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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.
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.
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"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.
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He frowned some. "Fuck... Good thing Aziraphale isn't here.... He'd be chomping at the bit to do some bloody good and perform a miracle or two..."
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"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."
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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?"
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Turning to Crowley he looked a bit surprised. "You have a car? can I see it later?"
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