#swingstaticandmurder

[mgneheir]

@swingstaticandmurder​ cont’d from x.

The moment the door to her office opened, the princess had stopped writing and set her pen down. She never turned anyone away  — especially not Alastor. 

“Yeah — what’s up?” 

Charlie sat herself up from her previously slumped position, face lighting up. Not that she minded doing paperwork, but it got boring after doing it for more than an hour or two, so the distraction was gladly appreciated. As quickly as she had responded she noticed the shift in his expression. 

“Oh, um  —” 

She had never seen Alastor cry. Quite frankly, she didn’t think he did at all. The heiress stood up and walked around her desk, reaching a hand out before pulling it back. She didn’t think that it would be well received in his state of tears.

“Do you...  want to close the door and talk?” She offered in a quiet voice.

[radioxdust]

@swingstaticandmurder Continued from Here

"What babe? Ya asked~" He grinned slyly, moving closer to the deer and gently tugging him flush against him. "If you're interested, we could go always go somewhere~ Would you like that, Piccola radio~?"

[blue-burning-heart]

(( Closed starter for @swingstaticandmurder )) -- For all that the hellhound had attained from her ‘lofty’ new position among the demons of Hell, Vae was arguably more unhappy now than she had been before. Those winged bastards were supposed to cut her down. It was supposed to be her grand finale--the final draw of the curtain. Avenge her Dhallia and go out in a blaze of glory. No such luck, as much to her surprise ... for the first time in countless millenia ... an Extermination had ended before the stroke of midnight. Four dead angels was four too many for Heaven to part with, she supposed. Regardless, rather than the ‘heroic’ self-sacrificing death she had sought, she was then lauded as some sort of avenging force that had won Hell a victory she had in no way intended on having. And now here she was, an Overlord of Hell. Had a hellhound such as herself ever gained such a position before? She knew not. But even if she were the first ... the novelty of it was lost upon her, too embittered by being denied the release of oblivion. What was she even to do now? The opportunity to go out fighting as she had intended was beyond her reach and rather than sweeping the city’s streets of villainous scum for hard cash, she now found herself sitting at the ‘big demon’s table’ with all these other big-shots. All the ‘finer’ establishments frequented by the Princes and Overlords were just so ... boring, when compared to the debauchery and raucous atmosphere of Hell’s dive bars and poon houses. This? All this ... froo-froo hoity-toity crap? It was all just so nauseatingly proper. All the same shit buffed to a mirror finish with all the funnest parts taken out of the equation. What was even the point? Vae heaved a soft frustrated sigh as she rapped the tips of her claws against her table, watching the other demons mingle among one another. The same tired song and dance--parleying for favors, trading in deals and assets, moving their lesser ‘minions’ about like pieces on a chessboard. None of it made a lick of sense to her, shaking her head with an annoyed wrinkle of her muzzle. She was so deeply engrossed in spectating that she was oblivious to the fact that she was about to have some unexpected company.

[vileprose]

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with?

Asks, because why not? [Accepting]

[So many, honestly. Music is such a big part of my life that it’s hard for me to choose just one or two. If I had a type of music it would be, anything that isn’t on the radio and anything with a unique sound. Currently I’m pretty obsessed with Andrew Jackson Jihad- People 2: The Reckoning. It really varies based on day to day.]

[applekingpin]

"Is your cup half empty or half full?"

      “. . . Well it’s kind of both, isn’t it?”

[skippy-says-hello]

@swingstaticandmurder

This was an unusual set of circumstances for Grim. She had followed her target to Hell. She would not tell anyone what she was. In fact, she had come up with quite the disguise. Nothing too different from her work clothes. But, she made sure to have some sort of animal feature that was small. And she refused to remove her mask in front of anyone.

She was walking the street, keeping an eye on others. That was when she saw someone. She had seen him somewhere, but could not exactly place where. A picture of some sort? She approached him. “Excuse me, sir. Do you happen to know of any hotels, motels, or inns around here?”

[radioxdust]

@swingstaticandmurder Continued from Here

"Alastor, we can't any people in the door if one of the people behind the hote could also murder them at any moment!" Charlie didn't want to place the order, she hated exerting that onto others but this was becoming a real problem. "If it wasn't a problem, I wouldn't have brought it up. You don't need to throw this big of a fit." Of course, Charlie was everyone's friend, or doormat, until things needed to be done.

[mgneheir]

plotted starter for @swingstaticandmurder //

The spotlight always got hot after a while. Stepping onto stage while it was still fresh and cool was one thing. The adrenaline of performing live, the light beating down on her. It was always a lot, no matter how much Charlie did it. But it was freedom to her, and that's all that mattered. Her hand slid down the pole of the microphone, her eyes taking in the slight crowd.

"You can have the sunset

On some western hill

But this is how I get my thrill."

A sweet soprano filled the speakeasy, accompanied by the lovely music from the band. This had to be her last one of the night. And it passed all too quickly.

When the clapping ended, Charlie shifted on stage, tucking some of her hair back.

"Just a quick announcement before I make my exit, that hotel I've been talking about? Well, it's open now if any of you folks end up needing a place to stay. And I've got-" Charlie stopped for a second, running to the piano to grab a stack of papers, "some flyers for you guys. If you would so kindly pass them around for me?" She bent down, a few whistles making her blush.

The dame stood up before bending at the waist and putting the microphone back, the spotlight shutting off and allowing her to climb down the stairs.