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eyesofaserpent ([personal profile] eyesofaserpent) wrote2008-03-19 01:57 pm
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Oh, Great...

Who: Crowley, Christopher, Vicki, and ...?
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...

Crowley grumbled and walked the park. It reminded him slightly of St. James park as there was a pond with ducks in it looking expectantly at him. Of course he didn't have any bread crumbs, that was the angel's duty. He was, in fact, eating an apple. He'd grown rather fond of the fruit over the many centuries.

And now that he was here, it seemed the angel was bound and determined to be locked in his bookshop. Joy. Now that Crowley had rational company that he, dare I say it, enjoyed, the bastard was hiding again. Crowley wondered just how bad it could be if they stayed here. He rather liked his world. He understood it. And this place was eccentric at best, downright bat shit crazy at worst.

He skipped a rock over the pond, narrowly avoiding a duck (that was now flying off with a start). He took another bite of the apple.

[identity profile] vickie-nelson.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Vicki didn't let her gun waver in the least, still too much riding on these moments to let her guard down. God, she hurt. She just wanted to scream, or cry, or do anything possible to reach out and find her mother alive again and now she wasn't even anywhere near the woman's body. Vicki frowned at Crowley's first words, and then the other man's exclamation about this place being an interesting city.

"Not in my... world? I was in Kingston. Ontario. You know, up in Canada. I can't imagine I've gotten all that far. Did you see a girl? Blonde hair, blue eyes? Lab coat? She... she must have left me here. Gotten rid of the bodies, so to speak." Vicki's adrenaline was quickly ebbing as she realized that Catherine was gone, Number Nine was finally, truly dead, and her mother was no where near here. There was nothing more that she could do so her body was stopping the fight.

[identity profile] enchanter-chant.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sadly it appears to be as he says. I too found myself here unexpectedly. I don't think this is anywhere near Canada, I myself came from the English Alps before I ended up here." He wondered what sort of situation she had been in, whatever it was it looked like it had been life or death.

"I still think someone should look at you before there are anymore questions. But," he shrugged. "If you don't care about that no one can force you."

[identity profile] vickie-nelson.livejournal.com 2008-03-19 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Very, very slowly, Vicki began to lower her weapon. These men were innocents as much as she was and this place was not Canada. It was warmer, for one. The grass was fresh and springy, not dead and dried from the winter. There was no park in Kingston set up like this. She couldn't see really, but all of her other senses tended to compensate for that in the dark. And her simple instinct said something was very, very wrong. Beyond her dead mother knocking on the window wrong. This was demon summoning wrong.

She released a shaken little breath as she finally tucked her gun back into the waist of her jeans, making certain the safety is still on before her slightly trembling hands fell back to her side. "I... I can clean it up in a bit. I don't think it's too bad." Or she's in shock, but then she'd been numbed since she got the phone call about her mother's death. This was no different from that. "Where -are- we, then?"

[identity profile] enchanter-chant.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Sadly I must take the gentleman's word for it. I only just found myself here recently," he spoke while getting to his feet. "My name is Christopher" He gave a small formal bow. "I don't know who this man is."

[identity profile] vickie-nelson.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Vicki nodded quietly in their directions, "I'm Vicki. Vicki Nelson. I'm a private investigator out of Toronto. I'm here with ... Or, I was with Mike Celluci, Toronto Police. Don't suppose any of that matters right now." She breathes out slowly, offering her hand in Crowley's direction, then towards Christopher. She's managed to keep to her feet this long but now that adrenaline is mostly worn off she's looking just a touch shaky. Still, for as bad as she looked when she was down she must be a spitfire tough girl.

[identity profile] enchanter-chant.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Lets go there, they should have bandages and stuff at least." He took her hand to shake it, and then offered an arm if she felt she needed to lean on him.

Turning to Crowley he looked a bit surprised. "You have a car? can I see it later?"

[identity profile] vickie-nelson.livejournal.com 2008-03-20 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
(Taking this to a fresh reply so we aren't all text-squished)