SECOND ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (Open RP)

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. After a perfectly still moment, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down slightly to discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Bugger."

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Because Sam was the second hottest, of course...

"That was the very subject I'd intended to bring up with you, Will, me boy. Were you or were you not at the wheel last?"

Feeling a stirring of something uncomfortably like jealousy - not a common occurrence in the demon's life thus far - he leaned down to stage whisper to Elizabeth.

"I shouldn't get too close, luv. Nothin' to get excited about." And he made a 'snip, snip' sort of hand gesture with a hard look at the front of Sam's trousers. This was also entirely inappropriate for a nine-year-old or anyone else, really.

*dies laughing*

[iron-and-latin.livejournal.com]

Or possibly because Sam was an emo pretty boy

"I was not," Sam answered, a bit flustered by how his voice seemed to have gotten lower and gruffer since the conversation started. He got even more flustered at the old 'eunich' gag, but Will was only vaguely bemused. "Maybe we should go find her," he suggested uncomfortably.

Re: *dies laughing*

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

Pippi was thinking that "Jack" was making some sort of comment on how "Will" needed to get his clothes altered or some such.

Pippi thought they fit just fine.

But they kept talking about a 'Pearl'... Hadn't Susan said something about a 'Pearl'?

"Isn't Pearl in Tomorrowland?" she asked the two of them.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "My Pearl is in the future," he repeated with a vague flapping of wrists and stared at Sam again.

"I've lost her once or twice, mate, but never in time..."