bloodyhellcrowley

[bloodyhellcrowley]

I'm going to go on a whim and say the bar. 

Thoughts?

Would anyone know where I could acquire a bottle of Johnnie Walker?

#convo mycroft

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Excuse me, I was trying to have a proper conversation with someone with actual brain cells, if you don't mind, Mr. Rainbow Arse. 

Oh please, Crowley. If you’re a trustworthy individual, I’m a freakin’ unicorn. 

#convo dean #ignore gif text

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Absolutely. I am the pleasant man of pleasant men, darling. Don't you forget it. 

Well, aren’t you pleasant. 

#convo donna #hello there don't mind me #I'm not sober #whoops

[bloodyhellcrowley]

"What can I say, I enjoy having associates to work with when occasion calls for it." Crowley shrugged. It was always so much fun when other people were involved in his schemes, no matter who they were. And with Moriarty a phone call away, Crowley was sure to have a bit more fun than the norm. At least the norm that had presented itself so far in his months of being in the town. 

"So tell me, what do you plan on doing for fun?" Crowley asked. 

.001 ♔ Moriarty + Crowley

Eyes keenly kept upon Crowley, Jim realized that he must have awoken some sort of fond memories within the man. Curiously, it didn’t seem like Crowley was going to run out of memories any time soon. Which, for all intents and purposes, made Jim want to learn more about this mysterious stranger.

"Extermination? My, my you sure do know how to get straight to the point, don’t you?" Raising a brow, Moriarty tilted his head in the same way that Crowley was and smiled at him a little crazily. "There are others like me? I doubt that. Of course, I’m going to place you in the exception." Rolling his head back to it’s normal position, Jim blinked a few times before wondering who else it could possibly be that Crowley was referring to. "I only hunt for the sport, never because I have to."

Curling his lip slightly at the nickname, Jim glanced down at his shoes before looking back up at the other man. “I don’t normally do partners, but,” Pausing, Jim pulled on another smile as he met Crowley’s eyes. “You seem to be the sort who can understand me. So, yes. Partners it is.”

#para moriarty #sorry this is so short #honestly thinking right now is a pain

[bloodyhellcrowley]

If anyone says anything derogatory about alcohol, I may gut them. Fair warning. 

#tpw starter #take advantage of the fact that I am not mentally sound tight now #right* #actually don;t #how english works is a myserty to me #and its my first languge

[bloodyhellcrowley]

How rude, it's almost like you don't trust me. Which is a shame, I'm a very trustworthy individual. Almost sounds like you didn't enjoy, what was it, nanning and waitressing? Not enough excitement for you? 

Oh           Well, you never know with you bunch. Might as well make sure so that we can avoid any awkward situations in the future, hm?

Right, yes. I do suppose that’s fair. My story then, yeah? We’ll stick to the short version for now, if ya don’t mind. I’m a school teacher from Planet Earth. Excellent baker. Best friend of the Doctor’s (y’might know him?). My hobbies include saving the world, reading and travelling the universe. And for past professions          I’ve dabbled a bit in waitressing and nannying and I worked in a shop once. Didn’t last.

So                  got any questions about that?

#convo clara #omg i shouldn't reply when I'm not sober #what is going on

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Hunting..... Crowley hadn't been properly hunting since his days as Fergus MacLeod, hunting and gathering various ingredients in the forests around his home for his mother's witchy shenanigans. And if a few villagers went missing along with the wildlife, well nobody ever complained to Crowley or his mother about it. They must not have minded too much. As a demon, most of his kills could only be considered cleanups - their lives ended far to easily to be called anything else. 

Crowley eyed his companion, almost cocking his head to the side to examine him better as a certain angel was prone to do. "I used to do it far more in my youth. Now I'm more of an exterminate sort of bloke. Though if you're looking for a championship title as a hunter, you may have competition." Although the Winchesters had been rather quiet and ceased all hunting when arriving; it was almost a bore. 

"Why do you ask, Jimbo? Looking for a partner to help?" If Moriarty was half as interesting as he looked, well things here could start to pick up a bit more. In a good way. 

.001 ♔ Moriarty + Crowley

Barely giving a nod, Jim agreed completely with the man before him. Small talk was very much a pest to society, something that annoyed the living Hell out of him, and further made him want to delve deeply into his homicidal tendencies. … Good thing this perfect stranger before him seemed to be in agreement. Though, it did make Moriarty wonder if Crowley had the same tendencies. Given a quick glance, and Jim was almost completely sure that he did-and that thought delighted the criminal far more than it should to any normal person.

Perking up as the conversation changed, Jim widened his eyes as he glanced around once more before darting his cold, dark eyes back onto Crowley’s. “I’ll have to explore then, I do so love a good hiding spot. Especially one with a wonderful view.” Grinning that Cheshire grin of his once more, Moriarty clasped his hands behind his back as he tilted on his heels. Craning his neck to the side as he listened intently, Jim continued to hold his smile before granting the other man a small but curt nod. “Oh yes, and isn’t this such a wonderful little preserve full of interesting game?” Simply, it was the best game there could ever be: man.

"Tell me, Mr. Crowley, do you partake in hunting?" Blinking once, Jim straightened up his posture as he raised a brow, curiosity getting the best of him as he waited for an answer. If he could find an ally this early on, he’d be positively glowing. … Or at least someone to mutually use.

#para moriarty

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Of course you're not. Whoever could say otherwise? 

Looking for the Necronomicon?

#convo jack #ignore gif text

[bloodyhellcrowley]

A bloke can't be curious? Or be trying to test the intelligence of allies? Shame. 

The library, really?

#convo rory #ignore gif text

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Hairless evil cat minion, even if you don't please, Jack. Thank Somebody you are not a hard man to please. 

Looking for the Necronomicon?

#convo jack #I know have that song stuck in my head #thanks a lot jack

[bloodyhellcrowley]

"Small talk, is at best, a waste of time. Seems to be a trend with humanity, really." Crowley grinned. Moriarty was sharply dressed, a suit of impeccable design and fit. He knows how to play the game. In all of his centuries of roaming, Crowley had met a scant few individuals who even knew of the game of life. And here, in this tiny town of unknown origins, Crowley managed to run into another player. Crowley wondered what his game piece was. 

"Don't be fooled by it's innocent appearance, darling. This town has some very nice hiding spots." And wasn't his enthusiasm just thrilling? "Sometimes a prey is smart enough to hide to make the chase last longer." He had missed this; a comrade with someone as psychotic as him, a fellow artist of the rather nonconventional arts.  

.001 ♔ Moriarty + Crowley

Jim’s eyes took in the other man’s appearance rather quickly. Decidedly marking him as a businessman who seemed to be just as bored as the criminal was feeling. Crowley. Hm, interesting, no first name-or was it last?-was given. Which meant the man before him normally didn’t give out too many details of his life.

Good.

This left Jim with a sense of overwhelming glee as he realized he could easily slip into a role best suited for this other person’s needs. Letting the firm handshake continue until it was appropriate to stop, Jim let the man’s hand go and dropped his own to his side. “Straight to the point, are we? I like that in a person. Small talk is so, so boring.” Predatory grin and a roll of the eyes and Jim was sure he’d figured out Crowley’s personality.

Rolling his neck, the criminal looked around their immediate surroundings before turning his brightened gaze onto his newly found ‘friend’. “Yes, very new, just… landed. It’s quaint, isn’t it? This place? No where to run and hide?”

#para moriarty

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Oh, now you just want an early birthday present, my darling captain. Siamese cat or a White Persian? 

Looking for the Necronomicon?

#convo jack

[bloodyhellcrowley]

That bloke looked mighty comfortable laying on the ground like that. Crowley thought as he stared at the man laying prone on the ground. The demon had been lounging around, taking a leisurely walk through the town - he had lost count the amount of times he had done this- and thinking of wondrous things. Things involving a bit of screaming perhaps. 

He had just turned around from his scenic view, intent on heading back to the town for something to do, when Sir Nap-a-Lot stood and introduced himself. 

"Crowley." He responded. "Pleasure and any other formalities which I'm glad to lack." His hand gripped the other's in a businessman shake. "You seem new; just arrived in town?" 

.001 ♔ Moriarty + [Open]

Skinning someone to turn them into shoes must have been one of James’ more clever threats. Of course, it was made within the heat of the moment and if he was given just a few seconds more to think he would have been able to go into greater detail when threatening The Woman. Though, he supposed, that when the threat was made that Irene had taken it well enough to heart to do what he’d wanted her to do in the first place. Which led him into his next chamber of thoughts: Sherlock Holmes.

The famous detective was more trouble than what he was worth, but boy was he fun to play with. Something that the master criminal had taken to instantly. Sherlock loved playing his little games, possibly even got a high off of it, all in the name of solving a case. A Cheshire grin appeared upon the Professor’s lips as he remembered that first interaction the two had made. Holmes was an object to toy with, a possession that needed to be broken, something that Jim was all too willing to do.

And then the fall happened and all the events that led up to his suicide. Or was he dead? He couldn’t quite recall-as there was a grey area that formed when he thought back to that moment. The last he could remember was sticking the cold metallic mouth of the gun against his palate. It was frustrating to know there was something he was missing. He never missed anything, never ever. And yet…

Yet, here he was lying backside down while facing an open sky. The ground was cold, he was cold, and he was wearing one of his most expensive suits and…pulling himself to his feet, the consulting Criminal wiped himself off and sneered as he took in his surroundings. Black eyes darted from one object to another until they landed upon a person. Honing in, Jim cracked his neck before pulling on a smile and stalking forward. When the stranger turned around, the criminal extended his hand and beamed, “Jim Moriarty, Hi.”

#para moriarty #//hello there!!! #//sorry this is short

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Well since you are clearly not an idiot, where would you think of hiding it? 

The library, really?

I really hope none of you actually consider that a legitimate place to look for that book. Jack’s not an idiot. Actually, nevermind. Go ahead, look at the library all you like. 

#convo rory #ignore gif text

[bloodyhellcrowley]

You really are enjoying this, aren't you? All that's missing is an evil cackle and/or evil cat to stroke. 

Looking for the Necronomicon?

Well, I can tell you that it’s not on my person anymore…

and that the Doctor and John are correct, it is in one of the places they listed.

But which one? That’s for you to find out because I’m not going to tell you.

Oh, and beware of the traps, hope you don’t get too hurt. ;)

#convo jack #I wonder if there is a gif of Jack petting a cat

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Text: John

John: Ah, boredom's not good.

John: The Doctor and I have been trying to hunt down the book - we've narrowed it down to five possible locations that Jack's frequented recently. John: You could try searching one or all? Be careful, though, I'm pretty sure that some of them are traps.

Crowley: Oh what fun, a treasure hunt. Seems to be missing a map with X marks the spot though.

Crowley: I'll go poke my nose around. But you better hope my suit doesn't get damaged. It's my favorite.

#convo john #text john

[bloodyhellcrowley]

Figure of speech, darling. Although I could make it to be more literal if that's what you really want. But in this place, what you want its not usually what happens. Expect the unexpected and you'll still get it wrong. That's the town in a nutshell. 

Do I really have the time though? I suppose I do, but let's make a quick deal. My story for yours. Haven't heard much about what you do before you arrived. Do tell, and don't forget the dirty secrets. 

Uhm…. What? Mind explaining that orgy thing? I haven’t been out much yet, so any pointers about this place are greatly appreciated, hm? Should I expect… something?

Right. Two different jobs. Please do elaborate, if you’ve got the time?

#convo clara #ignore gif text