#sallyweepingangelssparrow

[mourn-not-the-morning-blog]

Fine Art

Lucifer ducked his head as he entered the door of the dilapidated old building. It was far too low for easy access, and he wondered vaguely when it had been built. It was not of import, however, and the small room was sufficient enough for his purposes. He dropped the bucket that hung at his side and it hit the floor with an echoing thud, the liquid inside not quite sloshing out. He turned in a slow circle and surveyed the walls, twitching a hand out to bring a table into the center of the room.

Satisfied with the placement of things, he dipped a hand into the bucket and began painting the walls. He could have done it instantaneously, of course, but he had time and doing things manually was just so much more satisfying.

[the10thdoctor]

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A Very Nice Prince/First Midnight/Giants in the Sky

((It's from Into the Woods. Actually a pretty good match...))

[just-the-mortician-blog]

I'm great!, How about you?!?!?

((Pretty great!  Are you enjoying this rp group?))

[askthemadman-blog]

An old friend, I don't buy it but still I don't really mind I just want to your name to so if I can remember you and if you're an old friend!

Well, err. That's the thing. I may or may not... have a name. Funny, isn't it?

[askthemadman-blog]

Wait, I never told you my name before and I'm absolutely sure I never met you before. Who are you?

I'm an old friend. Don't worry, you won't remember me. I've changed just... well. Just a bit. 

[askthemadman-blog]

Excuse me, Sir have you seen a man with crazy brown hair, a long brown trench coat, I think white converse, and maybe some black reading glasses. He goes by The Doctor have you heard of him?

I-- err.

Yes, I've -- I've heard of him. He's... not around here anywhere, I can promise you that! But before you run off...

It's a privilege to meet you, Sally Sparrow.