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eyesofaserpent) wrote2011-08-24 09:13 pm
eyesofaserpent) wrote2011-08-24 09:13 pm
Drink Count: 8 | They See Me Rollin'
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.]
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I can't help thinking that has a ring of truth to it, which is altogether too sobering.
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Taking joyrides with our regains notwithstanding.
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[Or need petrol. Because he expects is to. And he's been expecting it for so bloody long that the car just continues to carry on even if he's nowhere near to be expecting it.]
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Any chance of procuring another magic car sometime?
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The only time this icon will ever be used.
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Well, maybe a piece of your collection will come back soon.
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[There's a pause for a moment or two, interrupted by the soft sound of purring from the backseat.]
Liepard seems to believe this is our stop. A pleasure to speak with you again, Crowley.
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Yeah. See you around, I guess.