In search of trouble, rover, campus security is on the scene-Angelus

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover found a way to listen to the cassette,*

*found the situation unacceptable and determined drastic measures are necessary to restore order.*

*the sound of squeaking rubber echoed down the vacant building halls when he squeezed by his desk and rolled off to find Angelus and see the proper measures are taken to ensure the continued safety and well being of the campus.*

*…and the students.*

*he rolled along, bouncing as he hit obstacles until in front of the school dorms.*

*at fast speed, he trounced through bouncing over heads as warranted until in front of Angelus' room.*

*a long silence and rover backed up and rolled into the door with a squeaky thud.*

*a long silence and rover backed up and rolled into the door with a squeaky thud.*

*a long silence and rover backed up and rolled into the door with a squeaky thud.*

*a long silence and rover backed up and rolled into the door with a squeaky thud.*

*a long silence and rover backed up and rolled into the door, morphing through it until on the otherside and regarding Angelus quietly, inflating and deflating slowly.*

Though he'd had every intent of heading on down to the clinic, somehow after sending out that email the thought of walking, or standing, or moving did not have much appeal to him.

Luckily he didn't need to breathe.

Mentally reminding himself that when the Slayer kicks you in the crotch once, it's understandable, but twice is really your own damn fault for not putting on some protection, Angelus crawled over to his bed and lay there, curled, for hours.

And then the big white ball showed up.

The big, white, ball.

"Very funny, Buffy," Angelus muttered.

*rover was patient.*

*to a point*

*Angelus did not move.*

*rover vibrated and bounced once.*

*this was his only warning.*

From his position on the bed, Angelus sighed. Then winced because, hello, movement.

With a voice of resignation he said, "Go on. Sadly, you're not the most annoying part of my day."

*rover backed up as far as the room would allow.*

*with a rolling start, he rushed forward and took a hop from an abandoned shoe in the floor.*

*he landed squarely on top of Angelus.*

*Angelus and rover disappeared.*

*Angelus and rover reappeared in the middle of principalconnor’s office.*

*rover trusted principalconnor would have all pertinent information on hand.*

Angelus took a seat, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back until it rested against the wall.

Sure he'd been beaten up by a Slayer, had one of his people hauled in by the cops, gotten detention, and then molested by a ball, but on the other hand...

No, scratch that. He'd had better days.

Angelus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and resolved to stay very quiet and very still until somebody started talking. Or staked him. Hard to say, given his luck.

*rover kept vigilant watch over Angelus until principalconnor acknowledged their presence.*

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Though he'd had every intent of heading on down to the clinic, somehow after sending out that email the thought of walking, or standing, or moving did not have much appeal to him.

Luckily he didn't need to breathe.

Mentally reminding himself that when the Slayer kicks you in the crotch once, it's understandable, but twice is really your own damn fault for not putting on some protection, Angelus crawled over to his bed and lay there, curled, for hours.

And then the big white ball showed up.

The big, white, ball.

"Very funny, Buffy," Angelus muttered.

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover was patient.*

*to a point*

*Angelus did not move.*

*rover vibrated and bounced once.*

*this was his only warning.*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

From his position on the bed, Angelus sighed. Then winced because, hello, movement.

With a voice of resignation he said, "Go on. Sadly, you're not the most annoying part of my day."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: This is *so* not your night.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: It so isn't. It's like Angelus has a hard time making friends or something. Sad, really.]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: *dying*]}

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: It's such a shame. He's not a bad bloke once you get to know him. Or so he tells people. ;)]

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

[[Eeep! Buffy never would have sicced the scary White Ball Of Doom on Angelus! The ball scares her a bit. *is giggling at Angelus' reactions, though.*]]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[[Hey, try seeing the white ball from the POV of someone who was just kicked in the balls. Bad day all around, really. Er, no pun intended. ;) ]]

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Poor Angelus.]]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: All your fault, Slayer! Angelus would so be shaking his fist in your direction if not for the whole movement makes him want to hurl his lunch thing.]]

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

[[Buffy does her best to look contrite...and fails miserably.]]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

{{Your icon matches so well with that sentiment too}}

[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: Dude, OMG BFF!!!!111!!!!!!]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: BFF!!!!!111!!!!!!]

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover backed up as far as the room would allow.*

*with a rolling start, he rushed forward and took a hop from an abandoned shoe in the floor.*

*he landed squarely on top of Angelus.*

*Angelus and rover disappeared.*

*Angelus and rover reappeared in the middle of principalconnor’s office.*

*rover trusted principalconnor would have all pertinent information on hand.*