Delta Hall (stayingpretty) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-08 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-12, delta, eileen |
hell on wheels in a black dress
Who: Delta & Eileen
Where: Community Park
When: Evening
Today was one of those days when Delta almost wished she had Persephone’s cell number or something just so she could send an oh so charmingly obnoxious ‘GUESS WHAT, BITCHES’ to both her and Bianca. Whether or not she had the number for the latter conveniently escaped her, making her feel a hundred times better about not being able to text just about the only people she figured would get the fuss about being on shift around about the same time a bittle kid somehow got herself put into a freaking blender by… demons, or the angel? She sort of had yet to figure that out in its entirety. If it was demons via the angel then oh fuck her ribs were going to hurt because that was just a bulls-eye where her sense of humour was concerned. She was just going to ignore the fact that her ribs still kind of hurt from when Persephone decided she wanted a hug. Bitch.
So. Today was the day that being among the demonic members of the emergency services really just seemed to pay off. And fuck, she wished she could have been there to see the look on the face of the person that found them all. Angelic-freaking-roadkill. That she had all-but turned her nose up at because, ugh, holy winged thing. Wouldn’t it be funnier if they just flew into windows? Like giant-assed sparrows. Delta would stick with the unholy winged things any time of day. They were ugly as sin – which wasn’t fair, because Excess was pretty hot for a grandmother – but whatever. Her fingers had itched so badly the moment the notion of raising one… or all… of the things had occurred to her. It really wasn’t fair that screwing about with the dead like that was frowned upon so much. Wasn’t like they needed their meat-sacks anymore. Definitely not like the demons gave a flying fuck. And really now, the expression on any of their faces if she had raised one of those legionaries would have been priceless. Just when you think it’s all over, the bastards get back up again and do the salsa.
Was she grinning? Wouldn’t be at all surprising since that was just about all her face her done since she saw what it was she was meant to be helping with. But it was kind of a weird thing to do when you were chilling in the park and your dog just upped and… died on you. Right? Uh huh, whatever. Maybe one day Delta would buy herself an actual dog all for herself rather than steal someone else’s kind of dead dog and take its corpse down the park to play fetch. She’d had the best behaved dog on the planet and everything. It did everything she told it to. Except the Time Warp. Or catch the freaking stick.
“Well I guess that’s the end of you,” she muttered at the canine corpse with a pout, toeing it with a boot that had kicked many a shin before turning on her heel to find something more interesting. Not that much could have beaten today’s shift. How many parents would try to lynch her if she pushed a kid over? Or was that too immature even by her standards? The question ‘What would Grandma do?’ was good for absolutely no one’s health.