“Since I was born they couldn't hold me down; Another misfit kid, another burned-out town.”
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“Since I was born they couldn't hold me down; Another misfit kid, another burned-out town.”
@spiderloved liked / don’t treat me bad - firehouse
trick or treat, monsieur?
{ send frank TRICK OR TREAT ! }
all hallow’s eve. a night in which the supernatural reigns supreme and the barrier between the living && the dead becomes paper - thin — and so, it seems, has frank doyle’s privacy. grumbling, stumbling, he makes his way across the penthouse suite to the front door, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. ❝ do I get to choose the trick ? ❞ he calls out, his voice echoing off the walls of the vast foyer. ❝ if so, I do believe I will choose for you to make yourself disappear ! ❞ when, after a prolonged moment of silence, he does not hear the sound of retreating footsteps, he opens the door with a heavy sigh. ❝ why, if it isn’t — YOU ! ❞ he exclaims with feigned excitement. where was sadie when he needed her to remind him of an acquaintance’s name ? ❝ how wonderful to see you again ! … probably … ❞ sadie would be horribly offended if he turned away one of their friends without giving her a treat. but they didn’t keep candy in the house — it tended to attract children ! — and he wasn’t about to part with one of their precious bottles of liquor, either.
think, doyle, think ! eyes blearily scan the room, passing over the liquor cabinet — and the portrait of the liquor cabinet, which they’d had lovingly commissioned just last month — until they land upon the perfect halloween gift for lovely what’s - her - name. ❝ AHA ! I’ve just the thing ! ❞ he returns to her with an album in his hands. the cover is gaudy, and bears as its standard a large, techni - colour accordion, beneath the title : THE DECADE’S BEST IN POLKA. ❝ we confiscated it from the ghost of a big band conductor ! ❞ he explains as he hands the young woman the treasure. ❝ whenever you want an evening of privacy from your fake ghost, play this album, and he won’t come within a hundred feet of you ! ❞