IC contact: Sirenspull

[paterelohim]

Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[ Video Call ]

[ella_of_frell]

[ Not just by video - by video and by using his foot to turn it on! You are So. Lazy. ... although with the hellhound and all, it's probably less laziness and more because ya just can't move. ]

Chuck, hi! Sorry to call you ...out of the ... um...blue... [ Her words fail her a bit, because ... whaat in the world. Is her video function not working right? She can see Chuck fine, but it looked like something was on the couch. And his leg. For her part, she was sitting on her couch with Kyra, her wolfpup, lounging next to her. She reached over the puppy to pick up a tissue and ...try to clean the screen. Maybe something was blocking. ]

Sorry, I think there's something wrong with my NV. Or my eyes. May I ask a favor?

[paterelohim]

[...Hahaha okay he wants to keep her going a little longer. Chuck hitches an innocent look on his face.]

Uh, yeah, sure. What d'you need?

[ella_of_frell]

[ You're a mean one, Mr. Shurley. :D She narrows her eyes a bit, staring at the couch. Maybe he'd been sitting there for a while and it had a permanent butt indent? No, that wouldn't explain the leg ... or the drool. ]

Wh.. oh-oh! Um....

[ For a second the mystery almost made her forget why she even called. ]


My stepsister's taken ill and I need to look after her, so I won't be able to come into Purgatory for my shift tonight. Could you let Jinx or Gabriel know?

[paterelohim]

[Ah, the mysterious stepsister, who Ella, a headstrong and independent girl, feels the need to cater to no matter how little she ever evidently wants to. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth.]

Yeah, sure thing. I'm going in tonight anyway. Is she okay?

[ella_of_frell]

[ It left an even worse taste in hers; moreso now. She sighed faintly at the question, though it was more in reference to the person in question than the asker. ]

She'll be fine. I think it's the first time she's been ill away from home, so she's making it out to be more of a fuss than it needs to.

But I don't take sicknesses lightly.

[ She lost her mom to an illness, and nearly died herself, after all. ]

[paterelohim]

Dude, you can probably raid a drugstore, shove eight kinds of cough syrup in her, and let her sleep.

[ella_of_frell]

"Dude"? [ You have such a weird way of speaking Chuck. She'll never get over that. ]

I think you underestimate the level of fuss my la... stepsister can make. Telling her to drink the contents of some bottle that tastes utterly vile... it'd probably end up on me more than in her.

[ Okay she has to ask. ]

... is there something wrong with your couch?

[paterelohim]

Well, "vile" or not? I mean, she'll feel a lot better. That's what medicine is now. It tastes like crap and makes you feel fine enough to actually be a person and do shit.

[Oh. Hurrrr. He smiles.]

Oh- no. [He rests his head on something a few inches above his pant leg and starts petting the apparently empty air.] This is a hellhound.

[ella_of_frell]

I'd like to see you get her to take it then.

[ No really. Come over, Chuck. *FOLDS ARMS* I DARE you. ]

... a hellhound? You have a hell hound. [ Give her a second to wrap her brain around this. ]

... ... That is a hell.hound. ...

[ Long pause. She's not sure she believes! ]







Aren't they supposed to be demons or something?

[paterelohim]

[Just. So amused. So amused forever.]

Her owner's a demon. She's actually a good dog.

[He starts doing something that looks like scratching along the side of what has to be the hellhound's head, and you can hear happy doggy sounds coming from goddamn nowhere. He's scratching behind her ears.]

[ella_of_frell]

[ So horrible Chuck, being amused at her confusion! ]

Her owner is a... demon? But she's...

Wait, waitwaitwaitwait. [ She again, tries to wrap her head around this. ]





No. What? [ Come on, you're pulling her leg right?. ]

Well... what's it... her...name?

[paterelohim]

Growley.

[Smile smile~!]

Her owner is Crowley.

[ella_of_frell]

[ She just ... LOOKS at you for a few minutes. ]

Growley...and Crowley.

[paterelohim]

Yep.

[ella_of_frell]

Oh........kay.

I mean, who am I to judge a demon's idea of naming. But Growley?

How long have you had it -- her -- with you?

[paterelohim]

About an hour. [Laughing.] So apparently Crowley's underlings started calling her Growley to be smartasses, and Crowley just went with it to stick it to them.

[ella_of_frell]

I guess that's one way of sticking it to them.

Can you actually see him -- her, or do you trip over uh -Growley all the time?

[paterelohim]

Ah, normally I put a blanket on her. [Pointing at something hanging on the wall- it looks like a bunch of belts, for some reason. All belted together. A small pile of them.] I strap it to her and everything. [Shrug and a wry smirk.] Strapping a crappy afghan to a Hellhound. Only in this place.