OOC: Once Upon A Time In Sunnydale...

Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil, blah, blah, blah.

...Xander Harris is not that girl.

There. That's better.
( The Boy He Used To Be )

( The Guy He Is )

( Oh, you're a cradle robber with a dead-ringer for your dead ex walking around the island too? )

( MCA Apartments and Guy With Tools )

( Other Stuffs )

( OOC: You and Me )

Questions, comments? Feel free to pet the teal deer but DO NOT EAT THEM. THIS MEANS YOU, SOKKA.

OOC: Once Upon A Time In Sunnydale...

Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil, blah, blah, blah.

...Xander Harris is not that girl.

There. That's better.
( The Boy He Used To Be )

( The Guy He Is )

( Oh, you're a cradle robber with a dead-ringer for your dead ex walking around the island too? )

( MCA Apartments and Guy With Tools )

( Other Stuffs )

( OOC: You and Me )

Questions, comments? Feel free to pet the teal deer but DO NOT EAT THEM. THIS MEANS YOU, SOKKA.

Motel De Cheap, Angel Grove CA, Illegally Early Friday Morning

Xander woke up earlier than he normally would on the morning after Operation Please Don't Arrest Us. It could be something about motel rooms that set his traveling-with-a-slayer clock going, but it was mostly the empty bed. Empty room: no packing sounds, no shower noises, no lights turned on, and what little light there was outside was barely sneaking through the curtains.

He scrubbed his hair out of his face, clicked the bedside lamp on, and spotted the note on the table.

"Son of a..."

He reached for his phone, glad that speed dial #1 meant he didn't have to fumble with buttons, though the time-delay might have prevented his first words on pickup from being, ( 'Where the hell are you?' )

[Preplayed with the fabtastic bridge_carson, futurebucs_star, and tatooine_doofus. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome. Posted illegally early because I need TEH SLEEPS.]

Motel De Cheap, Angel Grove CA, Illegally Early Friday Morning

Xander woke up earlier than he normally would on the morning after Operation Please Don't Arrest Us. It could be something about motel rooms that set his traveling-with-a-slayer clock going, but it was mostly the empty bed. Empty room: no packing sounds, no shower noises, no lights turned on, and what little light there was outside was barely sneaking through the curtains.

He scrubbed his hair out of his face, clicked the bedside lamp on, and spotted the note on the table.

"Son of a..."

He reached for his phone, glad that speed dial #1 meant he didn't have to fumble with buttons, though the time-delay might have prevented his first words on pickup from being, ( 'Where the hell are you?' )

[Preplayed with the fabtastic bridge_carson, futurebucs_star, and tatooine_doofus. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome. Posted illegally early because I need TEH SLEEPS.]