. In some ways, it had been harder on him than her. She was the strong one.

John can't help but think of her as he looks for Spike, remembering her stillness, and her pale, as he watched over her in those final moments, comatose, surrounded by medicine and machinery. Peaceful, but still suffering, because of John's selfishness. His inability to let go, even after she had.

Part of him hadn't wanted to come. Not so soon. It feels like yesterday that he'd lost her, not here, but somewhere close enough. He's afraid of what he might see when he pushes open the door to Spike's room.

Just when John thought he had no one left to lose, no one who could be taken from him, he'd gone and made himself a friend. Someone else to inflict his curse upon. He'll never learn. That's John's curse upon himself.

He takes a breath and steps inside, closing the door behind him, and slowly lifts his eyes to look at the bed. At the man he'd shared drinks, laughter, and a bed with, more than once. If John looks afraid, it's because he is.]


Hey.
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[personal profile] adiuvio 2017-07-16 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
What the hell are you doing?

[Spike's only seen John angry once. When he was himself, but not himself. He's himself now, but there's no denying he's just as capable of anger. Moreso, if the look in his eyes is anything to go by.

The man who had shot up the lobby of the Riverview Regent hadn't been so connected to his emotions. His ability to feel restricted by his inability to be vulnerable. The man who was flying across the room to slap Spike's hand away from disconnecting the nearest machine is vulnerable, and driven by his feelings, and that's what makes him more desperate. More determined. More dangerous.]


Stop it!
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[personal profile] adiuvio 2017-07-19 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Forgot, huh?

[John's eyes scour Spike's face. He doesn't trust him. Not when it comes to taking care of himself. John knows Spike well enough to know he's got a self-destructive streak. They've got that in common.

The strength of Spike's grip is more of a relief than a threat. He doesn't try to pull his hand away. He needs the contact, right now. Something to ground him in the moment. Remind him that however corpse-like Spike looks, he's not gone, or on his way out.]


What happened, and who did it?

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[personal profile] finethanks 2017-07-16 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike-kun, you're here?

[It was just another check up for Eichi. He'd been through a lot lately, and it was important to follow up with things like that for his weak body. Now that he's finished up with it, it's sunset, and he spots Spike through one of the doors. Curiosity encourages him over quickly.]

You weren't hurt, were you? [Despite all of the harassing he'd done earlier, this question is genuine and concerned.]
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[personal profile] finethanks 2017-07-16 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you swat at someone in the hospital?

[Eichi isn't aware of there being any difference, but after being attacked just from hiding some information not too long ago, he's not going after Spike nearly as hard this time.]

Whether you believe me or not, visits to the hospital aren't something that I'd wish on anyone. It's incredibly dull, if nothing else. [But it looks like Spike is all healed up from whatever this is, hm?] I would have offered to heal you, if you weren't already on your way out, you see.
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[personal profile] finethanks 2017-07-17 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Like a character from a story book? That's a rather dull approach, isn't it?

[He can't help but say things like this, though. His thoughts always come out in this way. As someone who made himself into a necessary villain even though he always wanted to be more of a main character, but hated heroes— well, he has a lot of feelings about that whole dynamic.

He glances up at Spike now that he's closer, taking this chance to look him up and down. No bandages, no casts... Interesting.]


That's right, you did say that. Does healing come with that? I wasn't sure. [As bored as always, he comments on that simply and takes a couple of steps back, turning to walk that way.]

You were about to leave, weren't you? I hate this place very much, so I'd rather not keep speaking here, anyway.

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[personal profile] deceitful 2017-07-17 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sundown was quickly becoming his favourite time to roam Riverview. Less people around, and those that were tended to be were, well. Peter's type of people. Unsavory characters. Not always, and not to generalise, but it usually held true. But being afraid of things that go bump in the night? Bit of a moot point when you happened to be on the list itself.

Regardless, it never hurt to be cautious. Peter didn't have a destination in particular, wasn't going anywhere after he'd already made his trip to the local coffee shop for a cappuccino, the drink cradled in his hand and nursed during his walk.

Of course, all the supernatural senses in the world and no amount of listening for any heartbeats straying too close helped when Peter rounded a corner, caught a flash of white and leather and then collision was imminent.

Oops. ]
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[personal profile] deceitful 2017-07-17 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ The coffee sloshed dangerously in its cup, lid popping off when Peter squeezed it out of reflex. It splashed across the pavement, splattering over Peter's shoes, the container following shortly after when Peter hit the opposite wall. On the bright side, it didn't spill all over anyone like the start of a terrible romcom.

His instincts kicked in first. No heartbeat? Check. Looked like he hadn't gone out under the sun in over a century? Check. Scent: ashy, but that could be from anything. Excessive leather? — granted, that one wasn't specific to vampires, but more of an overall supernatural obsession, so.

That left Peter with his eyes flashing blue, a mouth full of bared fangs, and a couple of options for what he bumped into might be. ]


I was keeping an ear out, actually. You don't have a heartbeat.
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[personal profile] deceitful 2017-07-19 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Funny.

Peter took a breath, and every sign of something less than human receded, leaving behind only the ordinary. Yeah, so that might've been an overreaction, but hey. Better safe than sorry. Otherwise, he wasn't prone to attacking unprovoked. It wasn't how he operated.

He raised an eyebrow at Spike. Nice of him to gift him his species in a gift wrapped box like that. ]


Please. [ He shook the coffee off his shoes without taking his eyes off Spike. ] The tooth fairy would be off collecting actual teeth at this time of night.
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[personal profile] bluechampion 2017-07-17 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Link hadn't kept his exploring to merely the day. In his experience, the sunset brought out things that couldn't be found during the day, and even if they weren't good things, Link wanted to know how the city changed at night.

For the most part, it was quiet. There were still people about, and they mostly kept to themselves other than the occasional drunk that stumbled from the bars and made an attempt to get home. Link would sometimes follow them to make sure that they got someplace relatively safe before passing out, then continue on his way.

As for now, Link found himself looking at the map on his Sheikah Slate, wondering where to go next. He didn't feel tired, so going back to his lodgings was out of the question to him. He had tried to get into some of the bars around the city, but wasn't allowed inside since he was too young. Just then, he saw a surprisingly sober man not too far away. He had nothing better to do right now. Might as well follow him and see if anything interesting happened.
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Link was behind him, so he couldn't tell exactly what this guy was looking at when he turned his head, but it was kind of weird. He continued to follow him but didn't put any effort in trying to be subtle about it. Link wasn't one to start confrontations if he could help it, but he was restless and he wouldn't mind speaking to someone, even if it was in a negative situation.
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[personal profile] bluechampion 2017-08-02 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Link raised a brow as he saw the man slip into a dark alley. It seemed that he didn't like being followed. Was he reckless enough to go in after him?

Of course he was.

Link carefully approached the corner and slowly peeked into the alley. A bit of the light from the main street shone in, but only a couple of feet. The rest of the alley was draped in deep shadow, and it was difficult to make out much. Link slowly stepped forward. He kept himself from drawing his weapons, but was ready to do so in the blink of an eye.

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