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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.]
A
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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