|Crowley (mine_is_bigger) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2011-08-15 19:23:00
|Entry tags:||castiel, dean winchester, inara serra, lacus clyne, miles edgeworth, sam winchester|
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[ A middle-aged man in a fine, coal-black suit appears on the network stream, regarding the camera with the disdain of someone coming across something unsightly, like a rat or a mysterious stain on the upholstery. He's lounging in one of the library's many armchairs, one ankle settled across a knee. The tapping of the Marina brochure into the palm of his other hand is the only thing that betrays his fraying patience. For now. ]
Is this Limbo?
Did I take the wrong exit and end up in the bloody nursery?
This isn't quite the vacation home I was expecting, so how's this: first one to point me to the exit wins the mystery prize.
Let's not be shy, duckies. I'm on a bit of a schedule.
[ He hasn't felt quite this terrible in a while. Did someone have him gargle holy water before they dumped him here or what? Of course, he can't show that sort of weakness, so he cuts the broadcast as soon as the message is out. Stretching over the back of the armchair, he lets out a muffled groan of discontent. The hand he uses to massage his eyes and temples does little to comfort him. ]