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realityshifted2009-01-13 01:24 am
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[Hello Plane! There is a rather attractive, dark-haired young woman (with great cheekbones) sitting at your bar, drinking your liquor. She's everything you would imagine a starlet/celebutante to look like: flawless hair, manicure, tiny little designer dress, expensive shoes and fashionable sunglasses.]
[She's currently sipping absently on a martini of some nature, looking extremely bored. Or tired. It's hard to tell through the sunglasses, really.]
[Feel free to bug her? Him. Whatever.]
((ooc: THIS IS NOT AN EXPERIMENT. Demons can change shape. And...yeah. Really that's all I got. Just poke the girl!demon, will you? XD; ))
[She's currently sipping absently on a martini of some nature, looking extremely bored. Or tired. It's hard to tell through the sunglasses, really.]
[Feel free to bug her? Him. Whatever.]
((ooc: THIS IS NOT AN EXPERIMENT. Demons can change shape. And...yeah. Really that's all I got. Just poke the girl!demon, will you? XD; ))

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How long have you been coming here? You sound like an old pro~
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[Laughs a little.] Ah, not really. I've been coming here for almost a year now.
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Would you mind showing me around? I'm afraid I haven't seen much aside from the bar yet.
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You're so sweet. How can you say you aren't nice?
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You know...I could make it up to you, if you like? Since you've been so kind...
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[She's pretty much out of her own seat and very nearly sitting in Hei's lap. And yeah, she's pouring on the temptation now.]
You mean you won't even allow me to...thank you properly?
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Th-that's...I mean...I barely know you...
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Mmm. We could change that.
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[Gonna fight it?]
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[Somewhere in the back of his mind the name "Misaki" is flashing in neon letters, and finally he makes a small sound of protest, pulling back a little.]
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[Crowley, for his part, is looking INCREDIBLY smug. He takes a step back and pulls a cigarette from one of his suit pockets, sliding it into the corner of his mouth while he looks for a lighter.]
See? I told you men are idiots when it comes to sex.
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[And that it's Crowley over there now.]
[Oh. It's Crowley.]
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[It's Crowley.]
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[He shuts up. There's a moment of pure, unadulterated shame such as Hei hasn't felt since he was really little.]
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[And suddenly he's thinking, suddenly, randomly, of Sam and the Master, and how they look so exactly the same, and how easy it would be for the Master to simply act like Sam one day, and Hei would have no, absolutely no idea, and how Crowley, really, is the same way, and the more he thinks about it the more afraid and confused and...]
[...angry it makes him.]
6/6 DONE
[In the next instant he kicks Crowley's stool out from under him, grabs him by the front of his coat and slams him back against the bar. He draws a knife and drives it through the collar of Crowley's jacket into the bar, effectively pinning him in place.]
[He doesn't say a word as he presses his palm to Crowley's forehead and pumps him full of just enough electricity, just enough to really, really fucking hurt, but not kill.]
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[Disoriented and pinned as he is, he can't do much more than scream as electricity and pain course through his human body.]
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