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fandomtownies2014-02-09 08:10 am
myownface) wrote in fandomtownies2014-02-09 08:10 am
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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Okay, so it was one of those weekends, where apparently everyone on the island was completely out of their gourd. Sparkle had no idea why the cray-cray had let him be (with the exception of a weird craving for caffeine pills instead of his usual morning smoke), but he was thankful for it. After all, he already had two friends who were apparently getting married for the presents today and who had appointed him flower girl...
... Which, in fairness, was pretty par for the course for Kenzi and Cecil anyway. And it sounded like it would be hilarious, so Sparkle had decided to roll with it. Hell, he was kind of feeling left out, here. Maybe he'd just roll with it all. Who knew? Maybe he'd manage to score some of the good drugs out of this whole deal yet. Like caffei-- Dammit.
If anyone needed him, he was sitting at the counter, touching up the black on his nails. Because that was what rebellious punk types were supposed to do on days like this, wasn't it? Ooo! Maybe he'd end up in the middle of a crazy love octagon or something before the weekend was through!
This was awesome.
[Open! Sparkle is totally going to roll with the crazy today, because that's the way (uh-huh uh-huh) he likes it.]
... Which, in fairness, was pretty par for the course for Kenzi and Cecil anyway. And it sounded like it would be hilarious, so Sparkle had decided to roll with it. Hell, he was kind of feeling left out, here. Maybe he'd just roll with it all. Who knew? Maybe he'd manage to score some of the good drugs out of this whole deal yet. Like caffei-- Dammit.
If anyone needed him, he was sitting at the counter, touching up the black on his nails. Because that was what rebellious punk types were supposed to do on days like this, wasn't it? Ooo! Maybe he'd end up in the middle of a crazy love octagon or something before the weekend was through!
This was awesome.
[Open! Sparkle is totally going to roll with the crazy today, because that's the way (uh-huh uh-huh) he likes it.]
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She'd promised her
fathergrandfather?patriarch Anakin that she would kidnap Grace Winchester and frame the werewolves for it, but she only vaguely remembered Grace, couldn't seem to find her, and didn't know too many werewolves.Naturally, the first place to look for information would be the clothing store. She was a fashion designer. It only made sense.
When she strolled into the store, in one of Milan's latest fashions, and with Lady Miss Mirabelle Pfefferton III (http://i.imgur.com/60NfgS2.jpg) in her customary seat in her purse, she gave the clerk a once-over. Maybe he could help?
"Do you know any werewolves?" she asked. And more importantly, "May I smoke in here?"
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Fuck, now Sparkle was going to wonder if he did know any werewolves.
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Feffie seemed to at least get the gist of it, and quieted down.
"I need to find a werewolf," she said, once she'd gotten the cigarette lit and taken an elegant, elegant puff. "And Grace Winchester."
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A beat.
"And I don't even know what Grace Winchester looks like."
Presumably small and cute? Probably female?
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Never mind that she didn't remember, either.
And that was when a beautiful idea hit her, right between her perfectly-spaced eyes.
"Do you have wigs here?"
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Oh, the wary side-eye that you were getting now, Eleanor. The wary, wary side-eye.
This was not the love dodecahedron he'd been hoping for.
"Near the back?"
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She returned with a tacky-looking ball of wire (http://imgur.com/Do5LMB5.jpg) that Feffie was doing her best to eat, and a shrewd look.
"How'd you like to make fifty bucks?"
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"Fifty bucks doing...?"
That wig was getting a look. God. How did they even have something like that in stock, here? Why hadn't he burned that thing, yet?
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It was this or actually kidnap Sparkle, and it turned out that Anakin's goons were kind of dim and bad at kidnappings. Or maybe she'd just picked really bad ones.
"Here."
Yeah. The wig was involved.
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Yeah, Sparkle could be cool with that. Actually, it sounded like a good time. Or, at least, way less boring than waiting around the shop all day while the crazy went on outside of it. He gave his hand a shake, making certain his nails were dry, before holding it out for the wig.
"Gimmie. What do you need me to do?"
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She and the werewolf were, like, in love. Sort of. Anyway he promised her that just because he was crippled didn't mean the rest of it didn't work, so they were probably gonna bang at Jaina's wedding.
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Yes. That was certainly the appropriate word, Sparks.
"I mean, I can so do that. How do you need me to die? Poison? Stabbing? Falling out a window? I'll come back and haunt your ass forever if I actually die, just so you know, Eleanor."
Weird, crazy Eleanor with the rat-dog. Yeah, you.
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The werewolf guy, for the framing. Jaina, because she was getting all of the attention with this wedding-thing and Eleanor was petty like that.
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BECAUSE NO HE DREW HIS LINE AT BLEEDING THANK YOU. There were some things Sparkle would not do for fifty bucks!
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She considered her alternatives for a few seconds.
"Seventy-five bucks?"
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STILL NO DEAL, CRAZY BITCH.
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Guys did lots of crazy shit when they wanted to get laid.
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... Yeah. Sparkle wasn't even going to question that. Just so long as he wasn't being made to bleed his own blood, here.
"Werewolfism isn't, like, transmitted by blood or anything, is it?" Lycantropy. The hot new STD that was sweeping the island. "No, forget I said that. Seventy-five bucks and some other guy's blood. Let's do this."