In the park, in the dark...

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He tosses bits of biscuits to the ducks...the only ones in town not feeling distress. The confusion, frustration, anger, and sexuality were palpable.

He'd even gottan a couple messages...he'd be sure to return Phoebe and Han's calls tomorrow. Smoking lazily, he basked in the rampant ill-will. H'ed better get a commendation for this.

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I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Or at least around 9:30 or so... After taking and making some calls in front of Caritas (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/513327.html?thread=20051247#t20051247).

Pippi decides that a walk through the park won't damage the space time fabric thingy would probably do her good.

She meanders her way around in the general direction of the school.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He can sense her...that horribly chipper girl. That pirate. He turns to look at her, no sunglasses at night for this demon anymore.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

She's walking towards the lake, swinging her arms as she sings.

"Wake up ya lazy bones you have work to do today.
But the lazy bones says not today, today I'm going out to play.
Tra la lalalala
How hard I'll work tomorrow.
Tra la lalalala
That's why I'm resting up today.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Oh, SHUT up, you annoying little doxy!" He tooses broken biscuits to the ducks, and doesn't sound remotely upset. In fact, he's almost as polite as when he offered her a muffin.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi stops mid-step and mid swing with one arm and one foot sticking out. She doesn't move from that position but turns her head in the direction of the sound.

"What's a 'doxy'?"

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"You're a doxy...it means a woman of loose moral fiber. You know...a pirate wench." He chuckles to himself, wondering if she'll believe him, or find a dictionary.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

She puts her fists on her hips and folds her outstreached leg under like a flamingo.

"I don't know." She continues to stand there on one leg. "I think it sounds more like some kind of baked good or confectionary treat." She thought about it some more, and couldn't seem to make up her mind.

"Well how are you today this fine evening Mr. Crawly?"

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Tonight I am quite well, poppet. And yourself?" Exhaling a huge cloud of smoke, he makes a chkchkchk sound, drawing the ducks closer for treats. One duck in particular scampers very close.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi shrugged. "Me? I am very well thank you. A very interesting day was had by all I think. I don't think I've ever spent so much time on the phone thingy before. A lot of people seemed upset about something. But I just came from the magic show and that seems to have made everybody happy again."

She rocks up and down on the ball of her foot.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Snookums growls at the other ducks as he approaches Crowley for a treat.

[[OOC: Quick note to Pippi in case you aren't aware: Crowley sees the duck in the icon, but Pippi would see this duck (http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/36941309/8443635). She will hear it growl, howl and see it breath fire, if that happens.]]

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

The demon reaches into his pocket, pulling out a plastic zipper bag of bloody, fleshy goo.

"Ah, my precious pet. I've missed you my dear." He reaches in and tosses a slippery hunk too the growling duck.

Re: I'm always walking, after mid-night...

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Duly noted sir. Perfectly normal, demonic, growling, fire breathing duck. Check.]]

"Huh. I haven't heard a duck growl like that since Australia."

She hops and switches feet.

"So tell me why you're out here by all your lonesome? Do you not like to have to share the ducks?"

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"The Aussie ducks are quite charming, even if they do keep strange hours. But they have nothing on the ducks in St. James park in London. Now those...right smart, they are. But none like my Snookums. He's brilliant."

He tosses the duck another bloody hunk, and once he catches it and swallows it, the demon grins.

"Would you howl for the girl? Say hello right and proper?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara huddled her way through the bleak weather and saw Mr. Crowley in the park. Detouring from her original course, she made her way over.

"Mr. Crowley," she said. "Cold evening to be out."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"For you, my dear. I'm quite enjoying it. Would you like to join me? I could warm you up." He pats the bench cordially and in no way creepyscary without his glasses on.

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

She sits down beside him. "Only a little while," she says. "Just on my way back from Caritas and I have a client for most of the weekend."

Then she turns and catches a look at his eyes. "Mr Crowley...your eyes...they're not usually like that, are they?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Almost always, pet. They do change from time to time, yellow, red, amber, green, black...why do you ask?" He pulls out his cigarette case and takes out one, offering one to her.

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"I just...never noticed before. It might be the light."

She doesn't usually smoke, but she thinks she'll make an exception tonight. "Thank you." A glance at the ducks shows them uncomfortably attentive. "So, what interesting things are happening in your part of town, Mr. Crowley?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"I've hired a new chef. And I'm always up to no good. I solemnly swear..." He grins and chinks open his Zippo, lighting hers first. "Client...probably the most decent euphemism I've ever heard."

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara smiles. "Clients pay for a Companion's services, the same as they pay for a lawyers. As a lady pointed out during the Christmas party. Of course," she adds with a faint smile, "the satisfaction quotient for a Companion is probably significantly greater than that of a lawyer."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"To be sure. And I can say time spent with you is infinitely more rewarding, my dear." He offers her some broken biscuits, tossing a few out to the ducks. "Most lawyers I've met have been the least Graceful humans. Of course, there's always the odd surprise, but by and large I'd much rather get screwed by a who--anyone else."

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Well, the lady I met at the party was a lawyer - Darla, I think her name was. She seemed charming - possibly one of the exceptions?"

One eyebrow lifts at his mis-step, but she doesn't mention it. "The new chef - is that at the Arms hotel?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Darla? My dear, she is the most wicked, delicious exception to the rule. Of course she'd drink your blood as soon as speak to you. She's a right beauty, though. And a tongue like a razor."

He smiles at her and leans back, splaying his legs out before him.

"My new chef...yes, at the hotel. A witch and an adorable girl. So many witches, they can't resist me, you know."

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

"Drink your blood...?" Inara stares. "A vampire?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Not only vampires drink blood, my dear." he laughs softly, hissing as his tongue darts out to taste the air.