Undertaker ~::Kuroshitsuji::~ (theundertaker) wrote in hannibals_hotel, @ 2009-09-07 17:04:00 |
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Current mood: | chipper |
Current music: | Good Burger movie |
Entry tags: | !entry post, !incomplete, jeeves, undertaker |
Jeepers! It's the Creeper! (now with less mun fail!)
Who: Undertaker and Greeter~
What: He's here to creep up the Hotel He's arrived.
Where: Lobby. First his little 'abode', though.
When: Today, Wee hours of the morning. :] Bodies can't tend to themselves, you know~. Ok that was creepy, even for me. >_>
Summary: He's arriving. :D
Rating: Uhm. PG-13? For general creepiness and some vauge description of the dead. :];;
Oh what a wonderful day! More homicides, so many more bodies to fix up and make positively stunning, or that nothing had happened to them, even if the Undertaker wondered why people would go to such great lengths to cover them up; some of those wounds were absolutely beautiful, "People are too cruel to each other. But it makes me happy~, so happy~. Yes it does~, yes it does~." He sang a bit (that was an understatement) off-key, but no one else that breathed was in the quaint shop was going to critique his song; only the Undertaker himself was present and alive.
Every now and then, Undertaker wondered where Mr. Butler had gone off to. It was quite unseemly for one of said butler's stature to up and leave without any official word. There were rumors, of course, (as there should be) of where, and how, he had left. He was offered a better deal, with pay (Yeah, right. And pigs grew wings and Undertaker's corpses walked the Earth in search of something as trivial as that) -- No, it was that he got killed (he chuckled at that one), and dozens upon dozens more. Ciel hadn't visited him often; on the rare occasion that Ciel had tried to visit, the caretaker was called to preform a burial or redig some graves, whicih was a sad thing on Undertaker's end; he did enjoy the little Earl's company, even though it wasn't a shared feeling from said person (it was just too much fun to hype it up and watch the Earl squirm with unease when he was in the caretaker's midsts).
Undertaker frowned for a moment as he reached for the urn that held his beloved cookies, shaped like thigh bones, from the top of an empty casket. He pulled up another empty casket, opened the urn, and began eating one of the said cookies, when everything morphed into a hotel lobby. The urn was still in one hand; poised to set it on what seemed to be a coffee table decorated with beautiful flowers within a vase, and instead of a casket, he was sitting in a rather comfortable chair.
Undertaker's infamous smile widened at this event. It seemed that some things would never cease to amaze him, and this was one of them, "Am I needed? Or am I just a precaution? Either one is just as well.~ &hearts:"