[He speaks as soon as he hears the phone pick up, not even giving his brother a chance to speak.]
Okay, so, get this, turns out old Mrs. Williams was a witch, or at least people thought she was, so that means that the wouldn't have buried her on hallowed ground, which means we don't have to salt and burn every Ann Williams in the cemetery. So can you head over to the library? We need to figure out where they would have buried her.
^^~! [timeline? AU?]dude_whoareyouMay 1 2012, 17:34:16 UTC
[whooooa, slow your roll there, Buddy! Ava's eyes widen and she tips her shoulder, nudging the cell phone closer to her ear a little, abandoning the search for her keys a moment -]
Oo-kay, well... I don't know what to tell ya there, Mr. Crazy. But I do know, witches? Don't exist. If this is a joke, it's not funny.
Hello, Angel of Death calling... (RNG says 8 - business talk with a hitman, yay!)metthewrongguysMay 1 2012, 17:41:01 UTC
[Although Samael is not exactly a fan of modern technologies, he has to admit that phones are clever little devices. Mortals seem to be so much more willing to listen to him when he is not in the same room with them, the focus of his dark eyes not resting on their precious hide. Thumbing Mr. River's number, he waits not-so-patiently, cursing under his breath,] Oh Lord, please not the mail box again. If you want me to do this job...
Beep: Clay! I can't do this anymore, I just fucking can't. You haven't been home at all, god it feels like forever this time around. I try, I really try! I wanna try, because I fucking love you. I do. Just--I can't do this anymore. I am sorry!
[oh, Jenna. He had just been about to call you, apologise for not keeping in touch for a while. When he missed the call and it went to message - Clay had been pleasantly surprised. But then, standing there frozen in his hallway as he heard her on the other end.. it had turned to cold horror. And he had to lean back to the wall, tip his head back in a slow, ease of breath. Oh. Now what, Miller?]
Sowwy bb, but they shall make it through, and make it right :)
[Jenna was packing her things and collecting the kitten she had adopted as well as the small dog she began to foster. With her life teetering on normalcy for a while, and being able to go back to school as well as her job working with those kids. And a possible newer job translating for this doctor's aged mother who needed help with her husband. He was in a hospice, and she did not speak English. Jenna had begun to feel a false sense of goodness, happiness, completeness, and safety. Yet, Clay hadn't been around, in felt like forever this time and there had been little to no communication. May be an email here or there, some messages. No real communication though. It felt like she was swallowing razor blades because she was trying not to cry here, but that wasn't happening.]
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Okay, so, get this, turns out old Mrs. Williams was a witch, or at least people thought she was, so that means that the wouldn't have buried her on hallowed ground, which means we don't have to salt and burn every Ann Williams in the cemetery. So can you head over to the library? We need to figure out where they would have buried her.
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Oo-kay, well... I don't know what to tell ya there, Mr. Crazy. But I do know, witches? Don't exist. If this is a joke, it's not funny.
[and she'll be hanging up soon as!]
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Oh, um, you're not...Dean. Sorry. I, um...I'm writing a book about witches. Trying to get my...editor to help with some research stuff.
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Beep: Clay! I can't do this anymore, I just fucking can't. You haven't been home at all, god it feels like forever this time around. I try, I really try! I wanna try, because I fucking love you. I do. Just--I can't do this anymore. I am sorry!
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[Jenna was packing her things and collecting the kitten she had adopted as well as the small dog she began to foster. With her life teetering on normalcy for a while, and being able to go back to school as well as her job working with those kids. And a possible newer job translating for this doctor's aged mother who needed help with her husband. He was in a hospice, and she did not speak English. Jenna had begun to feel a false sense of goodness, happiness, completeness, and safety. Yet, Clay hadn't been around, in felt like forever this time and there had been little to no communication. May be an email here or there, some messages. No real communication though. It felt like she was swallowing razor blades because she was trying not to cry here, but that wasn't happening.]
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