Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

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[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's just wandering about, hating his existence a little bit, you know how it goes.

He pauses when he notices the little kid]

Great. More children. That's what this place needs.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[You didn't see many castles in Tyson. Expecting clapboard houses and water pumps and outhouses, the towering stone edifice was enough to leave the girl stunned.

But she's well aware of people around her. It's a skill that, even know, she's carefully cultivated. Best to know when the boys were home and Mama was in a hurry and would get mad at her being underfoot.

What gets her to stare isn't him being there. It's his suit. Moneyed people were even less common than castles, really, and she blinks blue eyes at him as she tries to figure out how she's ended up in a story...like the ones she heard on the radio programs that Mama would sometimes turn on.

Castles and suits and magic...her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at him a little harder. Then up at the building. Then back to him. A small seed of an idea might have settled in place] Is this your castle?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley snorts a little]

Despite many allegations to the contrary, no. I'm stuck here just as everyone else.

You're new, I take it.

[He couldn't shake the feeling he knew her. It wasn't something he got from faces, of course, but by souls. Demons have a good memory for souls. Helps with long-term corruption and all that. But this was young and new and a bit...off. He couldn't place it]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she gives him a confused look. Four-year-olds generally don't know what allegations are, Crowley. And she doesn't understand what he means by new.]

I'm four.

[Practically all grown up. He was obviously mistaken]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[well then, here's Duran trotting about. He's resigned himself to helping his crazy mistress with these weird 'community reforming acts of kindness' bullshit. Life was so much simpler when they actually fought tangible monsters and bad guys. And when he was metallic and carried high caliber firearms, but that's another story altogether.

So, have a rather large white wolf looking curiously at this lost-looking kid and trying to figure out what his mistress would want him to do.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly has always been an odd sort of child.

Very odd.

The castle might have thrown her, but when she realizes there's another presence, she turns to look...and doesn't even blink. He's huge, compared to her, his red eyes level with hers, but she simply holds out her hand as if he was one of the neighborhood dogs] Puppy!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[he just stands there for a moment, vaguely wondering if it's the fluffiness factor that's making people stop being afraid of him. He steps forward and politely sniffs her outstretched hand.

...

Have a cold wet nose pushing itself into your face for a more definitive sniff, kid. Weird. You're mistress' friend, just. Oddly smaller.]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[small children wandering about outside? of course he'll sneak up on her. it builds character.]

What's a kid like you doing outside this late at night?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she whirls a little at the sudden voice, but the sudden beating of her heart calms almost immediately when she realizes it's not one of her brothers.

There's a bit of wariness...but certainly not as much as there probably should have been] I was playin'.

[Which...is entirely true. And doesn't explain at all how she ended up here]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[huh... you smell familiar, little girl. at least he doesn't seem particularly threatening, being not-that-tall and wearing sneakers and a t-shirt and all that.]

Playing what?

exploring, you say?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Five's on his way back up to his room after taking an evening stroll down into town, when he spots the little girl in the lobby with the journal dangling from her hand like a stuffed animal]

Well, hello, there. [he offers her a warm smile] And who might you be, mm?

\o/

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly's already met an assortment of unusual people and, so far, everyone's been quite nice. So she only hesitates a little before pulling her gaze from the arching ceilings and grand staircase to answer him]

Hello.

[her lips press together a moment, as if thinking. Or maybe just chasing away the distraction of the immense castle] I'm Jillian.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Jillian?

[he smiles, but his eyes widen as he looks more closely at hers. so bright, so familiar -- and that hair! even in miniature --]

Nooo.

[but to his credit, he recovers remarkably fast, crouching down to offer her a hand] Well, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Jillian! I'm the Doctor.

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley's just wandering about, hating his existence a little bit, you know how it goes.

He pauses when he notices the little kid]

Great. More children. That's what this place needs.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[You didn't see many castles in Tyson. Expecting clapboard houses and water pumps and outhouses, the towering stone edifice was enough to leave the girl stunned.

But she's well aware of people around her. It's a skill that, even know, she's carefully cultivated. Best to know when the boys were home and Mama was in a hurry and would get mad at her being underfoot.

What gets her to stare isn't him being there. It's his suit. Moneyed people were even less common than castles, really, and she blinks blue eyes at him as she tries to figure out how she's ended up in a story...like the ones she heard on the radio programs that Mama would sometimes turn on.

Castles and suits and magic...her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at him a little harder. Then up at the building. Then back to him. A small seed of an idea might have settled in place] Is this your castle?

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley snorts a little]

Despite many allegations to the contrary, no. I'm stuck here just as everyone else.

You're new, I take it.

[He couldn't shake the feeling he knew her. It wasn't something he got from faces, of course, but by souls. Demons have a good memory for souls. Helps with long-term corruption and all that. But this was young and new and a bit...off. He couldn't place it]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[well then, here's Duran trotting about. He's resigned himself to helping his crazy mistress with these weird 'community reforming acts of kindness' bullshit. Life was so much simpler when they actually fought tangible monsters and bad guys. And when he was metallic and carried high caliber firearms, but that's another story altogether.

So, have a rather large white wolf looking curiously at this lost-looking kid and trying to figure out what his mistress would want him to do.]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly has always been an odd sort of child.

Very odd.

The castle might have thrown her, but when she realizes there's another presence, she turns to look...and doesn't even blink. He's huge, compared to her, his red eyes level with hers, but she simply holds out her hand as if he was one of the neighborhood dogs] Puppy!

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[he just stands there for a moment, vaguely wondering if it's the fluffiness factor that's making people stop being afraid of him. He steps forward and politely sniffs her outstretched hand.

...

Have a cold wet nose pushing itself into your face for a more definitive sniff, kid. Weird. You're mistress' friend, just. Oddly smaller.]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[small children wandering about outside? of course he'll sneak up on her. it builds character.]

What's a kid like you doing outside this late at night?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she whirls a little at the sudden voice, but the sudden beating of her heart calms almost immediately when she realizes it's not one of her brothers.

There's a bit of wariness...but certainly not as much as there probably should have been] I was playin'.

[Which...is entirely true. And doesn't explain at all how she ended up here]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[huh... you smell familiar, little girl. at least he doesn't seem particularly threatening, being not-that-tall and wearing sneakers and a t-shirt and all that.]

Playing what?

exploring, you say?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Five's on his way back up to his room after taking an evening stroll down into town, when he spots the little girl in the lobby with the journal dangling from her hand like a stuffed animal]

Well, hello, there. [he offers her a warm smile] And who might you be, mm?

\o/

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[Jilly's already met an assortment of unusual people and, so far, everyone's been quite nice. So she only hesitates a little before pulling her gaze from the arching ceilings and grand staircase to answer him]

Hello.

[her lips press together a moment, as if thinking. Or maybe just chasing away the distraction of the immense castle] I'm Jillian.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Jillian?

[he smiles, but his eyes widen as he looks more closely at hers. so bright, so familiar -- and that hair! even in miniature --]

Nooo.

[but to his credit, he recovers remarkably fast, crouching down to offer her a hand] Well, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Jillian! I'm the Doctor.