kindagood_meg (kindagood_meg) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-09-18 11:16:00 |
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Who: Meg & Open to All
When: Evening Aug 18
Where: Park
What: Chillin'
Rating: Mild for Meg
OPEN
Ongoing
Meg's heeled boots scratched at the sand under the swing she sat on, the seat of the swing tucked underneath herself as she stood at an angle, letting her weight rest on the plastic strip attached to chains. Taking another two steps back, she then picked up her feet and swung forward with her knees bent, feet perched underneath herself. She sighed, frowning a bit as she was lost in thought, unable to enjoy the "vacation" she had claimed to be on. The demon put up a front and indeed was one tough cookie, but now she had to face a fact. Now she had to decide...
What was she going to do now?
She was hardly into the idea of trying to make pathetic followers of dearest Lucifier. These people were so damn righteous. Every last one of the messages that she had read were simpering and whining notes about how much they hated it here or how drunk going to get. The notifications asking for help, they were too goodly. Dead woman on fourth floor. Wah.
Now, however, she had to live with these people. She couldn't poof away--she had tried many, many times. Her fingers wrapped tightly on the chain as her head then tilt back and she leaned full on the swing, stretched out and looking up at the orange sky. She thought she had died. She had been prepared for it, prepared to live eternally damned or perhaps gone forever. It wouldn't be so bad. Now what? Now Meg was surrounded by people she had no intention of getting to know beyond a name and whether or not she could use them if she were in need of a tool. Now Meg had a "son." She was not sure where exactly they stood on that front as in all technicality she was not the legitimate mother but a parallel universe.
Blinking, her eyes opened and were black as the night that would soon to come. The woman looked incredibly sad as she swung by herself, sitting up once in a while to resume swinging before laying back to look at the sky. Maybe she was looking to heaven.
"Damn you," she said on the wind. "Damn you, Clarence!"
As if I ever wanted that kind of life...