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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.]
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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."