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Verity ([personal profile] justasaleswoman) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2009-01-13 08:14 pm

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The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?



[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 04:20 am (UTC)(link)


Cerberus cants his heads, listening intently as the foriegn names are pronounced. It is, however a different word that makes his earss prick forward with curiosity.

People keep saying that. Um. What is a hellhound? I've asked Epimetheus but the only thing he said he knew of them was they weren't his doing.

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2009-01-15 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
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Cerberus has never caught on to the practice of facepalming. Thankfully. The narration suspects he would have a permanent handprint across his visage were it not the case. As it is, The hellhound hunches his shoulders and offers a trio of sheepish doggy grins.

And somehow it all becomes clear. He says in a uncharacteristically dry tone. I am the only one back home. I did not know Hell had any.