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OOC: All About Crowley
Everything you ever wanted to know about the snarky old serpent.
Oh, and just to share the love, have a Snakes on a Plane icon. Crowley did that, you know. Right up there with the M25 and Welsh language television. -
Beg some more, Fairie [NFB]
After visiting the little pirate in the clinic, Crowley went back to the hotel and retired to his suite. With a wave of his hand an unnatural darkness closed in around him and before long the scent of sulfur and burning flesh accosted him along with the cries of the Damned ( Read more... ) -
Post battle phone call
After all the fighting and such, the demon was left to take care of the mess while Pippi and Walter and the rest were attended to by trained medical professionals. The demon wandered about the hotel, banishing bits and pieces of broken statuary and taking care of the blood ( Read more... ) -
The Arms Hotel
The handwavey call for weekend help has been out, and Orlin had already come in looking for work. The demon hed roped Kiki into it as well...pity he couldn't get anyone to sign paperwork.
[[for all your pre weekend hiring needs. Mostly just need to sign in with name and position you'd like unless you desperately want to rp torment an interview.]] -
Penthouse Suite, the Arms Hotel
It'd been an age since he'd picked up a girl in a bar, and nearly forever since he'd seduced the sister of a betrothed.
Carefully leading her through the door, he grinned.
"I'll offer you the same as everyone, poppet. I'm no monster. If you say no...this ends immediately." -
OOC: Rename and Character Information
Anonymous gifts are love. Thank you, you wild and crazy person you.
Everything ought to go on, business as usual, but this journal is now flash_serpent.
And now because I've never actually done this...
( All About Anthony J. Crowley in Fandom ) -
Sunday Afternoon
He was busy making calls, getting things in order for weekend after next. One point of concern was his dwindling staff. Most of the Carrington's had disappeared, as well as many of the younger Ewing clan. That left giant gaps in coverage that on a normal day wouldn't even be noticed ( Read more... ) -
Saturday Morning at the Arms
The morning sun poured in through the open draperies and fell across the bed with warmth and comforting heat. He'd only just dozed off, but when a demon sleeps, he does it with panache. He'd really gone under ( Read more... ) -
At the Arms
Reading the London Times and sipping a nice cup of tea, there's a bright flash of flame that startles him and makes him jump. In it's wake, a velum scroll lays on the desk before him...ad he chuckles.
"That's a good poppet. He really is a daft bastard, isn't he. I just don't see why you love him so."
And he opens to the entertainment section.