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Entry tags: | 2009-10-15, angeline |
baby-sitting demons
Who: Angeline and Bubbles {NPC Jamie}
Where: Bubbles' "aunt's" trailer
When: Early evening
Warnings: Violence, blood demonic shepherd
Bubbles wasn't in a very good mood. She'd been in one for the past few days, but she didn't like it anymore because it hadn't been real. It had been disgusting. Like she actually belonged to these people who were trying to claim her! She wasn't a human like them. They were toys, a useful decoration that kept society off her damn back. "People talk about equal rights," she grumbled as she finished cutting to pieces the frilly piece of silk her "aunt" had gotten her yesterday when they'd gone to the mall like a mother and daughter pair. Disgusting. "Yet where are the rights for demons who look like little girls, huh? Nooooooooooooo, those will neeeeeeever happen." She was older than every person in her school for the love of the devil. Why was she pretending to have to listen to them and their rules? Oh right, because demons were bad and they wouldn't want to let one run around. An angel would probably try to decapitate her.
Again.
Because that had almost happened before. Bubbles still remembered the rabid rottweiler that had stopped it, too. He'd been a good dog. She needed another dog like that. And she'd let it tear--
"Bubbles?"
The small demon turned, eyes narrowed in a glare. "What?" After that demeaning display over the past few days she wasn't in the mood to be nice or play friendly. She was very, very tired of her facade and so help her if she felt like someone was treating her like a child.
Her aunt winced, trying not to look at the destroyed dress. Her eyes were already a little unfocused so clearly she'd been hitting the bottle early. "Umm... the baby-sitter's here. That girl whose number you gave us. So we're leaving and we'll be back some time tonight." Bubbles had dropped the dress and zoomed right past her, beaming from ear to ear when she saw the redhead at the door.
"Angeline! I was hoping it'd be you!" She even played a little girl for a second and bounced over to hug her. Sure, she did it because Angeline was a were and she loved stirring them up, but she still did it. "You guys can go now, we'll be fine."
Her uncle was already at the door, holding it open, and her aunt hesitated a moment. "We love you."
Bubbles shook her head. "I don't. Bye!" She waited until the door closed to spin back around. "Sooooooooooooooooooooo Angeline. That's a mouthful of a name, don't you have a nickname?"