voice test; homeless

[goscrewyourself]

You are so weak. I'm almost impressed by how easy it was to get you here. So what, a few of your friends "play" from my world and they want you to do it too, so you do? You're ridiculous.

And let's get this straight right now: you don't play me. Remember that.

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[watchthesuit]

Wow. You're ruder than I am!

[goscrewyourself]

[Eugh, a small child. Get it away.]

Am I? How interesting.

[watchthesuit]

Mum always tells me to watch my language. She's around here somewhere. Maybe she'll tell you.

[goscrewyourself]

I don't need your Mommy telling me to watch my language. I'm not an eight year old boy.

[watchthesuit]

Neither am I. I'm almost nine.

[goscrewyourself]

That still makes you eight.

[She's never wrong.]

[watchthesuit]

Eight and three-quarters isn't eight.

[goscrewyourself]

You're still in your eighth year of living, little boy, and when you turn nine, you'll be in your ninth year.

[watchthesuit]

Obviously. What about you? Are you in your fiftieth yet?

[runningfromhell]

Better get used to it. First it's dragging you out from the depths, then next thing you know you're thrown into some hellhole filled with candy corn and puppy dogs.

[ Or worse - a place filled with those hero types. You know, the ones rushing in to save the day, that kind of crap. Meg is unimpressed with such shenanigans. ]

[goscrewyourself]

Puppy dogs like Sam Winchester puppy dogs or actual puppies?

[She doesn't want either of them, but maybe the Winchester brothers would be easier to deal with.]

[runningfromhell]

A little of both. There's some of the Sam flavor and a few of the fluffy cute variety.

[ Small, fuzzy and cute are not relevant to anyone's interests according to Meg. Screw that noise. ]

Maybe you'll luck out. Nine times out of ten, these idiots have the attention span of a gnat and move on to something shinier.

[ It's what she hopes for one day. So far, no luck. ]

[goscrewyourself]

Yeah, I can see that attention span worked out well for you.

[She doesn't have much hope for herself, but Ruby's always been a little negative.]

[runningfromhell]

[ Such a glare on Meg's face right now. Yeah, she knows, shut up. ]

Then maybe you'll get lucky like me, and she'll enjoy being your puppeteer so much she'll drag you somewhere ridiculous. [ Glare turns into a smirk. ] Like Wonderland.

[goscrewyourself]

Wonderland? As in Alice? And white rabbits?

[runningfromhell]

In a way. More of an Tim Burton way than a Disney one.

[ It gets twisted sometimes, man. ]

[goscrewyourself]

Sounds awful.

That's where you are?

[lowkeyangel]

Hey, come on. It's probably not her fault that she has such bad taste.

Probably.

[goscrewyourself]

Have I told you lately how charming you are?

Because you're not. I don't want people to think I'm a liar.

[lowkeyangel]

Yeah, that would really be terrible, wouldn't it? Next you'll be telling me that you're a demon.

[goscrewyourself]

Now who's a liar?

[lowkeyangel]

All the time, sweetcheeks.

[He gives her a steely grin.]

Quit it with the sob story, at least. I bet you love having a new place to crawl around.

[goscrewyourself]

[She shrugs a shoulder.]

I'd like it more if there were anyone fun to play with.

[lowkeyangel]

Lemme guess, puppy dog eyes at a moosey Winchester?

[goscrewyourself]

I do love a tall man.