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crazyvampchick ([personal profile] crazyvampchick) wrote2005-09-23 02:09 pm

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In the basement, Sunshine is sleeping in the pool, her tentacles rippling now and again, as if she were caught in the throes of a particularly disturbing dream.

Drusilla is upstairs in her office, arranging her papers and humming softly to herself. She seems excited, her eyes gleaming in anticipation, and suddenly she lifts her head as if hearing a sound. "They're coming to tea," she says. "What shall we do if we run low on biscuits?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-09-25 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
John scowls. "No, I don't want it to hurt. I prefer things not hurting. It makes my life that much easier, you know."

At the mention of 'the one you love,' John frowns. "The one I love? That's in there too? Okay, hurt or not, I want them back."

[OOC: Dru can do whatever she'd like to Johnny. I'm game for it. The email address is whitedeathpod @ gmail . com if it's not in profile and I'm usually checking gmail most of the day.]

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2005-09-26 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ow. Ow, dammit. You didn't lie, that hurt like a sonofabith. Damn, I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer."

John rubs his eyes and shakes his head to clear the cobwebs.

"So, that's it? You put everything back? That's wasn't so bad, I guess. I appreciate it in a weird sort of way."

John stands and prepares to leave, still rubbing at his head.

[OOC: Don't mind at all. It was very good! My poor John boy.]