Anthony J. Crowley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scaresplants) wrote2011-05-13 10:40 am
scaresplants) wrote2011-05-13 10:40 am
13: The unluckiest number
[Well, the curse this week is highly amusing for Crowley. After all, even though he could perfectly sense people's desires on his own, seeing people's thoughts was even better. The SFC turns on and Crowley smirks- his own bubble is filled with dark smoke and something that looks like a little green snake, twirling in its depths.]
Seeing people's true thoughts- isn't that funny to see? I bet a lot of you are hating every moment of this- but not me. This is like my own personal holiday over here.
C'mon, don't be afraid to show your faces. I want to have a good look at what is going on in your minds...
[Crowley chuckles and then presses a button, intent on filtering to one of his best friends in the city.]
Hey, Nodoka. How are you d-
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
[The demon stares, then presses the button again.]
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
Hold on. What's going on with you? Are you malfunctioning or something?
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
[Suddenly, Crowley understands, and his face shows it- his bubble flashes images of him and Nodoka together, and the snake inside matches Crowley's look of utter shock.]
B-but...it couldn't be. Not Nodoka. Not her. N-not now.
[The demon sets his face in determination, completely unaware now that the SFC is still filming him. He presses the filter button again, this time for a different number.]
Um, Aziraphale? Just...can I come over and hang in your place for a while? It'd really he-
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
No. No no no no. This has to be some kind of bloody joke.
[Crowley presses the button again and again, with numerous "ERROR"s sounding out before he stops. Oh, this is just too cruel. For the first time in a long time, Crowley actually looks scared- almost like a child who has been left behind in a world he doesn't understand. The bubble darkens, and the snake inside curls up in a corner, peering out with shining yellow eyes.]
[After a long pause, Crowley laughs, though it's without any feeling.] So this is what I get when I let myself get attached. I see how it is.
[Another laugh, and a dark look settles on the demon's face. Pictures of him and Aziraphale flash in his bubble, happy and carefree.]
Thanks a lot, Vatheon. I-I wish I had never come here. I'm just your plaything, aren't I? A plaything which you build up and make happy before your tear their whole life apart like a kid tearing down his sandcastle.
[A demonic grin.] And you know what? I don't want to be your damn plaything anymore.
[And with that, the SFC suddenly turns off. People who come by the area later will discover a mangled SFC on the ground, crushed to the point where it doesn't look like an SFC anymore...]
[It'll take a while for him to get in the mood to reply.]
Seeing people's true thoughts- isn't that funny to see? I bet a lot of you are hating every moment of this- but not me. This is like my own personal holiday over here.
C'mon, don't be afraid to show your faces. I want to have a good look at what is going on in your minds...
[Crowley chuckles and then presses a button, intent on filtering to one of his best friends in the city.]
Hey, Nodoka. How are you d-
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
[The demon stares, then presses the button again.]
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
Hold on. What's going on with you? Are you malfunctioning or something?
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
[Suddenly, Crowley understands, and his face shows it- his bubble flashes images of him and Nodoka together, and the snake inside matches Crowley's look of utter shock.]
B-but...it couldn't be. Not Nodoka. Not her. N-not now.
[The demon sets his face in determination, completely unaware now that the SFC is still filming him. He presses the filter button again, this time for a different number.]
Um, Aziraphale? Just...can I come over and hang in your place for a while? It'd really he-
ERROR. NUMBER CANNOT BE LOCATED.
No. No no no no. This has to be some kind of bloody joke.
[Crowley presses the button again and again, with numerous "ERROR"s sounding out before he stops. Oh, this is just too cruel. For the first time in a long time, Crowley actually looks scared- almost like a child who has been left behind in a world he doesn't understand. The bubble darkens, and the snake inside curls up in a corner, peering out with shining yellow eyes.]
[After a long pause, Crowley laughs, though it's without any feeling.] So this is what I get when I let myself get attached. I see how it is.
[Another laugh, and a dark look settles on the demon's face. Pictures of him and Aziraphale flash in his bubble, happy and carefree.]
Thanks a lot, Vatheon. I-I wish I had never come here. I'm just your plaything, aren't I? A plaything which you build up and make happy before your tear their whole life apart like a kid tearing down his sandcastle.
[A demonic grin.] And you know what? I don't want to be your damn plaything anymore.
[And with that, the SFC suddenly turns off. People who come by the area later will discover a mangled SFC on the ground, crushed to the point where it doesn't look like an SFC anymore...]
[It'll take a while for him to get in the mood to reply.]
[Voice]
We all had a job. Just because of that doesn't mean you can use it an excuse to take your anger out on the city.
[ :T NOW GO SIT IN YOUR CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID, CROWLEY. ]
[Voice]
[GOD NAOYA YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER >B(]
[Voice]
Crowley. Your job does not apply here. You're free to do as you please, you do realize, don't you? At the moment, using it as an excuse to relieve your frustration on the situation isn't very productive. While that may be true, it does not mean that you'll be without him forever.
Just as long as you're here.
And in the end, our time here is essentially without strings... you will go back to when you left, and you will likely NOT remember. While I realize this bothers you, what you should be doing is taking advantage of it. ... And if you can't do that, then you should focus on a goal of your own, not one dictated by your so-called job or what you are.
[ Finally, he finishes with an agitated sigh. ]
The only way you can be their plaything is if you let this GET TO YOU. If you do, they win. If you refocus your efforts on something more productive... they lose.
It's as simple as that.
[ And he crosses his arms off-screen, though his scowl is almost audible. ]
Now I suggest you find better ways to go about this. All of us are having the same issue, especially those of us who have been here for a year or so. We'll find a way out. But for now... we just have to cope with being their guinea pigs.