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Perfect Vintage Black Bentley
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17 August 2020 @ 01:48 am
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isopods20 July 2020 @ 05:12 pm
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 Meet the Serpent of Eden who introduced humanity to original sin. He's since spent his time on Earth waiting for the right one and being a naughty, naughty boy. He's on the rebound right now, so maybe you can get this snake in your trousers. ;) |
( Crowley | 6,000+ | man-shaped | ??? )     |
25 May 2020 @ 10:52 pm
STAGGR
ABOUT ME
Crowley
it's complicated
Velvet Underground
FULL NAME
wouldn't you like to know?
AGE
unapplicable
BIRTHDAY
he/him
PRONOUNS
it's complicated
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
it depends
INTERESTED IN
55 Main Street
ADDRESS
bartender at Lux
OCCUPATION
Velvet Underground
FAVORITE MUSICIANS
Cheers, Golden Girls
FAVORITE MOVIES/TV SHOWS
EXPERIENCE
bartender, Olney's Tavern, Mayfield
yes
PAST JOB EXPERIENCE
yes
LANGUAGES
CONTACT ME
05 May 2020 @ 10:03 pm
IN CHARACTER
Character Name: Crowley
Canon: Good Omens (Novel)
Canon Point: Post Novel and includes the New Year's Resolutions and his time in Mayfield
In-Game Tattoo Placement:
Over his heart, a watercolor-style tattoo of red deer antlers and the blooms and sprigs of the following plants: Globe Amaranth (immortal love), Cypress (death, mourning, despair, sorrow), Eglantine Rose (a wound to heal), Fern (magic, enchantment, confidence, sincerity, shelter), Foxglove (insecurity), Love Lies Bleeding (hopelessness), Red Poppy (pleasure, sacrifice, remembrance), Dried White Rose (sorrow), Rue (regret, sorrow, repentance), and Wormwood (absence, bitter sorrow).
Current Health/Status: Crowley is in mostly healthy, however his left wing had been crudely amputated with a sword six months ago and while the injury has healed
Age: He's older than the Earth, which has been around for over 6,000 years. But physically he's 24, so we're just going to stick with that.
Species: Demon (a fallen angel).
Content Warnings: Talk of death, cannibalism, dismemberment, mind control.
History:
Good Omens Plot Summary
Crowley's History
CRAU History and Impact:
Crowley was at Mayfield for a year and a half experiencing the horrors and mind games firsthand that the controllers of that town would throw at it's hapless victims. While before being in Mayfield he would work to tarnish the patina of human souls en masse while keeping anyone but Aziraphale at arms length, after arriving in Mayfield he began to work closely with people and allow them into his worldview. Certainly before he cared about humanity and it's fate enough to avert the apocalypse, but never really cultivated relationships and worked to directly help people. He made many friends: Loki, Rupert Giles, Integra Helsing, BLU Sniper, Death, Grimsley, Jormungandr, and many others. He cared very deeply for his allies (read: friends) and would go to great lengths to keep them safe from the town and, sometimes, himself.
Eventually Mayfield brought Aziraphale to the town and he was able to reconnect with his oldest and dearest friend. With the aide of a Valentine's Day event, and the mood/mind controlling flowers it brought, Crowley and Aziraphale started a new chapter in their relationship, admitting their love for one another and sharing intimacy, something he would never have been able to do on his own. Three months later saw Aziraphale's disappearance. Or, well, droning. Aziraphale's body had been left behind, but like some unholy combination of black and white Pleasantville and Stepford Wives, he sounded and behaved like a quintessential 1950's white American family man.For Crowley, it was worse than if he'd simply vanished. He would check every morning on his friend and partner to see if he was still a drone and felt a piece of himself shatter every time. But two months after Aziraphale was first droned he was back! Well, kind of. He had no memories of their time here in Mayfield. It was crushing, but they were quickly able to work through it and gently kindle their feelings for one another again. Of course, when Aziraphale was droned for a second time, Crowley was absolutely crushed, far more than he had been the first time around. He lost all hope and his willingness to fight back against the towns madness waned.
While at Mayfield he was stripped of everything that made him a demon: his powers, his supernatural resistances, his body, his belongings. It horrified and disturbed him to no end to be inhabiting a human body instead of his own demonic corporation (the human green eyes instead of his typical yellow serpentine ones set him on edge in particular and caused a vain creature such as himself to avoid looking at his own reflection). And slowly, as some kind of perverse reward for going through what the town put him through, he regained some of his many abilities along with certain belongings. Some were welcome "gifts", such as his eyes and his car, but others were much more of a burden, like his wings.
And his wings caused their own share of problems. Not just because they are cumbersome appendages he isn't as used to having corporeal (at least not all the time like Mayfield seemed to insist on), but because they are delicate and sensitive. The second time there was a zombie outbreak in Mayfield he (once again) was protecting a young demon he'd grown rather fond of from the zombies and was bitten on his left wing. He begged his friend, Integra, to remove his wing so he wouldn't become a zombie, unlike during the previous zombie outbreak where he'd ended up succumbing to the hunger and ate his best friend Loki. Integra obliged, chopping the limb off with her sword. He did not turn, but remained thereafter with the single wing and a barely healed over stump of a wing.
He suffered through many horrors, he loved and lost, and through everything he had hope that they would escape, that he would return home, that everything would be alright. But every time something awful happened, every time a friend was droned seemingly for good, every time he realized he was powerless to actually affect meaningful change chipped away at his hope. The final blow for him was Aziraphale's second droning. It sapped him of his hope and a dreary malaise fell over him. If but he could sleep until he was no more.
Personality:
Crowley is, for all intents and purposes, a demon. He is clever, cunning, greedy, selfish, and mean spirited. On the surface. But scratch below the surface and one would see there's much more to the demon than the front he puts up. And while fundamentally he argues for the side of Evil, he has been known to do good to affect a balance between good and evil. He's very well aware that Good and Evil are just the names for two sides of the same coin. He is a mischief maker when bored, doing things such as gluing valuable coins to pavement, moving around letters on wayside pulpits, and (while at Mayfield) trying to get drones blind drunk while charging his friend's drinks to their tabs.
He's very much gotten used to living on Earth (Hastur, a Duke of Hell, claims he's "gone native"). He keeps up with technology, fashions, and fads. He's fascinated by humanity and has been around it so long he's picked up human slang and some other human qualities such as thinking a little bit too much about the way the world works, breathing, and sleeping. He also has a deep fondness of his vintage black Bentley. Crowley doesn't like to admit to anyone, but he has a deep love for people and can't really stand to see them actually hurt. He may be a big bad demon working to make the world a worse place, but it usually didn't involve actual harm.
He can be very short-sighted, not thinking very far ahead before he acts in the heat of the moment. He's managed to get himself into a lot more trouble than he'd originally been trying to get out of in the first place. Despite this, Crowley is rather a survivor. He knows how to keep his skin intact, including using drastic measures, such as keeping holy water on hand if ever a need arose.
Though he is a demon, Crowley is not particularly fond of hell and wants to avoid going back and remain on Earth (with People and Aziraphale) so much he does what he can to avert the Apocalypse. He rarely contacts hell of his own accord aside from sending reports to keep them out of his hair and steers clear of other demons as much as possible. He does not trust anyone from Below and is actively afraid of Satan and the Prince of Hell, Beelzebub.
On the other hand, Crowley has had a long working relationship with the Angel Aziraphale, another Earth resident. Officially an Enemy, Crowley and Aziraphale have seen each other off and on throughout the last 6 millenia and turned their working relationship into, as Crowley would put it, a sort of grudging friendship with an Arrangement for work related things. Though really, Crowley would be quite upset if something ever were to truly befall the angel.
And then there's The Bentley, a vintage black Bentley with one owner from new (being himself, of course). It's his baby and heave-- hell-- whatever forbid anything should happen to it. He'd thought he lost it in the near-apocalypse and had been nearly devastated (for him). The restoration of his beloved car by Adam (the Antichrist) elated him almost more than the continuation of the world.
All this was before Mayfield happened. Mayfield did it's best to pull the one thing from Crowley that even Hell could not wrest from him: hope. He saw time and time again friends he'd come to grow true fondness for become drones, empty shells of who they were and it wore him down. As far as he was concerned, Mayfield could do what it wanted to him as long as the others were safe, but in truth the multiple deaths and mutilations weakened his resolve. He was known to describe Mayfield as worse than Hell if only because Hell wasn't nearly so inventive. Crowley, a being of vice and lethargic hedonism to begin with, ended up crawling into a bottle of scotch and wishing he could forever remain there.
Abilities/Powers/Weaknesses & Warping:
In his canon, Crowley's powers are essentially limitless. But there are some skills that seem inherently demonic about him like not being bothered by fire and being able to see in the dark. And other talents make his job on Earth easier, like hypnotism, reading a person's desires and then tempting them, and going unnoticed when he wants to be.
He also has some abilities that are left over from when he was an angel. He is able to perform miracles and also is able to heal himself and those around him, including bringing a recently deceased dove back to life.
Crowley has been know to alter reality to his will: creating things out of nothing (like creating sunglasses out of thin air), making things (and people) disappear, changing one thing into another thing (changing paint guns into real guns), and making things a bit easier for himself (like arranging things so no one gets hurt while he speeds down busy streets at 90 mph or sobering up at will from being stone drunk).
Crowley has some known shape-shifting abilities. He has in the past appeared as a snake and as an unsightly demon that can make a person faint at the mere sight of it. He has a true form, which is much like his normal one, but with feathery wings. He's also able to do things such as travel through a phone line.
Holy Water is his biggest weakness. The stuff can kill a demon most horrifically with as much as a well-placed drop.
That said, in Mayfield he was stripped of all powers and made human. Mayfield slowly gave back hints of power (and body), but it never amounted to the full extent of his canon abilities. The powers he regained from Mayfield are:
Demon body: including snake eyes, split tongue, hisses, lack of blinking, night vision, fire invulnerability, vulnerability to Holy Water
Shapeshifting ability, though he often gets stuck in the wrong shape
Ability to go unnoticed, creating an aura around himself so that anyone looking in his direction will not be able to look directly at him
Ability to change one object into another, for example a set of pajamas into a suit
Wings (but not the ability to put them away into non-corporeality)
Ability to sense people's desires so as to tempt easier
Healing (himself and others)
Of course, Crowley's healing abilities will be warped.
Inventory:
A thermos of Holy Water
Several pairs of Ray-Bans sunglasses
An Armani suit, red dress shirt, black silk tie; all modified as appropriate to allow for his wings
Writing Samples:
Crowley on the Test Drive Meme
OUT OF CHARACTER
Player Name: Connie
Player Age: 36
Player Contact:
Other Characters In Game: n/a
In-Game Tag If Accepted: Crowley: Connie
Permissions for Character: Here!
Are you comfortable with prominent elements of fourth-walling?: Yeah, have at.
What themes of horror/psychological thrillers do you enjoy the most?: body horror, mind control, being turned into a monster and having to deal with the consequences once themself again
Is there anything in particular you absolutely need specific content warnings for?: rape scenarios
Additional Information:
16 December 2011 @ 09:59 pm
A. [Phone, filtered from drones]
[After the announcement on the news, Crowley actually goes over to pick up the phone for a change.]
Er... I'm going to go into work today at Olney's Tavern. If anyone feels the need for a drink, stop on by. Today seems like a good day to get bloody pissed.
B. [Action, Olney's Tavern]
[As promised, here's Crowley behind the bar. Anyone who comes in is getting free drinks today.]
[After the announcement on the news, Crowley actually goes over to pick up the phone for a change.]
Er... I'm going to go into work today at Olney's Tavern. If anyone feels the need for a drink, stop on by. Today seems like a good day to get bloody pissed.
B. [Action, Olney's Tavern]
[As promised, here's Crowley behind the bar. Anyone who comes in is getting free drinks today.]
26 November 2011 @ 07:29 pm
A. [Action, 915 Bilko Boulevard, or at least what's left of it]
[Crowley wakes suddenly to find the house in rubble and his drone daughter dead. The sight of her body almost makes him ill. He looks around quickly to spot April and Kyon moments before his eyes fall on the remains of the garage. It's missing his pride and joy: the Bentley. He can't stop himself from running to the foundation of the garage and looking around uselessly, as it would change the present.]
Oh bloody hell, Mayfield. Where is my bloody car?
[Priorities, mang.]
B. [Action, around Mayfield]
[Crowley is the most displeased demon. Why did he do all that work to avert the apocalypse just to see it happen here in this town? Also, things are registering as hot to him. What the hell? It wasn't that long ago that he could be set on fire and not even break a sweat.
He's been going around Mayfield, trying to find people he likes. Giles, Loki, Grimsley, Lyn, Snipes, Mika: that means you especially. Anyone else he's met, he'll also be checking in on, but mostly after or on the way to checking in on those 6.]
Oh, good. You made it out okay...
[Crowley wakes suddenly to find the house in rubble and his drone daughter dead. The sight of her body almost makes him ill. He looks around quickly to spot April and Kyon moments before his eyes fall on the remains of the garage. It's missing his pride and joy: the Bentley. He can't stop himself from running to the foundation of the garage and looking around uselessly, as it would change the present.]
Oh bloody hell, Mayfield. Where is my bloody car?
[Priorities, mang.]
B. [Action, around Mayfield]
[Crowley is the most displeased demon. Why did he do all that work to avert the apocalypse just to see it happen here in this town? Also, things are registering as hot to him. What the hell? It wasn't that long ago that he could be set on fire and not even break a sweat.
He's been going around Mayfield, trying to find people he likes. Giles, Loki, Grimsley, Lyn, Snipes, Mika: that means you especially. Anyone else he's met, he'll also be checking in on, but mostly after or on the way to checking in on those 6.]
Oh, good. You made it out okay...
14 November 2011 @ 07:42 pm
[Crowley's back to his usual shape. No extra curves, no extra scales. He has the day off and he's decided that he's hungry. He can't go out for lunch by himself, right?]
A. [Action: 724 Anderson, around noon]
[Here's Crowley. Here's Crowley barging into this house as if he owns the place. He has one hand shoved into a pocket and he looks as laid back as a snake sunbathing.]
Rupert? Are you in?
B. [Action: the restaurant in The Louvre Hotel, around 1]
[Crowley'd heard the food is good here, so naturally, he is drawn to it. It reminds him of all the times he and Aziraphale would dine at the Ritz, though the Ritz was infinitely better than this place. Still, this is where he and Giles can be spotted having lunch.]
Oh, come on now, it's not all that bad here.
C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late evening]
[As always, your resident bar demon is serving up drinks. He seems to be in good spirits and not because he caused any mischief.]
A. [Action: 724 Anderson, around noon]
[Here's Crowley. Here's Crowley barging into this house as if he owns the place. He has one hand shoved into a pocket and he looks as laid back as a snake sunbathing.]
Rupert? Are you in?
B. [Action: the restaurant in The Louvre Hotel, around 1]
[Crowley'd heard the food is good here, so naturally, he is drawn to it. It reminds him of all the times he and Aziraphale would dine at the Ritz, though the Ritz was infinitely better than this place. Still, this is where he and Giles can be spotted having lunch.]
Oh, come on now, it's not all that bad here.
C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, late evening]
[As always, your resident bar demon is serving up drinks. He seems to be in good spirits and not because he caused any mischief.]
02 November 2011 @ 09:37 pm
A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard, morning]
[Oh look, there's a package on the porch for Crowley. Well, to be honest, Crowley picks it up with a glitter on the lenses of his sunglasses. So far, Mayfield's gifts to him have been good, so he really has no reason to be wary of this box. He takes it to the kitchen to open it and... He feels a rush of energy that tingles on his skin and knowledge dropped into his mind about what he has just regained: his ability to change his shape.
So, just to test it out, he suddenly takes the form of a snake and flicks his forked tongue in amusement. In fact to any of the residents of 915 Bilko were to walk into the kitchen, they would see a snake that gives the impression of being mighty proud of himself.]
Hallo.
[Oh yeah, this snake can talk.]
B. [Action: About town, afternoon]
[Crowley's trying out a different shape. He's slinking around town as a woman with raven black hair, cherry red lips, and shades. He's wearing a slinky, low-cut, white with black polka dotted pencil skirt dress and black snakeskin Louboutin stilettos. He looks like every teenage boy's wet dream: the quintessential pinup girl.
Crowley still seems rather pleased with himself, parading around town like this. Go ahead. Approach him. He won't bite. Not even you, Loki.]
C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, evening]
[Well, he's not behind the bar. He isn't allowed behind the bar tonight because he's a woman. In fact, he keeps getting disapproving looks from the patrons of the tavern.
Crowley found out he was stuck a couple hours back. It was like he forgot his favorite shape. Really, it is just a set back, though a very frustrating one. Clearly, it's been too long since he changed his shape.
He drummed his perfectly painted red fingernails on the counter before taking a sip of her Apple Crisp.]
Bollocks... I really buggered this up, didn't I?
((ooc: To anyone selecting B or C, I will be responding with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eyesofafemsnake so I can use the pretty icons.))
[Oh look, there's a package on the porch for Crowley. Well, to be honest, Crowley picks it up with a glitter on the lenses of his sunglasses. So far, Mayfield's gifts to him have been good, so he really has no reason to be wary of this box. He takes it to the kitchen to open it and... He feels a rush of energy that tingles on his skin and knowledge dropped into his mind about what he has just regained: his ability to change his shape.
So, just to test it out, he suddenly takes the form of a snake and flicks his forked tongue in amusement. In fact to any of the residents of 915 Bilko were to walk into the kitchen, they would see a snake that gives the impression of being mighty proud of himself.]
Hallo.
[Oh yeah, this snake can talk.]
B. [Action: About town, afternoon]
[Crowley's trying out a different shape. He's slinking around town as a woman with raven black hair, cherry red lips, and shades. He's wearing a slinky, low-cut, white with black polka dotted pencil skirt dress and black snakeskin Louboutin stilettos. He looks like every teenage boy's wet dream: the quintessential pinup girl.
Crowley still seems rather pleased with himself, parading around town like this. Go ahead. Approach him. He won't bite. Not even you, Loki.]
C. [Action: Olney's Tavern, evening]
[Well, he's not behind the bar. He isn't allowed behind the bar tonight because he's a woman. In fact, he keeps getting disapproving looks from the patrons of the tavern.
Crowley found out he was stuck a couple hours back. It was like he forgot his favorite shape. Really, it is just a set back, though a very frustrating one. Clearly, it's been too long since he changed his shape.
He drummed his perfectly painted red fingernails on the counter before taking a sip of her Apple Crisp.]
Bollocks... I really buggered this up, didn't I?
((ooc: To anyone selecting B or C, I will be responding with
eyesofafemsnake so I can use the pretty icons.))05 October 2011 @ 01:23 pm
A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Okay, so maybe he feels guilty for that whole trying to eat you thing last week. Crowley gets up early to make a Full English [breakfast] for April and Kyon. How he got his hands on black pudding is anybody's guess, but there it is. He serves up breakfast for three, seemingly pleased with the outcome.]
B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]
[Being bored is a bad thing for a demon with access to countless liters of alcohol. He's managed to get all the drones in the bar intoxicated enough to loosen up. Bar games are afoot! Crowley overseeing a freshly minted beer pong table and it's virgin game, making sure the drones are playing the game right. He's also managed to get a raucous game of Asshole started at the table near the middle of the bar.]
[Okay, so maybe he feels guilty for that whole trying to eat you thing last week. Crowley gets up early to make a Full English [breakfast] for April and Kyon. How he got his hands on black pudding is anybody's guess, but there it is. He serves up breakfast for three, seemingly pleased with the outcome.]
B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]
[Being bored is a bad thing for a demon with access to countless liters of alcohol. He's managed to get all the drones in the bar intoxicated enough to loosen up. Bar games are afoot! Crowley overseeing a freshly minted beer pong table and it's virgin game, making sure the drones are playing the game right. He's also managed to get a raucous game of Asshole started at the table near the middle of the bar.]
19 September 2011 @ 04:58 pm
Backdated to Sunday
A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]
[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]
Lyn! Need a hand?
B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]
C. [Action: About town]
[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]
There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?
A. [Action: Wherever the hell he finds Lyn]
[Crowley is heading into work in his Bentley when he sees... Well, a bunch of what looks like people staggering around. In the middle of the road, even. They don't really look to be in the best of shape. And then he sees a few clustered around a familiar blonde head. He frowns. This doesn't seem right at all and the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. He rolls down the window.]
Lyn! Need a hand?
B. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[After having taken a bite to the neck, Crowley isn't feeling very well. At least the bleeding stopped...]
C. [Action: About town]
[OH HEY LOOK. It's a Crowley zombie. He doesn't looks terribly happy. And maybe a little hungry.]
There's seriously no cure for this bullshit?
24 August 2011 @ 09:13 pm
A. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[OH LOOK A PACKAGE FOR CROWLEY. It's kind of small. And unlike the last time, it has a bit of weight and there's a noise inside... Like that of jingling keys... He tears open the box and pulls out his car keys. The Bentley. He dashes to the garage with uncommon haste and almost lets out a whoop of joy as his eyes fall on his vintage 1926 Bentley. See this, this is the happiest demon in the world.
Crowley slips into the driver's seat (on the right side mind!) and caresses the steering wheel as if it is a lover. After a couple minutes just appreciating sitting in his wonderful, beloved car he looks around the dash. He lets out a short bark of glee as he pulls out a pair of Ray-Bans. They almost immediately go onto his face.
He almost feels whole now.
He slips out of the car just a moment to open the garage. When he gets back in, he slides the key into the ignition and starts her up. The engine purrs to life just the same as if it just rolled off the lot. And as soon as the power feeds to the mp3 player, Bohemian Rhapsody blares over the speakers.
He grins like a satisfied serpent.]
B. [Action: About Town]
[Crowley can bee seen driving about town in his vintage black Bentley. The windows are rolled down and either Queen or Velvet Underground can be heard from the fantastic speakers in the Bentley. Or maybe it just happens to be a classical piece. Feel free to stop him. Or race. He likes that too.]
[OH LOOK A PACKAGE FOR CROWLEY. It's kind of small. And unlike the last time, it has a bit of weight and there's a noise inside... Like that of jingling keys... He tears open the box and pulls out his car keys. The Bentley. He dashes to the garage with uncommon haste and almost lets out a whoop of joy as his eyes fall on his vintage 1926 Bentley. See this, this is the happiest demon in the world.
Crowley slips into the driver's seat (on the right side mind!) and caresses the steering wheel as if it is a lover. After a couple minutes just appreciating sitting in his wonderful, beloved car he looks around the dash. He lets out a short bark of glee as he pulls out a pair of Ray-Bans. They almost immediately go onto his face.
He almost feels whole now.
He slips out of the car just a moment to open the garage. When he gets back in, he slides the key into the ignition and starts her up. The engine purrs to life just the same as if it just rolled off the lot. And as soon as the power feeds to the mp3 player, Bohemian Rhapsody blares over the speakers.
He grins like a satisfied serpent.]
B. [Action: About Town]
[Crowley can bee seen driving about town in his vintage black Bentley. The windows are rolled down and either Queen or Velvet Underground can be heard from the fantastic speakers in the Bentley. Or maybe it just happens to be a classical piece. Feel free to stop him. Or race. He likes that too.]
18 August 2011 @ 10:23 pm
[Well, Crowley and April agreed to alternate days on who drinks the milk (after much debate/arguing).]
[Day 1: Extra Fortified Poison | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley drinks the milk down and almost immediately starts to feel sick. Sweat starts beading on his brow.]
Bollocks, I don't think that milk was good...
[Day 3: Razor Blades | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[He starts to drink the milk hesitantly and stops moments later, a loud expletive leaving his lips. He spits out a razor blade.]
This is bloody insane.
[He grabs a strainer a bowl, straining out the milk into it. There are at least twenty more blades in the strainer when he's done, but he finishes up the milk this time without much trouble.]
[Day 5: Hormone Free Milk | Action - Olney's Tavern]
[Crowley is irritably drying glasses.]
The next person who orders a Manhattan is getting it dumped on their lap.
[Day 1: Extra Fortified Poison | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley drinks the milk down and almost immediately starts to feel sick. Sweat starts beading on his brow.]
Bollocks, I don't think that milk was good...
[Day 3: Razor Blades | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[He starts to drink the milk hesitantly and stops moments later, a loud expletive leaving his lips. He spits out a razor blade.]
This is bloody insane.
[He grabs a strainer a bowl, straining out the milk into it. There are at least twenty more blades in the strainer when he's done, but he finishes up the milk this time without much trouble.]
[Day 5: Hormone Free Milk | Action - Olney's Tavern]
[Crowley is irritably drying glasses.]
The next person who orders a Manhattan is getting it dumped on their lap.
13 August 2011 @ 01:45 pm
[Crowley's feeling the sting of being away from London today. He misses his flat. He misses dining at the Ritz. He misses feeding the ducks at St. James Park. He misses his car. And though he would ever be reluctant to say it, he misses Aziraphale. And he misses doing all those things with the angel. Now that he's been pulled away from his life, he's starting to realize just how much of it was a comfort he relied on.
[He feels as if his foundation has been cracked today. He feels unsteady on his feet. He misses his good friend dearly and he's quite aware that none of the connections he's made here in Mayfield can even remotely compare to the angel. He knows he's thinking too much about this, but he doesn't have his pal to pull him out of his thoughts and back into the real world.]
A. [Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley's quieter than usual this morning, just sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the front page of the newspaper without really reading it.]
B. [Action - Around Town]
[Crowley's walking to work today, having left his homemade skateboard at home. His hands are stuffed in his suit pockets and his shoulders are sagged.]
C. [Action - Olney's Tavern]
[Normally Crowley is doing his best to introduce the drones (and residents, for that matter) to a wider variety of cocktail than they tend to order. But today he's just quietly serving up everything ordered without complaint.]
[He feels as if his foundation has been cracked today. He feels unsteady on his feet. He misses his good friend dearly and he's quite aware that none of the connections he's made here in Mayfield can even remotely compare to the angel. He knows he's thinking too much about this, but he doesn't have his pal to pull him out of his thoughts and back into the real world.]
A. [Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley's quieter than usual this morning, just sipping his coffee and staring blankly at the front page of the newspaper without really reading it.]
B. [Action - Around Town]
[Crowley's walking to work today, having left his homemade skateboard at home. His hands are stuffed in his suit pockets and his shoulders are sagged.]
C. [Action - Olney's Tavern]
[Normally Crowley is doing his best to introduce the drones (and residents, for that matter) to a wider variety of cocktail than they tend to order. But today he's just quietly serving up everything ordered without complaint.]
20 July 2011 @ 09:41 pm
[Crowley opens the front door, finding a package with his name on it. What the hell? When he picks it up, he's startled by how light it is. It feels empty. Well, he brings it inside and sets it on a table to open it. Nope, it's empty. Who sends empty packages?
But then he catches sight of his reflection in a decorative mirror and he stops and stares.
His eyes!
His eyes are yellow with slit pupils, reminiscent of a serpent instead of the bright green human eyes. He can't help but grin at himself. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the air like a snake. Brilliant.]
A. [Action: Around Town]
[Crowley is in a wonderful mood, skateboarding through town on his homemade skateboard. He's again in his usual suit and Converse, his tie flapping as he travels a long.]
B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]
[Crowley's behind the bar, drying glasses with a towel and occasionally making drinks. Why yes, he is in fact attempting to get the drones in there to try cocktails that haven't been invented yet.]
It's called an appletini. It's delicious.
But then he catches sight of his reflection in a decorative mirror and he stops and stares.
His eyes!
His eyes are yellow with slit pupils, reminiscent of a serpent instead of the bright green human eyes. He can't help but grin at himself. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the air like a snake. Brilliant.]
A. [Action: Around Town]
[Crowley is in a wonderful mood, skateboarding through town on his homemade skateboard. He's again in his usual suit and Converse, his tie flapping as he travels a long.]
B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]
[Crowley's behind the bar, drying glasses with a towel and occasionally making drinks. Why yes, he is in fact attempting to get the drones in there to try cocktails that haven't been invented yet.]
It's called an appletini. It's delicious.
14 July 2011 @ 12:04 am
A. [Action: Sidewalks of Town]
[All these confessions have Crowley weirded out. So he's going for a stroll. He can be found all about town.]
B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]
[Crowley's off duty and sitting at a table nursing a Manhattan.]
((ooc note: Crowley's at Level 2. Come talk to him and watch him get increasingly uncomfortable at his lack of ability to deceive.))
[All these confessions have Crowley weirded out. So he's going for a stroll. He can be found all about town.]
B. [Action: Olney's Tavern]
[Crowley's off duty and sitting at a table nursing a Manhattan.]
((ooc note: Crowley's at Level 2. Come talk to him and watch him get increasingly uncomfortable at his lack of ability to deceive.))
13 June 2011 @ 05:37 pm
A. [Action: Johnathon's Tools]
[Crowley can be seen buying plywood, sand paper, varnish, and some tools. He looks a bit preoccupied and slightly devious.]
B. [Action: In Front of 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[He is sitting on the porch sanding a slightly ovular board. He's smiling like a cat who's gotten his cream.]
C. [Action: About Town]
[The results! Crowley can be on his newly built skateboard. He's wearing his suit and a pair of black All-Stars. He seems to be an old pro at this and even does a couple tricks with his tie flapping in the wind.]
[Crowley can be seen buying plywood, sand paper, varnish, and some tools. He looks a bit preoccupied and slightly devious.]
B. [Action: In Front of 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[He is sitting on the porch sanding a slightly ovular board. He's smiling like a cat who's gotten his cream.]
C. [Action: About Town]
[The results! Crowley can be on his newly built skateboard. He's wearing his suit and a pair of black All-Stars. He seems to be an old pro at this and even does a couple tricks with his tie flapping in the wind.]
25 May 2011 @ 05:50 pm
A. [Action: Jonathon's Tools]
[Crowley can be seen in the gardening department holding a green plastic plant mister. He has an evil little glint in his eye and a smile on his lips. He is looking forward to menacing some house plants.]
B. [Action: Bilko Boulevard, heading to house number 915]
[Now he's walking down the street whistling and with a cheerful bounce in his step. Those house plants don't know what they'll be in for.]
C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley starts to talk to the house plants as he spritzes them with the plant mister. He puts the fear of God into them. Or more accurately, the fear of Crowley.]
[Crowley can be seen in the gardening department holding a green plastic plant mister. He has an evil little glint in his eye and a smile on his lips. He is looking forward to menacing some house plants.]
B. [Action: Bilko Boulevard, heading to house number 915]
[Now he's walking down the street whistling and with a cheerful bounce in his step. Those house plants don't know what they'll be in for.]
C. [Action: 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley starts to talk to the house plants as he spritzes them with the plant mister. He puts the fear of God into them. Or more accurately, the fear of Crowley.]
11 May 2011 @ 10:54 pm
[Action: locked to 915 Bilko Boulevard]
[Crowley likes sleeping. He likes it rather a lot, actually. But something is nagging at the back of his mind. Something isn't right. Perhaps it is the warm body next to him.
Wait... Warm body? How drunk did he get last night and why didn't he sober up before he went to sleep?
He sits up slowly, rubbing his temples as he does so.]
Angel, we really need to sober up fir---
[He finally opened his eyes and looks over at the form beside him. Small. Female. Red hair. That is not Aziraphale. It would be odd enough if it had been the angel. He backs away from the strange woman and scoots right off the bed, taking some of the covers with him. What the hell is this tripe?
A mirror near his landing spot catches his attention. What is he wearing? He slowly looks up to his own eyes and freezes in shock.
Green. Green and human eyes, entirely familiar, but extremely alien looks back at him. He touches his face to make sure that is really himself in the mirror.
It is.]
Ngk.
[Phone Call: Unfiltered]
[He's been trying to keep his voice calm, but he is entirely unsettled by those green eyes looking back at him. His voice is the picture of cool, however. It was so laid back, you roll out a beach towel on it and sunbathe.]
Could somebody tell me if Azira--- Mr. Fell is somewhere in this town?
[Crowley likes sleeping. He likes it rather a lot, actually. But something is nagging at the back of his mind. Something isn't right. Perhaps it is the warm body next to him.
Wait... Warm body? How drunk did he get last night and why didn't he sober up before he went to sleep?
He sits up slowly, rubbing his temples as he does so.]
Angel, we really need to sober up fir---
[He finally opened his eyes and looks over at the form beside him. Small. Female. Red hair. That is not Aziraphale. It would be odd enough if it had been the angel. He backs away from the strange woman and scoots right off the bed, taking some of the covers with him. What the hell is this tripe?
A mirror near his landing spot catches his attention. What is he wearing? He slowly looks up to his own eyes and freezes in shock.
Green. Green and human eyes, entirely familiar, but extremely alien looks back at him. He touches his face to make sure that is really himself in the mirror.
It is.]
Ngk.
[Phone Call: Unfiltered]
[He's been trying to keep his voice calm, but he is entirely unsettled by those green eyes looking back at him. His voice is the picture of cool, however. It was so laid back, you roll out a beach towel on it and sunbathe.]
Could somebody tell me if Azira--- Mr. Fell is somewhere in this town?
11 May 2011 @ 04:30 pm
[Crowley shivers ever so slightly under the gentle touches of the angel. A breathy little moan escapes his lips between kisses.]
Oh, my Angel...