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mayfield_rpg2012-09-30 12:24 pm
eyesofaserpent) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-30 12:24 pm
Drink Count: 33 || Just when everthing seemed to be alright...
[Aziraphale is gone again. Crowley had woken up one day to find the bed empty and cold beside him. Aziraphale wasn't in the house and a quick drive over to Kramden Street revealed that the angel was once again a drone. Aziraphale said he wouldn't leave. He should have known better than to listen to the angel's lies. Everyone leaves.
The demon, with his one pristine white wing, is not okay. He gets through each day, but really his heart is broken. His earlier fighting spirit is almost dead. How many of his friends are even left in this place? Integra, Death, and Sniper he knows are still okay, but is there anyone else?
He should have known better. He should never have allowed himself to care.]
A. [About Town: All Day]
[Crowley wanders about trying to find people he recognizes, hoping to find them of sound mind. He knocks on doors and goes to the park. There is still a faint hope that there are others that are okay.]
B. [Olney's Tavern: Evening]
[Crowley's usual enthusiasm is just gone He makes the drinks ordered and doesn't try to get the drones excessively drunk.]
C. [852 Goldberg: Night]
[Crowley hasn't been sleeping, instead sitting up with the television on and a never ending bottle of burgundy. This night is no exception.]
The demon, with his one pristine white wing, is not okay. He gets through each day, but really his heart is broken. His earlier fighting spirit is almost dead. How many of his friends are even left in this place? Integra, Death, and Sniper he knows are still okay, but is there anyone else?
He should have known better. He should never have allowed himself to care.]
A. [About Town: All Day]
[Crowley wanders about trying to find people he recognizes, hoping to find them of sound mind. He knocks on doors and goes to the park. There is still a faint hope that there are others that are okay.]
B. [Olney's Tavern: Evening]
[Crowley's usual enthusiasm is just gone He makes the drinks ordered and doesn't try to get the drones excessively drunk.]
C. [852 Goldberg: Night]
[Crowley hasn't been sleeping, instead sitting up with the television on and a never ending bottle of burgundy. This night is no exception.]
C: Home
You've both lost someone though. Which is why she's slowly toeing down the stairs to peer over at the light of the TV, watching in silence for a bit. The stairs probably creak to be honest- you might have heard her.]
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Come join me, squirt.
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She stiffens somewhat, but after a moment nods, coming down the rest of the way and moving over to the cushion. She's quiet for a little bit.
After a while she eventually finds herself speaking though. "...Why does evurryone have to leave..?"
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This place is trying to break usss, little one.
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"It's worse than the furst time..."
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[He swigs the wine and offers her the bottle. He honestly doesn't care how old she is at this point.]
Aziraphale's left twice. And I'm still here. Always here.
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...She's not entirely sure she should be drinking this, but ends up taking a gulp anyways- it's definitely a weird taste..! But...
"...Do you think it'll be over soon..?" she asks, before holding the bottle back.
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I don't know. I hope so, but it probably won't.
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...She doesn't like thinking about stuff like that, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
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[It's not like they haven't been living together for months now. He wouldn't mind having her hang around.]
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"Really? Even though trolls don't exist there?" Or at least not like she does. Apparently they don't in most worlds really- one boy even seemed surprised that trolls were smart at all.
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[He shrugs. He doesn't know how it's going to work if it does.]
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...Mn.
"If that works, I guess that's not too bad," she admits. "...I was human fur a while here right..?" Haha...
It would probably be better than being the only troll.
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[He too another long drink of the wine. He knows he should be out and about trying to find some way to fight back. But without Aziraphale here again, what was the point?]
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"...I still hope it won't be though. Even if I don't know what will happen, I still don't want evurrything to just 'end'." Dying wasn't fun the first time. Dying for good just scares her though.
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We'll see. Either way, it's going to be a hard path to tread.
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"...Thanks fur the weird juice." Nepeta that was not juice you dork-
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...
"I've never had wine befur."
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*In all honesty, neither is Sniper. He hasn't slept or eaten in days, sustaining only on alcohol for longer than was healthy.*
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You look like shit yourself.
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Aziraphale's gone again.
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*Time to drown his sorrows in more alcohol.*
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I can't even imagine what you'd be doin' if you were droned. Probably wearing hawaiin shirts or something.
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Okay, what is it?
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Most everyone I know and have even bothered to care about are gone.
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[He steps inside quietly. Death has always been kind to him, something he's actually appreciated. Could he rely on her support for however long they were stuck here or would she leave too, he wonders.]
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It's never easy.
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It's like... It's like they figured out the fastest way to break me and promptly set about doing it. Trap me here, give me Aziraphale, force me to realize I'm in love with him, take him away, give him back with no memories of our time here, let me get perfectly comfortable and domestic with him, and then take him away again. And lets not forget how they gave me my wings and then forced me to choose between eating my friends and losing one of them.
I know everyone here has had it rough... I'm just so... I can't deal with it anymore. I just can't care anymore.
[He knows he's lying. He'll never stop caring. But maybe if he lies enough, he'll start believing it and make all this easier to bear.]
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B
Beer, please.
[If Crowley can sense it, something's off about this customer. Like...not quite completely human, something that Sam has no idea about.]
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Here you go.
C. [852 Goldberg: Night]
[ Shana says, walking up with no real degree of subtlety. ]
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I'm not very good at keeping things to myself, am I? Aziraphale's gone again.
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