Persephone (demonsjazz) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-01-09 10:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-22, cheila, persephone |
you shouldn't talk with strangers.
Who: Cheila and Persephone That's right
When: Late afternoon
Where: Somewhere in the woods
Warning: ...Persephone playing with an angelic-blooded Elias. I mean... think about it >.<
'I am not going to bring you a rabbit. If I catch a rabbit I am going to kill it and then I am going to eat it. Because I am a wolf, not a lap dog, and you cannot tell me what to do.'
Persephone rolled her eyes and slapped the stick she was carrying against her palm. It wasn't a baseball bat, but it was around the right size, and while she waited for her familiar to make an appearance instead of just pacing around growling at her and making snide comments in her head, she looked around for a rock that she could hit. Just because she'd grown up in America and knew that baseball was the national past-time didn't mean that she gave a damn about it, it was just something to do to pass the time. Plus they liked to go to clubs. And there wasn't much that was more fun than firing off some player's excessive little habits to take steroids or drink and take random women home because 'one more time won't matter'; it only got better when they crossed the line they were toeing and got found slumped over their toilet with a bottle of pills in one hand and a hooker ducking out the window. Fond memories. "Bring me a rabbit, Chopper."
'Silver.'
"So Chopper--" Of course she was deliberately ignoring the wolf. She was her familiar and she'd treat her however the hell she wanted. If Chopper didn't like it then she could just run off again and play with the wild things. Which wasn't going to happen. As much as she bitched and whined, Chopper seemed determined to be around her. Why the hell anyone thought it'd be a good idea to give a demon a familiar was beyond Persephone. Though it definitely, beyond any sort of doubt, proved that it wasn't the doing of any sort of god. She'd have to bring that up the next time she made her way into a church just for the shit's and giggle's. "Chopper, I forgot what I was just saying. Damnit. I still want that rabbit."
'You wouldn't even know what to do with a rabbit.'
"I'd take it to the girls." No, she'd probably hang it up on the street lamp nearest her window and see how many people screamed before someone got the guts to climb up and take it down. And she'd curse it so whoever did try to be the hero would end up regretting it. Okay, second one sounded more fun, the girls could find their own dead beasties to play with when their eyes turned pitch-black. She wished that her eyes-- a growl made her straighten, fist-sized rock held in her hand as she listened to the woods around. They'd been quiet all along, but they were even moreso now and she thought she could... "Ohhhhhh, now what is that?" There was a little ripple that had shot down her back as she heard the sound of leafs crunching a moment before she spotted a woman. A woman with far too blonde hair whose very presence made her feel like she was standing outside of a really-truly blessed church. Shut it, Chopper. You won't bring me a rabbit, I'll just play with a native. Persephone grinned widely and slung the stick over her shoulder, not even caring that it shed bark and bits of dirt on her pretty new shirt. "Well hey there gorgeous," she drawled. "What're you doing out here?"