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Post by ellen on Aug 23, 2013 9:21:21 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b][/center] With the Road House burned to the ground Ellen had no idea what to do with herself. She had just been brought back for a reason that was beyond her and she had to admit she was not too happy the whole thing. Of course being alive again was good but she hated not knowing who brought her back and why. What the hell was wrong with people she though as she walked inside a place that was a bar and a grill at all once. As soon as she step foot inside it made her miss home. Home was of course being the Road House. But she had a plan soon she would open another one of those places again, a place where she would feel right at home and where hunters would feel at home too.
Soon Ellen was seated and a waitress walking over to her who had a far too short dress. Ellen had been about to say something but instead she bit her tongue and looked down at the menu. ‘’I’ll have the burger and fries and a beer, whatever is not on tap.’’ She said simply her eyes looking from the bite marks to the girl’s eyes. She looked young; she could have been about Jo’s age. Her daughter. Of course just thinking about her daughter was hurting her. But hopefully Jo was still safe in heaven, she had died to young that was for sure but at the same time Ellen didn’t want her daughter to be in pain.
As she waited for the girl to get her order Ellen looked around as far as she could see there were no hunters. “thank you.” She told the waitress has the beer been settle in front of her. Yeah this place was no home, she thought as she sip her beer quietly. But now that she knew Bobby was around and so were the Winchesters maybe it was time for her to settle down here as well. Maybe open up her own place. This was clearly more of a family restaurant and she could use something that was different, maybe something a bit like to Roadhouse. It would never be like the roadhouse that was for sure. She would never have home again she knew that but maybe she could have something that would be a bit closer to it. If it felt like home it would be enough for her to deal with. At least it would help her feel more at ease around here.
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Post by crowley on Aug 23, 2013 17:01:24 GMT -6
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Crowley wished he could say he was busy, but he just wasn't. Castiel was taking his sweet, sweet time finding purgatory, and Crowley's leads ran dry on that front. Still, Hell wasn't gonna run itself, so he found himself taking care of that business more often. The only other thing going on in Crowley's life was he now had his own personal concubine in Bela Talbot. And he did have a lot of fun with her, she knew what she was doing and that made Crowley very happy, well as happy as a Demon can muster anyways. So the King of Hell decided to walk into the Mystic Grill for a much needed drink.
It wasn't normally his sort of dive, but he just happened to be in town and this was the first place he came across that had the smell of drunks and booze coming from it. So it was better then nothing. This place was far to... nice for him. Not that the king of hell didn't like nice things, he just preferred to drink in seedier places cause he could always here a conversation of some poor sap in them just begging to sign their soul away for money or love or some stupid thing like that. The people that go to places like this were generally happier and less chances for deals to be made. Even in his down time he looked out for business.
He wasn't in there for more then 2 minutes before he spotted someone he knew, or rather someone he had his hell hounds kill. Ellen Harvelle. He knew Joanna came back from the dead, but now her mother. It kind of made Crowley sick in the stomach that she can just come back to life, that anyone could just get a free pass and a reprieve from death. When it was their time, it was their time to go, even if Crowley had to kill them himself. He approached her, and uninvited sat down in her booth across from her, waving the menu the server bought to him. "Scotch on the rocks, and I mean ice." Crowley told her.
"Ellen Harvelle, alive and in the flesh." Crowley told her looking her up and down. He really was quite pissed that Momma Harvelle was alive and well, but maybe he wouldn't do anything to her. She meant very little to him. Just that when he wanted someone dead, he wanted them to stay dead, and there were far to many people coming back from the grave lately and that rubbed Crowley the wrong way. "Last I saw of you, you were blown to chunks and my hounds were picking at the scraps." He informed her.
Tags: Ellen Harvelle, Open
Words: 454
Notes: Hope it was ok I replied. I need to get Crowley active.
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Post by ellen on Aug 27, 2013 10:43:40 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b][/center] Ellen felt his presence before she could even see him. She knew he was there. At first she didn’t really knew who it was, but she felt the demonic presence around. It was stronger than anything she had felt before, perhaps it was because he was the reason why she had died and that perhaps had things been different she would not feel like this. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her, it could also be an effect of being dead. Whatever it was she was not sure what was going on until she saw him standing next to her table and soon sitting down as if he owned the place. Not that she would have expected anything else out of him really.
Crowley sure had a way of presenting himself, as if he wanted to make sure everyone knew who he was, how important he thought he was. Being in the presence of the king of hell might frighten some people but not Ellen, did she feel comfortable around him? No really but she was not about to let him see this. She knew what he was capable of. She had been on the end of his hellhounds. And while she had not died alone and took out all the ones that had been after her. Did it mean that now he was back to finish the job? She doubted he would do this now. Crowley seemed more like the type who want to taunt her and not kill her right away,
Ellen waited until he gave his order to the waitress and that she had walked away to eye him fully. “the one and only” she told him before taking a sip of her beer. “have a seat…” she told him. “not that you seem to think you need an invitation or anything.” Ellen could not help but wonder what he wanted out of her, it was clear this was not just a social visit to catch up. “So what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked him.
The woman shook her head. “This is where you are wrong Crowley. I blew the bitches up before they could get a bite out of me.” Yes she had died but she had died helping to save the world and it was all that mattered to her. And now that she was back she was willing to do it over again. “Now was there something you wanted? I really doubt you were just looking for my company...”
Tag: Crowley/open
notes: it's awesome! love that you joined it
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Post by crowley on Aug 28, 2013 22:18:40 GMT -6
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"Don't mind if I do." Crowley said ignoring her snark filled attitude right now. As the king of hell, you learned to let such things go in one ear and right out the other. You couldn't afford to lose your temper just because someone not so important sassed you. It was true though, he didn't need an invitation, not in his mind. Why would he need an invitation to make someones life a living hell? He was the king of hell, a demon, it was kind of in the job description. So its not like she insulted his character or anything, as he was doing what he was suppose. Besides what would he care if she wanted him to sit with her or not?
"Trust me, the pleasure is all yours, sweetheart." Crowley said to her, his voice full of boredom, the good stuff was yet to come, and he was growing a little impatient waiting for it. That was the worst part of having forever to get stuff done, as you ended up getting bored really easy when you had nothing good to do. "Oh you know, figured I would catch up with an, old, friend." Crowley said, with a shrug. "And to find out why your alive of course. Like I said, I don't like when people rise from the grave, its bad for business." Crowley pointed out. He really did get quite the attachment to finding out why this stuff was happening.
"You blew a couple up, but if you think you blew all of them up, then dementia is setting in, in your old age." Crowley stated, taking a sip from the scotch the server finally bought him. Looking at her. He was quite pissed that her and her bitch of a daughter managed to kill a few of his hounds, but that wasn't the point. Crowley sent the rest of his hounds in later to pick the rest of the scraps so that not even one shred of Ellen and Jo Harvelle remained on this planet. A lot of good it did, as here she was, back from the dead, alive and well. This pissed Crowley off more then anything, as death was suppose to be forever.
"I want a lot of things." Crowley stated bluntly. He was a demon, his list of wants. needs and desires was long. But if Ellen meant what did he want in this moment, the answer was really simple. "I want global warming to continue to spread, I want the wars in the east to escalate, I want people to continued to murder each other over money and other worthless things. Most importantly, I want you and everyone else that has returned, to return to whatever holes you all crawled out of and stay dead." Crowley stated once again, bluntly.
Tags: Ellen Harvelle, Open
Words: 471
Notes: YAY!!
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Post by ellen on Sept 2, 2013 10:28:05 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b][/center] Ellen could not help but roll her eyes as Crowley sat down. As if he really cared if she wanted him to sit down with her. no he did things his way. Had he not been the king of hell, Ellen wouldn’t have found this as annoying as it was right now. But the fact that he was the one responsible for her daughter’s death made her skin crawl. But of course she could not do anything about it, at least not right now but she was sure that her time would come soon enough. She was patient enough to wait for the right time to do her move, she knew how strong he was, knew that it was not something she could do with ease, and she could not do on her own.
“oh wrong…I get no pleasure in this…” Ellen corrected him even if she knew that he knew very well that she hated him and his company. “Well if you are trying to catch up with an old friend I suggest you go back to hell it might be the only place where you would find such a thing…but I really doubt you have friends ever there…” she said letting her voice trail. No the people who followed Crowley did it because they were scared of him and not because they liked him. It was one way to live a life not something she would choose for herself but maybe it was the way so called great leaders were made. “I wish I could say that I’m really sorry my coming back is hurting your business but really I could not care less about you or your business…”
“oh I know there are plenty where those came from, but knowing that they were taken down so easily…well kind of makes me smile.” She told him before flashing him a smile. “you know for such strong creature they were not so smart really…they walk straight into a trap…” she shook her head taking a sip of her drink. Yes she knew that her being back here pissed Crowley off a big deal and she was going to play on it as much as possible. If he thought that she was just going to take his insults, he had another thing coming. While she could not kill him right now, it didn’t mean that she could not piss him off. It was a dangerous game to play but Ellen doubted he was going to kill her now…she knew he had more pressing matters at hand.
Ellen laughed. “well global warming is not about to stop, people will always make wars and kill each other so at least you have those parts save but for that last part. Well let’s just say you can’t always get what you want…” she told him looking onto his eyes. “so listen to me, you might just get use to the fact that I am here because really I ain’t going anywhere. So go back to hell do whatever it was you were doing because clearly you were not powerful enough to keep me dead…”
Tag: Crowley/open
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Post by crowley on Sept 3, 2013 1:25:21 GMT -6
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"Admit it, I get you hot and bothered." Crowley told her when she spoke to him telling him that she got no pleasure from his company. Crowley liked teasing people in this way, making them angry at him, especially when he knew that they could do nothing about it. Ellen was a hunter, yes, and she and her brat child killed some of his hell hounds, and even a few demons. But at the end of the day, what was she gonna do to him? Stab him with a fork? What good would that do her other then piss him off? So he knew he could say anything to Ellen and get away with it.
"You know, words do hurt, Ellen. Mind if I call you Ellen? You know, hell is really nice this time of year. Care to find out yourself?" Crowley asked her when she told him that he could go back to hell as that was the only place he would find any "Friends". Crowley didn't really have any friends in hell either. His closest friends right now were Bela and Ruby and both of them were out and about right now. So if he wasn't a demon, maybe he would be really offended by this comment from the hunter, but in this case he didn't really care and just let it go in one ear and out the other.
She continued to talk about his hell hounds in a vial way. Well, his hell hounds were different then normal ones, they were bred just for his needs and he felt quite angry when someone killed them. "You think so? Would you like to find out if you can take some down today?" Crowley threatened her, he can release his hell hounds on her at any moment if he chose to do so, but she really wasn't worth it. "Nah, best not feed them to often, the hungrier they are the more then desire to kill. Plus, you won't be to much of a challenge for them anyways." Crowley continued.
She told him he couldn't always get what he wanted. "Oh trust me love, I have my ways." Crowley told her, standing up and moving to sit next to her, knowing this would make her extremely uncomfortable. He stroked her arm gently, again to make her feel uncomfortable. "You know, back in your day, I bet you were a hot little thing, had all the boys coming to the yard?" Crowley asked her. "Your to old for me now." Crowley said moving away from her, hopefully completing his creep out of Ellen Harvelle. She continued to insult him.
Crowley just shrugged. "Clearly you won, you are here and there is nothing I can do about it... but send you back to the grave myself." Crowley spoke to her. He didn't really mind that she was back, she was nothing to him compared to some of his bigger problems. Really this conversation was starting to bore Crowley who only wanted some fun, but he wasn't getting any. "Oh well, Ellen, should I kill you myself?" Crowley asked her, then he shook his head. "Nah, I don't think you are worth the time or energy." Crowley said, standing up looking at her.
"Just know that if I wanted you to be dead again, then you would be." Crowley spoke to her before turning to walk away. When he got outside, the demon he summoned for before he approached Ellen was waiting for him. He turned to him. "Keep your eye on her. If she leads you to Bobby Singer, her bitch daughter, or the Winchesters, let me know." Crowley told his demon.
Tags: Ellen Harvelle, Open
Words: 613
Notes: So, I figured that they can only go back and forth like this for so long, so I had Crowley pull out of this thread. I know its really short, but what else could they do but get into a fight?
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Sept 5, 2013 23:05:29 GMT -6
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