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?

Comments

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

You make up with her yet?

voice

[paterelohim]

Yeah. She, um, yelled at me for trying to find another job and offered me disability leave. So that's the hidden secret for making women happy.

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

What is? Getting the tar beat out of ya? Could've told you that myself.

voice

[paterelohim]

Nah, making a deal with the Devil and then getting the tar beaten out of you.

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Even better. How's... [so awkward] You know, everything otherwise.

voice

[paterelohim]

Boring and generally stoned.

What're you up to?

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

It's daylight, innit. [That's a macho way of saying I'm playing with kittens.]

Jealous of the stoned part though. I take it the good doctors gave you some good drugs.

Re: voice

[paterelohim]

Oh, playing with the cat. Yeah, the doctors were pretty great to me. Something about rib fracture pain making people limit their movements? Apparently trying not to cough gives you consumption or something.

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

No. They're clear across the room. [Such lies]

..My ma had that, you know. Didn't know people got it anymore.

voice

[paterelohim]

They don't.

...Uh, how old are you, again?

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Buck fifty and some.

voice

[paterelohim]

Jesus.

Don't worry, Gramps, you don't have to go anywhere. I'll come to you. Just put Matlock on.

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah. You asked.

voice

[paterelohim]

I was expecting, like. Seventy or something.

voice

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Was seventy about seventy years ago. [Now he's just being a jackass.]

voice

[paterelohim]

Whatever. I'm coming over and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

voice // if you want to log this up bb i'm going to work, or we can actionspam here up to you <3

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Door's open.

ACTIONSPAAAM~

[paterelohim]

[About... sob, two hours later, Chuck comes rolling up to the apartment building and up to Spike's door. Look, wheelchairs are bitches to navigate, okay?

Cue doorbell ringing etc.]

ACTIONSPAAAM~

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Come in. [But wait he hears the wheels. GETTING UP to open the door.]

Forgot about the chair. [Now he feels bad. He shouldv've Mary Poppins'd over to see you :( But now he's stepping back for Chuck to come in, two kittens darting past to hide under Peter's bed.]

[paterelohim]

It's okay. [Wheeling in creeaakily.] I'm thinking of attaching jet engines.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He winces a little at the noise--super senses and all.] Guess I don't have to worry about finding you a place to sit, at least.

[paterelohim]

Nope. [He smirks a little and adjusts in the wheelchair- outfitted as it is, with padding, cushioning, and a recliner thingy that Magneto pimped it out with the day he came home from the hospital. Chuck wheels over to a convenient spot and turns around.]

So what's happening?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

You're looking at it, huh? What'd you expect?

[paterelohim]

A three-ring circus. Way to be a cranky-ass.

[He reaches into a side pocket and pulls out a flask.] So, Fred.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

...Fred? What about 'er? [he's eyeing that flask.]