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Private "go let the dogs out," he said

Discussion in 'Misty Hollow' started by Simon Lewis, May 14, 2018.

  1. Simon Lewis

    Simon Lewis The Mortal Instruments
    crowley stresses me out

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    MAY 12
    UNDERNEATH THIS SKIN
    i think i'm dying here

    Nothing had attacked him yet. That was good.

    "You guys have, like ... literally two more minutes, okay?" he told the balls of fluff on the ground, probably not paying them nearly enough attention out of sheer paranoia. Simon wasn't an idiot. He'd heard all about what was going on in Misty Hollow. The barrier falling, the monster sin the streets. And yet Crowley had still managed to talk him into leaving the safety of his dorm behind so that he could go let the dogs out. Literally. So that they wouldn't pee in the house and stuff. "Whatever your dad's doing, it better be really important," he grumbled, glancing back to the puppies.

    And then he froze. He froze, his eyes zipping from one puppy to the next again and again and again, counting them and double counting them and then triple counting them. Why was there one less? There was when less, right? There had been three. And now there were two. Why was there suddenly one less?

    "Oh-- Oh great, this is-- this is completely terrible, okay-- Inside, all of you, inside right now!" he said, suddenly starting to herd the little puffs back into the house with a certain level of pure frantic, his dark eyes looking over his shoulder, searching and searching for a ball of fluff bouncing off in another direction. Simon couldn't find him, though.

    The second the dogs were inside, Simon took to the streets. "Okay, Peanut, this literally isn't funny! Or is it Butter ... ? Which one are you?!" he called, and he found himself practically quivering in his chucks, knowing full well that the town was eerier than it had been the last time he was here. He didn't want to imagine the kinds of things that were lurking out here with him. But Crowley was literally gonna kill him if one of his dogs died on his watch.

    Maybe, for once, there were actually worse things out there than Crowley.

    As though on cue, Simon heard something. Something unnatural coming from behind him, like an wheezing and a clicking, like something straight out of a horror movie, and Simon Lewis had seen a lot of horror movies. Freezing in his steps, the teenager stood very still and then very slowly, he turned on his heel, practically quivering as he went. That was when he spotted a limb coming around the corner, one limb along that was just about as tall as he was. And then a body and then a cold, owl-like face, and the entire sight was chilling to the bone. Panic rose as the monster looked toward him and then started skulking in his direction with clear intent.

    Simon didn't waste any time, stepping backward once and then twice, stumbling over himself and then remembering that he was a vampire. In a blur, he was gone, racing away from the scene only to find himself colliding with somebody, body coming back in a clear existence as he shouted and stumbled to the side, wide eyes fixed on ... none other than Crowley himself.

    "Holy crap! I'm so-- I'm so glad you're here, we're literally gonna die. There's-- There's a thing back there, it's like ... big and ... and spine-y and creepy and it's got this stare-- this-- this--"

    Cue the rambling and then arms flailing into the air.



     
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  2. Crowley

    Crowley Supernatural
    Simon Lewis stresses me out

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    Crowley was a bit surprised that Simon had actually agreed to go let his dogs out. He'd initially intended the texts as a bit of a mean-spirited joke just to freak the lad out a bit, but then it had escalated and Simon was actually letting the dogs out. Which was great and all, and Crowley definitely trusted him implicitly and was only heading in that direction because he had a bit of free time for once.

    Not because he didn't trust Simon Lewis to let a few pompoms out the back door.

    The streets were quiet for the time being, which wasn't surprising - most of the fun kicked off when the sun went down - but Crowley knew better than to relax. There were worse things in and around Misty Hollow now than there ever had been before, like someone had grabbed the 'spooky dial' and kicked it up to eleven. It was enough to put even a demon off his game... at least a little bit.

    With Juliet at his side, Crowley felt fairly confident that he was probably the meanest thing outside at the moment, but there was something about the empty streets that was eerie and he couldn't shake it. No matter how fast he walked, coming closer and closer to his own warded home, the unsettling feeling just chased after him and by the time Toast came tearing up the bloody street, yap-yap-yapping away like a maniac, Crowley was on such tenterhooks that he jumped a few inches in alarm.

    "What the fuck are you doing here?" He blustered indignantly, bending at the waist to scoop up the fluffy pup, who eagerly squirmed in his grip, licking and nipping and then lunging for Juliet's face and delightedly latching onto her jowls with a tiny roar of pint-size aggression. "You're probably giving that poor lad a friggin' conniption." Crowley commented blandly, tucking Toast under his arm and setting off again. He couldn't blame Simon - Toast was a piece of shit. If anyone deserved to be eaten, it was him.

    Still, when the vampire ran into him like a freight train, knocking Crowley back a step, the demon felt an immediate spike of annoyance. Juliet, of course, immediately set into growling and grunting and yodeling her shame and disgust in Simon's abominable petsitting abilities. "Guess who I-- slow down. What?" Crowley blinked, trying to keep up with Simon's rambling. He set Toast down on the pavement and grabbed the lad by the shoulders loosely. "Take a breath. Why d'you reckon we're gonna die this time?" He looked over Simon's shoulder as the monstrosity scuttled into view. Its enormous head tilted abruptly one way then the other and it chattered nonsensically.

    "Oh. You mean that. Don't worry about that. Juliet, darling?" The hound gave a sudden, horrible bay and lurched forward, every fang exposed as she howled her rage, sprinting straight for the center of the beast's body. "Don't worry about that, Si. Here, you hold Toast." He picked the puppy up and thrust him into Simon's chest, patting his shoulder firmly. "You're on puppy duty. Don't let anything happen to my bloody dog, Lewis."
    @Simon Lewis




     
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  3. Simon Lewis

    Simon Lewis The Mortal Instruments
    crowley stresses me out

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    UNDERNEATH THIS SKIN
    i think i'm dying here

    At first, he didn't spot the dog. Actually, Simon was so frenzied that he hadn't spotted the dog at all, his wide dark eyes fixed on Crowley as the demon gripped his shoulders and tried to get him to pull himself together. That was probably asking a lot, Simon wasn't really sure if he'd actually ever pulled himself together since being turned into a vampire in the first place.

    He definitely was not pulling himself together now, knowing how oblivious Crowley was in that first split second to what he was saying, and the vampire could feel his own talking get more and more frantic until the demon caught on. Not by understanding Simon's words because the teenager was honestly a pro at being vague and unhelpful, but he'd definitely looked over and shoulder and physically spotted the thing coming around the corner.

    Compared to Simon's reaction, though, Crowley was all casual and nonchalance as he assured him he didn't have to worry about it, picked up the puppy the vampire hadn't realized was there, and promptly shoved him into his arms. "Uh-- Hey, Toast," he mumbled, fumbling with the puppy for a split second as the animal's tiny limbs wriggled around, but by the time he had a good grip on Toast, he was stumbling to the side and taking a few steps back behind the demon.

    "Juliet's just gonna take that thing on?! Does she even know what it is?!" He sure as hell didn't know what it is, and he had a feeling nobody knew what it was. "Besides the creepiest thing literally anyone has ever seen!"



     
  4. Crowley

    Crowley Supernatural
    Simon Lewis stresses me out

    Posts:
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    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Deal-Maker
    Location:
    Misty Hollow
    Race:
    Demon
    Age:
    354
    Alignment:
    Neutral Evil
    Directory:
    link





    Staring at Simon, Crowley rolled his eyes. The lad was like a walking advertisement for why vampires oughtn't be regarded as any kind of threat. After all, Simon was more likely to hurt himself than he was to hurt anyone else, and he was painfully, clearly out of his depth in this kind of combat situation. So much so that Crowley wondered if it would be best to send the boy back to his house to hunker down while he and Juliet handled the monstrosity.

    In Simon's arms, Toast was snarling like the world's smallest wolf, tiny eyes locked on the bird-like beast that was scuttling ever closer. Every fang in his wee mouth was exposed, and it was clear that, if the lad hadn't been holding him so tightly, Toast would have surely launched himself into the fray alongside Juliet. Even restrained, his toothpick legs clawed at the air angrily as the pup progressed to awoo-ing with all his might.

    "Not the creepiest. We fought off an undead dragon the other day. Guess what happened when I cut its head off? Spiders, Si. Big, angry spiders." Crowley teased, watching with folded arms as Juliet barreled at the beast. "She's a hellhound. Believe it or not, this is what she does best." The hound launched herself into the air and latched onto one of the monster's extremities, ripping and tearing at its flesh while it chattered at her furiously.

    Stepping forward, Crowley allowed an angel blade to drop into his waiting hand and he twirled it lazily. "Don't fret, Si. Whatever it is, it's going to be dead soon."
    @Simon Lewis



     
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