Re: Janus A/Steve M
[Janis first tried playing one of her records from X-mas and was actually amused enough to leave the real horror (labeled "Pink Floyd") running. The 'Boys were going on about how they were larger than life, just barely audible under the hum of the window-mounted air conditioner going at full blast. Janis had left much of the colonial opulence that had come with the room, and there was plenty of evidence of her current occupation, with clothes (originally designed for both men and women) scattered over the chairs and the edge of the unmade bed. The pillow had some bloodstains on it, but the room's inhabitant had left scents of wood polish, hints of sulfuric charcoal, gardenia and honey-based perfume. Rather than teacups there was a tin hot water heater and a couple half-full mugs, and there were more magazines and newspapers than books scattered around. A battered airplane and model car sat on the bedside table.
The environment was recently disrupted by a hauled-forth side table piled with cardboard pizza and 'wing boxes, and gleaming liter bottles of carbonated drinks sat underneath it. The aroma of cheap American food was overcoming that smell of melted rock that sometimes accompanied the demon's appearances. She was sitting with a loose cotton robe on over folded-up jean shorts and kitten sunglasses, gnawing on a wing.]