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It's early in the morning, the sky's dark but not dark enough to overcome the massive pentagram hovering above them. Katie's expected early on set, there's news to review and she still has to get her makeup done. The security guards take one glance at her and let her into the locked building. Maybe five demons are hanging around the lobby, one's talking on a phone.
“Well look what the cat dragged in.” the room is smoky, cramped and has wood paneling on the walls. It’s rather surprising to have an unexpected guest in- much less the radio demon. Most of the demons in the room are object shaped, video cameras, TVs, VCRs, tapes of various sorts.
@archnephilia
Her smile is more like a grimace with how late it is. Usually the station just turned to pure pornography at this hour, however here she is. The green screen shines behind their desk, it’s usually a more attractive backdrop but she can see in the broadcast that they've turned it into the night sky.
The demoness takes a long drag of her cig before snuffing it out on the table. She's waiting for their guest to come onstage. A surprisingly chipper crowd’s taken up the studio audience.
@hazbinvesta
Why the fuck is she here so late. There's hardly a ghost around to haunt the studio. The janitor's squelching around, tentacles dripping with foam and soap.
Katie steps out of her office, a thick leather case filing case in her hand. She turns and locks the door. The demon looks down the hallway, spotting some of the cameramen smoking in the seating area. Her hair's a little frazzled, her eyes sag a little from the stress of the day. Most prominently the big fake smile is gone, replaced by a neutral slash of red.
@smiilingdccr She gives the demon a second glance. It's crowded, ugly and the bright red light overhead doesn't make it any prettier. The streets of hell reek like raw sewage and bad motors in the area. Demons are passing, shoulder to shoulder. Next to her is a dinosaur looking looser, his head a massive recording camera. Katie has a mic in her hand, she stops and so does the black and white demon. The camera-demon looks at her, and then tries to figure out what she’s focused on.
@ dcadlysin
The day has been entirely unremarkable. Murder coverage, break. Big heist at the fifth bank of Mormons update. Break. Angel attack, break. Same shit, different day. It's mid afternoon though, and she'll be done soon. Nobody's around the back of stage 5, which isn't terribly odd. They don’t have any musical guests today, so it’s nothing but an empty shell. Katie’s coddling a mug of jet black coffee, her heels click very softly as she wanders around.
Something feels just a little wrong, and the demon knows better than to ignore her guts. Eyes scan over the stage again, wooden floors. Abandoned drum set and stereos. The curtain flutters, that wasn’t her. Maybe it was just a friendly little draft. Katie moves from the far end of the stage to the curtain in a second or two. Her legs can cover quite a distance. Her claws catch the cloth as she pulls it back. Nothing, nothing except for the walkway.
Katie takes a deep draw of coffee and steps into the dark space.
They're a good two miles from the Happy Hotel, the street is quiet and empty. The only light's coming from the big warehouses and a couple of ancient street lights. The car squeaks whenever she moves too much. Katie's actually waiting for Joey, the owner to come out for a little rendezvous with his new girlfriend.
Of course, that never happens. What does happen, is she spots a hunched over demon come crawling down the sidewalk and into the warehouse.
This has to be the third time this morning she's wanted to deck him. Her eye twitches and her grin never ends, the show goes onto a commercial break. Katie's false smile disappears into a blood red line of lipstick.
One of her eyebrows digs down over her socket as she narrows her eyes at him. "Can you tell me why you don't take this seriously?" her claws scrape against the table as she picks up the report papers. Her voice is calm, but she doesn't seem too happy. They have about ten minutes before they have to do a breaking report.
