Saturday, February 26, 2005

   i know its a day late but meh...
Ok… well…I’m embarrassed. -_-; I was reading my other post and man was I crazy… yep…. I tend to do that sometimes… anyway… I have found something worse than snail net… solitaire…(shudder) I think I’ve played about 100 games in the past… oh… 5 days. I’m not a gamer… well compared to most people… but I do play and prefer actual games to that horrendous crime against cards that is called solitaire. I think……. Arggg my brain is fried from that game…its all mushy in fact… my brain not the game… uh oh… that can’t be good… any way… chapter seven… oh I just thought I should put up a disclaimer… my Crowley is nothing like the Crowley from Good Omens. Just so ya all know… not like it matters that much… Oh and this particular chapter is written in the true Sita spirit… I just kinda wrote it with no particular plan in mind. So that’s why is sucs… well in my opinion…^___________________^* enjoy…


Crowley: Good to se you made your way back (smiles)
Sita: (looks slightly pissed) Where is my sword?
Crowley: And a bright and shinny good morning to you too. It’s in safe keeping… now onto today’s events….
Sita: (interrupts him) I want to see my sword…
Crowley: Yes, yes… at the end of the month… now…
Sita: I need to see it… (she starts to look worried) listen… just for a moment… please…
Crowley: (he looks at Sita and his eyes narrow) Why?
Sita: I… just…please may I see it…
Crowley: I have very little time for your games… and I would prefer to play my own. (grins) Now… Why must you see your sword?
Sita: (gets very angry) Because it is important to me and I don’t trust you to hold it in good faith… Now, please may I see it?
Crowley: (he looks at Sita for a moment) Have I given you any reason not to trust me? (he holds up his hand for her to be quiet as she opens her mouth) If anything I have been brutally honest in my actions and, though they are not as innocent as a girl like yourself may like, I have made my intentions known (he grins) and on the topic of my intentions…(he holds up a bag) your new uniform…
Sita: (ignores the bag) my sword…
Crowley: (lets out an exasperated sigh) Its fine, I promise, Not that my word means much to you… now get dressed and I will explain the… sleeping situation. (Sita takes the bag and gives him a dirty look. She walks to the bathroom to change. Crowley stands at the door waiting for any hint of an outburst. He makes a disappointed face when the door starts to open. Sita walks out dressed in a low cut French maid outfit. He notices that under the maid outfit Sita is wearing a black body suit like gymnasts wear. He grins ) Smart little fox (he walks toward her and leans forward till his face is about 3 inches away from hers. She has a defiant look on her face) That’s cheating though…( he leans back) but ( he looks her up and down) the effect is not overall unpleasant…(he pauses for a moment) Now sleeping arrangements… follow me…(he walks toward his bedroom talking as he goes) I completely forgot I only have one bedroom…(he looks back at Sita and grins) so I had to setup something…( he walks into the bedroom) you can sleep there (he points to what looks like an oversized dog bed) or there…( he points to his bed) with me…
Sita: ( looks slightly shocked then tries to control her outrage) I guess this will do (she walks over and looks at the dog bed more closely) this looks fine…( she smiles to herself at the disappointment on Crowley’s face)
Crowley: As you like it… Now for today… I would hope that the outfit would be enough of an indication but I will tell you anyway… I would like my flat cleaned… mop is in the closet… I’ll be in my library (he walks out of the room leaving Sita alone)
Sita: (grumbles to herself) he can have a library but he doesn’t have an extra bed room… Yeah right… and I like to clean (she makes a face and walks out of the room to find the cleaning equipment. As she starts cleaning she gets lost in her memories)

(WOOP here we go again… FLASHBACK)

…: so… your telling me you don’t know either of your parents?
Sita: well if I did know then I probably would not be living on the street… or talking to you for that manner…( she takes a sip from her coke and eats a fry)
…: (thinks out loud to himself) that doesn’t seem right… Do you know which one of your parents was a demon?
Sita: no… I told you… I never knew my father and I’m told my mother died after I was born… Nobody knew what to do with a kid with ears or a tail… well it was one tail… for a while… I got shipped around for a while then one day I decided I’d had enough and I left… that was about… three years ago or so (she eats another fry) then I ran into you, literally… you still haven’t explained what you are yet…
…: I’m like you I guess… except full-blood… couldn’t stand my family really…that’s why I left… but I decided to stop running. I found a place to live… keep my head down. (he pauses and looks at Sita closely) Do you have a place to stay tonight?
Sita: ( looks slightly shocked) the usual I expect…
…: well… this may seem a little forward but… your welcome to stay with me if you would like…(he notices the shock on Sita’s face) of course you don’t have to if you don’t want… if you really want to sleep on the street… I can understand…(he pauses) well actually I cant…(he drifts off)
Sita: I haven’t been in a house for two years…
…: well its your choice (he looks embarrassed)
Sita: only… only if I’m not an inconvenience…
…: of course not… let me pay and then we can go
Sita: did… did you have something to do today?
…: No. Why?
Sita: well I did run into you on the street…
…: I felt like going for a walk… a compulsion really…(he looks confused for a moment) but that’s not the point… just give me a second, ok?
Sita: sure… I have to go to the bathroom anyway. (they both get up and Sita walks to the bath room… she locks the door behind her and walks over to the mirror. She pulls off her hat. She looks at her reflection for a moment) …they are not cute (she smiles at herself) Not cute at all…(she pulls on her hat and washes her hands)…

Crowley: (he calls from is library) Fox… would you join me for a moment, please?
Sita: (looks very annoyed and calls back) I’ve told you… my name is not FOX! (she yells the last word and lest out an annoyed sigh. She looks around the room. Its almost done. She sets the mop down and walks to the library) My name is…
Crowley: (interrupts her… acting slightly preoccupied with the papers he’s working on) you really should be careful who you tell your name to… haven’t you ever heard real names hold power? Besides. Fox suits you so much better. (he looks at her and grins. Then he turns back to his papers) Now, I would like drink… lemonade please… lemons in the fridge… sugar in the cupboard… water in the tap. Have fun (he waves her way. Sita looks slightly shocked then she narrows her eyes. She walks to the kitchen and starts cutting and squeezing lemons. (hehe lemons…^___^ all better now… oh btw these will be the only lemons occurring in the story… for now…{evil grin} bwuahahahaha)
Sita: (starts to mimic Crowley) lemons in the fridge, sugar in the cupboard… I’ll give him lemonade… hmmm (she looks at the salt shaker and grins) nice, sweet refreshing lemonade… (she unscrews the top of the salt shaker and pours the salt in) childish but effective… I’m not entirely sure what this will accomplish… but maybe he’ll let me finish my cleaning job…(she pours the lemonade into a glass and caries it down to Crowley)
CrowleyLhe looks up form his papers) Ahh good (Sita hands him the glass and gives him a sarcastic smile. He turns back to his papers and she starts to slowly back out of the room) Sita… (she pauses and a look of terror crosses her face)
Sita: (she tries to sound innocent) yes…
Crowley: how is the cleaning going?
Sita: fine… why do you ask?
Crowley: (he up from his papers) well the party is tonight…
Sita: (her ears drop) party…?
Crowley: oh ( he turns in his chair and grins) I must have neglected to tell you… I’m having a business party tonight…
Sita: here?
Crowley: where else?
Sita: demons?
Crowley: who else?
Sita: full blood demons?
Crowley: only deal with the high ups. Now don’t look so nervous. (he puts the lemonade down and stands up) you will be there as my… date shall we say… (he moves to put his arm around her shoulder and she moves back) I promise nothing will happen as to harm a hair on your head…(she slowly backs toward the door) Now you just make sure that the flat is cleaned…(he pauses) oh and next time use sugar… I don’t know what kind of lemonade you drink… but I like mine sweet. (he closes the door behind her)
Sita: (looks slightly shocked then yells at the door) BASTARD!!
Crowley: (calls out) that’s not very nice… remember what happened last time (Sita glares at the door) careful… wouldn’t want your pretty little face to stick that way…

I know… not that great… grrrr its being difficult… stupid pervy Crowley… we all know where he wants it to go… (*wink wink*)… but this isn’t that kind of story!! Oh no!! hehe. Nobody knows what’s goin on with “…”? I would think somebody would have figured it out… hmmm 10 points to whoever can figure it out… bwuhahaha. Hmm I think that everybody will be invited to the party too… who wants to come? No really I need to make this exciting again… just an idea. No pushing now… really… yeppo. Well if anybody does decide to come to the party… [why would they want to come to your party? Will you be playin pin the tail on the ass? (*looks hopeful and holds up pin*)] WHO GAVE YOU THAT?!!?!? GIVE IT BACK!!!! OUCH!! Jerk. Well I know who isn’t invited… [I know who isn’t invited too… he’s mufffffffle (*Sita covers her mouth and tries to act innocent*)] ehem (*grin*) she’s crazy (*twirls finger beside head*) OUCH she bit me!![…. Bwuahahahah] I think I need a rabies shot…you are so not invited . . . grrr stupid, stupid, stupid… who gave her that pin anyway? Yeah so anyway…party… sounds good? Oh and seriously 10 points to who ever figures out what’s up with “…” I give you a hint… he cannot become invisible… and he doesn’t like to hide… confused yet… yeah, so am I… [will there be candy at this supposed party?] not for you…[…Cake? …Alcohol? …PINATA!?!?!? (really, really hopeful look)] who in their right mind would put a blindfold on you and hand you a stick? With alcohol involved!? YOU’RE NOT INVITED!! [we’ll see about that. Bwuahahaha] O.o right… yeah so I’ll figure out the details later. let me know if your interested… not entirely sure how this is gonna work but I’ll make it. I just really, really want to have a party. […strippers?] NO!!! YOU’RE NOT INVITED ANYWAY!!!!!!!! [damn (*kicks rock*)] anyway I have an issue to resolve…so ttyl…
Sita
[hey!!!! that’s not fair!!!! who said you get the stick!!!!! Uh oh… I don’t like that look…. I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING... well nothing bad… NO STOP!!!…. AHHH!!!! (*runs away * followed closely by a ticked Sita )]


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