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fandomhighdorms2006-06-14 08:56 pm
demonbelthazor) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-06-14 08:56 pm
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The Roof, Wednesday Night
Bel? Still in demon form.
Elizabeth had suggested that it was an emotional reason, not a physical or magical one, that was causing him to be stuck in demon form. Janet's examination seemed to confirm this. Willing to try anything at this point, Bel was on the roof, trying to relax. Trying not to think about how he would be under a death sentence if he ever set foot in the Underworld again. Trying not to think about how he had almost screwed up his relationship with Phoebe by keeping things from her. Or how he was worried that he couldn't control his demon side. Or that people thought he was sleeping with Veronica. Or that Angel was shacked up with Logan.
Stressed, him? Nah.
So. Relax. Bel lit up a cigarette and settled by the garden, trying to clear his head.
[ooc: totally open for relaxation interruption or help. ;) ]
Elizabeth had suggested that it was an emotional reason, not a physical or magical one, that was causing him to be stuck in demon form. Janet's examination seemed to confirm this. Willing to try anything at this point, Bel was on the roof, trying to relax. Trying not to think about how he would be under a death sentence if he ever set foot in the Underworld again. Trying not to think about how he had almost screwed up his relationship with Phoebe by keeping things from her. Or how he was worried that he couldn't control his demon side. Or that people thought he was sleeping with Veronica. Or that Angel was shacked up with Logan.
Stressed, him? Nah.
So. Relax. Bel lit up a cigarette and settled by the garden, trying to clear his head.
[ooc: totally open for relaxation interruption or help. ;) ]
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"You did last night darling..." She coos at him and brushes a hand over his toned chest.Ranma bends down and hands him his squirt gun that he dropped in the scuffle probably... "Here you go."
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"Mind the scars, sweetie. Mind the scars.""Thanks." John stuffs it into his sling. "I think I'm calling it a night.
And going back to my dorm room and having sex with my wife girlfriend. *end credits from CLue play*"no subject
"But I so adore them John..." Romantic sigh."Fine. See ya sometime soon I'm sure." He sighs.
Mrs. White: Are you a cop?Mr. Green: No, I'm a plant.
Miss Scarlet: A plant? I thought men like you were usually called a fruit.
Mr. Green: Very funny.