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Dorm Roof, Monday Afternoon (Before 7th Period)
Okay, so the roof wasn't exactly the best place to go when you wanted to hide your face, but it was kind of The Spot for smoking, brooding, and emo as far as Anders was concerned, anyone else's declarations to the contrary completely disregarded.
He was, in the wake of his alternate persona's weekend activities, currently engaged in all three of the above.
Smoking? Well, yeah. He was flaily and trying to calm down in a very unhealthy way.
Brooding? Hey, he'd been a jerk to a lot of people, threatened to kill a few more, and oh-sweet-Lords-of-Kobol, let vampire Willow bite him. So, guilt, which led to brooding.
Emo? Look, he'd gotten to really like that black-orbing thing. He was gonna miss that.
[OOC: Open for all your OMGWTFAWKWARD or other rooflike needs!]
He was, in the wake of his alternate persona's weekend activities, currently engaged in all three of the above.
Smoking? Well, yeah. He was flaily and trying to calm down in a very unhealthy way.
Brooding? Hey, he'd been a jerk to a lot of people, threatened to kill a few more, and oh-sweet-Lords-of-Kobol, let vampire Willow bite him. So, guilt, which led to brooding.
Emo? Look, he'd gotten to really like that black-orbing thing. He was gonna miss that.
[OOC: Open for all your OMGWTFAWKWARD or other rooflike needs!]
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Spotting Anders, she hung back a little not wanting to startle him or interrupt him. He looked like he was lost in his thoughts.
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"Hey. I'm back to being me now, so, um . . . I'm not an evil manwhore any more."
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"Hey. I'm glad to see you're okay." She paused. "You are okay, right?"
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There was the stuff he did go through with, but he so wasn't talking about that.
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"So who were you this weekend?" he asked, wondering if it could have been as bad as Robin.
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Hey, it was a thought, right?
He chuckled briefly. "I was an agent of the Underworld and my job was to spread evil by, uh --" Then his resolve started fading. "Seducing women and producing lots of demon babies."
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"Were you any good at your job?" asked Dick "Cause I was a horrible superhero."
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He flicked his cigarette ash idly over the edge of the roof. "I'd rather have been a horrible superhero. Well . . . I don't know. The rubber nipples might change my mind."
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"Hey... How was your weekend?"
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