Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Friday
Sep. 21st, 2012 08:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chosehumanity"...Now this here is your room, isn't that fantastic? I think there's a game of Buckaroo downstairs-- one of the other guests must have left it behind."
"Buckafuckingroo?"
The surly teenager standing before George gave him a look that went beyond disbelief. George, being George (and being rather preoccupied with sorting out the boy's sheets) did not let that throw him off his stride. "Yes," he said, decidedly. "It's a fantastic game for two to eight players-- oh, forget it, I'm just trying to think of things to keep you occupied."
... so yes, George handled it exactly like George Sands would.
"I can keep myself occupied," the little vampire said, sighing, and sat down on the bed.
It took a few moments before that one made it through to George's brain, but as soon as it did, he dropped the pillow. "Oh god, you're a teenage boy, of course you can." Ew ew ew ew ew.
"Hello!"
George had never been that happy to see Annie before.
"Don't you ever knock?" the boy - Adam - said, eyeballing Annie.
"Oh, I don't have to, being a ghost has some perks," Annie said. She had a smile on her face, her hips shifting a little as she spoke.
"Well, not around me, I don't want ghosts popping up all over the place, it freaks me out," Adam complained.
"You're a forty-six year old vampire," George pointed out, taking a moment to eyeball Adam right back, "who dresses like a child. Don't call her freaky."
"Anyway," Annie said, clearing her throat, "I'm just stopping by to see how you boys are getting on."
"Badly," George said.
Adam leaned over and kicked him.
George nearly toppled over, spun around on one foot, balanced precariously on it for several moments before setting it down on the floor and letting go of a belated, "Ow!"
He pointed a finger at Adam. "He just kicked me!" he shrieked. "I-- Annie! Tell him off!"
The look Annie gave him made it clear that this was not the most mature, manly thing she had ever heard George declare, but also that it wasn't exactly in the running for the least mature, manly thing he had ever said.
George sighed. "I need to call Mitchell," he said. "Again. He's still not answering his phone."
"You've left ten messages," Annie pointed out. "Maybe it's time we tried something else."
"Yeah," George said, rubbing the back of his head and giving Adam the stink-eye. "But who else do we know who knows anything about vampires--"
His eyes met Annie's eyes.
"Right," George said, and dashed-slash-stumbled-slash-flailed his way out the door towards the phone.
[[ for he who has been handwavily summoned here, and myself. Parts taken from Being Human 3x01: Adam's Family ]]
"Buckafuckingroo?"
The surly teenager standing before George gave him a look that went beyond disbelief. George, being George (and being rather preoccupied with sorting out the boy's sheets) did not let that throw him off his stride. "Yes," he said, decidedly. "It's a fantastic game for two to eight players-- oh, forget it, I'm just trying to think of things to keep you occupied."
... so yes, George handled it exactly like George Sands would.
"I can keep myself occupied," the little vampire said, sighing, and sat down on the bed.
It took a few moments before that one made it through to George's brain, but as soon as it did, he dropped the pillow. "Oh god, you're a teenage boy, of course you can." Ew ew ew ew ew.
"Hello!"
George had never been that happy to see Annie before.
"Don't you ever knock?" the boy - Adam - said, eyeballing Annie.
"Oh, I don't have to, being a ghost has some perks," Annie said. She had a smile on her face, her hips shifting a little as she spoke.
"Well, not around me, I don't want ghosts popping up all over the place, it freaks me out," Adam complained.
"You're a forty-six year old vampire," George pointed out, taking a moment to eyeball Adam right back, "who dresses like a child. Don't call her freaky."
"Anyway," Annie said, clearing her throat, "I'm just stopping by to see how you boys are getting on."
"Badly," George said.
Adam leaned over and kicked him.
George nearly toppled over, spun around on one foot, balanced precariously on it for several moments before setting it down on the floor and letting go of a belated, "Ow!"
He pointed a finger at Adam. "He just kicked me!" he shrieked. "I-- Annie! Tell him off!"
The look Annie gave him made it clear that this was not the most mature, manly thing she had ever heard George declare, but also that it wasn't exactly in the running for the least mature, manly thing he had ever said.
George sighed. "I need to call Mitchell," he said. "Again. He's still not answering his phone."
"You've left ten messages," Annie pointed out. "Maybe it's time we tried something else."
"Yeah," George said, rubbing the back of his head and giving Adam the stink-eye. "But who else do we know who knows anything about vampires--"
His eyes met Annie's eyes.
"Right," George said, and dashed-slash-stumbled-slash-flailed his way out the door towards the phone.
[[ for he who has been handwavily summoned here, and myself. Parts taken from Being Human 3x01: Adam's Family ]]
no subject
Date: 2012-09-24 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-24 05:41 pm (UTC)"I don't want to take him back to the island," he said. (Derek's hiring had used up Jack's annoying-Eric quota for the rest of the year -- and he couldn't see Derek and Adam getting on, either.) "Do you know anyone, maybe? I feel like we can't just set him loose."
no subject
Date: 2012-09-24 05:43 pm (UTC)Someone who had spent several hours harassing him about Daisy just now...
no subject
Date: 2012-09-24 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-24 06:17 pm (UTC)