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OOC: How do you say goodbye to the people you love?

I absolutely hate this part, I really do, but I have decided to withdraw from the group.

You all have become some of my greatest friends, and I am fairly certain this group has saved my life. I don’t want to leave, I really don’t. My brain struggled with it all night while I tried to ‘sleep on it.’ I don’t take these decisions lightly, and my internal struggle nearly killed me emotionally.

Given everything that has happened, mixed with the unfortunate events having to do with my family, I have decided that this group, right now, isn’t the best place for me. Everything kind of hit me at all angles at roughly the same time, and I nearly collapsed under the stress.

This group was supposed to be a place for me to get away from the stress, not add more on. Unfortunately, that’s not how things work. I want to be clear on something, I love you all, with all of my heart, and I would like to stay in contact with you all.

I also may want to come back to the group as soon as it and I get back on our feet. I know this is a devastating blow to the group as a whole, but if anybody can pick themselves up, it’s SURP.

As soon as my life calms down, and my family is less stressed as a whole, I will then think about coming back to SURP, the first RP group I was ever a part of. You will always be my first love.

So, how do you say goodbye to the people you love?

You don’t.

Skype: ctinalynn

Cell #: 760 808 4533 (unlimited text)

Kris was stunned when she heard the loud ‘ahem’ and pulled her head from Crowley’s shoulder. She immediately moved away from the other demon, and she couldn’t imagine what must have been going through the demigod’s head. Here she was, with the king of hell, covered in flour and other baking materials, hugging.

When she watched Ty duck into the room she immediately felt better about the situation. At least she knew Ty could be rational and not throw a hammer at Crowley as soon as he got the chance. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for what’s going on.  Right Kris?” Kris nodded her head fervently, and looked around the kitchen.

She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her thinking about what they must look like, “We’re, um…baking?” She smiled sheepishly.

Marvelous Things(Kris, Crowley, Thor, Ty)

Thor couldn’t help but laugh when Typhoon mentioned the fact that he was “too good” for Kris to cheat on him. Before Peter and Kris, Ty and Thor had gotten to know each other in another way that others hadn’t. He looked over at the blushing water bender and smiled before looking back at the road. “Thank you.”

The demigod looked up at the apartment building and sighed, he knew it was Crowley - if it wasn’t, who else could it be? Thor all but ran up to Kris’ apartment door and turned the knob to the door. He knew it would be unlocked - even if he told Kris over and over again to lock it. 

Once he got into the small apartment he dropped his Mjolnir, making a large bang sound on the floor. There he was, staring at the one thing he didn’t want to be staring at… Kris and Crowley hugging. He clenched once of his fists and used the other to grab his Mjolnir again. “Ahem.” Thor coughed, making his presence known.  

Kris walked into the hotel room and looked around while the woman changed in the other room. The hotel was nice, and no doubt expensive, Kris wondered if she got the rooms herself or if her clients paid for the rooms as well as her services. She shook her head at the thought and turned around as the woman walked back into the room.

Kris suddenly felt underdressed in her simple tank top and jeans, while the beautiful woman in front of her wore a sexy black dress, thought she was sure the woman had no idea just how sexy the simple dress looked on her.

Kris sat in the chair opposite of the miss Irene Adler and leaned forward a bit, “Well, there have been some deaths surrounding the…dominatrix scene, and I believe these deaths are…” She paused and sighed, this was usually when she lost people, “…supernatural.” She stated, leaning back in the chair, waiting the woman’s reaction.

The Call {Kris & Irene}

NY Hide Out (Kris & Tony)

Kris was sitting on the concrete floor, as she looked up at the cement arches, and glass tiles that allowed the light in from the surface. The brass chandeliers no longer the source of light for the romanesque architecture. This was her favorite spot in New York, the abandoned City Hall subway station.

The station itself was opened for business in 1904, and was used every day until 1945, when it turned into a ghost station. The city used to allow tours, until the late nineties, when they shut the station down for good, due to security risks. Kris thought it was such a shame that the city would allow something so beautiful to just sit in the dark and rot.

Kris normally ended up here once or twice a week, sitting on the concrete platform. She always brought a tennis ball for Falcore, and would toss it around until he finally refused to bring it back. Once in a while she would wake up with her head resting on her dog, and realize she actually fell asleep in the old station.

Hardly anyone bothered her, though the homeless would make an appearance once in a while, searching for shelter from the snow or the blistering heat. In the subway she felt at peace. She could hardly hear the noises from civilization above her, and trains no longer ran on these tracks.

She normally found herself at the station when she had a bad day, or needed to think. Today was no different. She had a feeling that she really couldn’t shake, a feeling of dread, really. There was something coming, and Kris knew it was going to be big, and unpleasant, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

She was sitting with her legs crossed out in front of her, and her back leaning against the wall. Falcore lay beside her, after refusing to bring the ball back to her twenty minutes before. When his head shot up, and his ears perked, she knew someone was there. She looked in the direction the hound was zoned in on, “Hello?” She asked, half expecting it to just be another one of the homeless.

Kris smiled across the table as Adam put his hand on hers, pulling her from her memories. She turned her hand around and gave his a small squeeze before pulling away and continuing to eat her salad. After a couple of minutes Kris decided she was finished with her food and pushed her plate closer to the end of the table. She took another drink of her coffee and sighed.

“So you just, woke up in a field? After being in the cage for all that time?” She really felt for Adam, she knew how hell could be, and she couldn’t even imagine what he must have gone through with Michael and Lucifer.

She leaned forward in her seat so prying ears couldn’t hear, “I am so sorry this all happened to you, Adam. You didn’t deserve any of this.” She smiled sadly at him.

No Way Out (Adam & Kris)

Kris nodded her head and placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. Looking over the the curse box, she took a sip of her beer, her mind reeling. They needed to find the rest of these trinkets and save these people. Their time table had been cut down tremendously when they realized how quickly these things killed people.

She looked back at Sam, “I say we go straight to the shifter.” She shrugged, “At least we can get the information on where he got them and who he sold them too.” The sun had already begun to rise, and the light was shining through the cracks in the motel curtains. The shifter should be to his shop soon, and Kris would rather meet him there.

“How about you get a shower, you look like hell. I will run across the street and get breakfast, then we can head out.”

Shattered Hopes (Kris & Sam)

fixed it

Misha Collins in TV series, 1998 - 2012

OOC HIATUS NOTICE:

So, as some of you may or may not have noticed, I haven’t exactly been keeping up on my replies. I am not sure if it is writers block, or a result of some recent events in my personal life and/or around here.

As of now, I will be going on a hiatus. I am not sure how long this will last, it might be a few days, or it might be closer to a week or two. I don’t have school or anything like that, I simply need to take a step back to reevaluate my involvement with the group, and decide if this is the best place for me to be. When I first joined, I loved being here with all of you every hour of every day, any promise of a social life was quickly thrown out the window for me. Things have changed since then and I just need to take a step back and breathe a little bit.

I will still check in on Chatzy every once in a while, and if you’d like, you can always contact me through text or Skype. Or hell, I will most likely answer my phone for any of you guys, so feel free to give me a call, because, let’s face it, I still wont have a social life.

Skype - ctinalynn

Cell - *(760) 808-4533 (unlimited texting, so feel free to spam me.)

I love you all, and I am so sorry for doing this to you, especially the people I have threads with. I just need to take a step back.

OOC HIATUS NOTICE:

So, as some of you may or may not have noticed, I haven't exactly been keeping up on my replies. I am not sure if it is writers block, or a result of some recent events in my personal life and/or around here.

As of now, I will be going on a hiatus. I am not sure how long this will last, it might be a few days, or it might be closer to a week or two. I don't have school or anything like that, I simply need to take a step back to reevaluate my involvement with the group, and decide if this is the best place for me to be. When I first joined, I loved being here with all of you every hour of every day, any promise of a social life was quickly thrown out the window for me. Things have changed since then and I just need to take a step back and breathe a little bit.

I will still check in on Chatzy every once in a while, and if you'd like, you can always contact me through text or Skype. Or hell, I will most likely answer my phone for any of you guys, so feel free to give me a call, because, let's face it, I still wont have a social life.

Skype - ctinalynn

Cell - *(760) 808-4533 (unlimited texting, so feel free to spam me.)

I love you all, and I am so sorry for doing this to you, especially the people I have threads with. I just need to take a step back.

Half an hour ago

AU: The Best of Us Are All A Little Mad (Kris & Crowley)

So basically, Crowley had this amazingly beautiful idea for an AU story, and this is what blossomed from that...

Kris picked at her cafeteria food, avoiding eye contact with everyone else in the room. She was the person in the loony bin that everybody agreed was crazy. They all steered clear from the girl with hallucinations and religious psychosis. She looked up at the hospital director as he placed a plate of delicious looking food in front of her. When he asked about the trouble she got into yesterday, she merely shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, and?" She asked, while digging into the large red apple on the lunch tray. 

Crowley chuckled a bit at Kris. He knew Kris far to well, he had known her in nurse school, he had been there the day she was admitted as a patient, he knew his Kristabelle. "And what love? You know playing coy doesnt suit you...." Sighging the doctor grabbed for his clip board and made as if he were going to make notes. "If we really are back to square one Kris, we can play therapist all day, or I can put away the clip board and you can talk to me doll." Crowley sighed and looked pointedly at his patient of choice, leaning over his clip board and seeming to ignor his own lunch tray. 

Kris frowned as soon as Crowley brought out the clipboard, she never liked the damn thing, no matter who was holding it. For some reason, though, it made her feel especially ridiculous when Crowley held it. She shook her head, indicating that he didn't need to record her 'progress.' She shrugged again, "I don't know what happened, he made me mad, and I snapped." She frowned and took another bite of the apple, while watching the other patients glare at her like she were the devil. 

Crowley snorted and rolls his eyes. "I hadnt gathered." The doctor drawled, his accent thickened by sarcasm. "We'll play yes or no then." Crowley pushed aside the clipboard, he carried one simply because he could jolt down notes on ocassion, but more often he could hit people upside the head with it, or use the device to look busier then he actually was. "Thor made you angry, uncommon for you but common for relationships, either way you fought, yes I'll assume, and you told the nurse you became a demon, ill just say yes for you once again so we can get to the meat. You're skipping your medicine again?" Crowley spun his pen absently on its tip, studying Kris with scrutinous eyes, he was in a good mood today, which depending on the patient could be a frightening thing, but with Kris's out burst, it was hard to say which way the good doctor would swing now, his mood still peppy despite. "That or you're still on edge, over Chuck predicting the hospital closing." Crowley's voice was much lower now, much more serious as his whole demeenor changed, Kris skipping medicine was an every other day event, but with all the suprise inspections, and the new state of the art fecility opening a town over, rumors flew that the old Cross-Roads Asylum, servicing most of southern Maine for over a hundred years would close, not that anyone cared about the building, it was the patients everyone worried over. Some would go to prison, some to the streets, some to the new facilities, some to families, it was all a toss of the coin, and though Crowley had refused to confirm any of it, Kris should have known by then things were not buissness as usual. 

Kris picked at her food, suddenly not hungry at all. Yes, she had fought with Thor, but only because he was being paranoid, and saying that she was sleeping in Dean's room. She had told him time and time again that her and Dean were just friends, but the blonde refused to listen to her, so she snapped. She couldn't explain the feeling if she wanted to, it was like everything good in her was gone, and she felt evil inside of her, pure evil. She shook her head, "I have skipped the last couple of days on my meds." She shrugged, it was nothing new, "You know I don't like the way they make me feel." She always felt fuzzy, and tired. When Crowley mentioned Chuck, she visibly stiffened at the tone in his voice. She assumed her believed the hospital would be closing as well, and if the director believed it, she was worried, "I can't go home." She whispered. She would be one of the ones to be sent home, and her home life was bad enough as a child, she couldn't imagine what it would be like when Abraham and Sarah's little girl came home from the looney bin. 

Crowley let out a tired sigh as he glanced around the room at the other patients, some too medicated to know what room they were in, but others, were watching and listening like hawks, but the nurses were trained in on Crowley like hounds to a fox. "Come on, I have some new equipment I was hoping to try out. Been doing electroshock since I was a boy, but they always make some new contraption that works worse then the last." Crowley stood up, and motioned for Kris to follow, though he would never use the more inhumane methods on Kris, not anymore anyway, it made a good excuse, and the words electroshock had most patients back to staring at their feet. Crowley lead Kris down the winding hall ways of the ancient building, leading her towards his office. "You infact cannot go home Kris, not any longer." Crowley said as he pushed open the door, gesturing for Kris to enter first, his expression was blank, but he was studying Kris all the same. 

Kris narrowed her eyes at Crowley when he said the word 'electroshock.' She knew that he wouldn't do that to her again, or at least she had hoped that he wouldn't, and her assumptions were correct when he had led her to his office, just like he had a dozen times before. She looked around the office, it looked the same as every other time. There was a large oak desk towards the back, with two chair in front, and one throne sized one behind it. A couch sit in the corner, next to a coffee table and another chair. Kris had laid on that couch thousands of times, even gone to Crowley's office once or twice to sleep, when she couldn't sleep in the plain white cell, and smaller than twin sized cot they provided for her. She looked at the walls, plastered with awards and impressive degrees from different colleges and programs. She watched as he shut the door behind them, "Why can't I go home?" She asked, more out of curiosity than disappointment. 

Crowley slid in to the throne like chair behind his desk, clearing off files and folders so he could atleast see over them, to say the man was a work-aholic was an under statement. Most patients, and eve some staff believed Crowley didnt really sleep, he simply went to other hospitals to torment more patients when he wasnt at Cross-Roads Asylum, lurking its halls day and night to peck over staffs failures, and preying on patients. The Asylum was run with scary efficiency, no one skipped time, no one got free, and all and all it was a well oiled machine. Except for Kris. Crowley had seen her grow up in an essance, and now that she was his patient, though the first three years had been hell, and the asylum he was sure was still hell on her, he had long ago given her the key to his office, letting it be an oasis where Kris was his daughter not his patient, and for it he hadnt changed a thing in years, an almost unspoken supersitution between the pair that changing it would mean the pause button on time would be undone and things forever after would shift. "Your father died last night Kris, thrill for you I'm sure......but your mother followed him within the hour. He got less then he owed, a heart attack, but your mum, I believe a 44 was the cause of death." Crowley sighed and pulled a small folder of paper from the desk, leafing through it though it was obvious he had read it allready. "In effect, both will be burried by your sister Baton-Rouge, any money left over that does not go to funeral expenses will be handed over, along with any profits from the house sales to clearing your fathers impressive debts. You were deamed mentally unfit to be a beneficiary Kris."

Kris sat down slowly in one of the chairs in front of Crowley's desk and listened intently to what he was saying. Her father was dead, that didn't bother her so much, he was a drunk and her was abusive. The only thing she wished was that he had died a long and agonizing death, like cancer, or liver failure. To have a heart attack just didn't seem fair. To hear that her mother had died was a shock. She loved her mother more than anything, aside from her baby sister, and for her mother to go out like that? It was wrong. She was so much better than her husband, and to kill herself because he had died made Kris sick to her stomach. She began to tear up at the mention of her sister, and the tears started flowing when the realization hit her, "I don't have any family left." She cried, "Where am I supposed to go?" She was so lost in that moment, that she felt like a little girl again, and had a feeling she resembled one as well. 

Crowley stood up as the first tears began to fall, and by the time Kris had curled in on herself, sobbing like a scared child, Crowley was there, putting his doctors coat around her like a blanket, and in a gesture that was half guidence and half embrace, was pulling her over to the old well worn couch. "Eventually sheep go to heaven, and goats like us will go to hell, but untill then, you go right here." Crowley spoke soothingly, as he situated Kris on the couch, meaning by his last statement less the Asylum by the 'here', and more right there, in the dusty clutter of Crowley's office, the hospital owner right there to press a half filled bourbon glass in to her hands. SOme people believed hot tea cured all, Crowley believed cold hard scotch would do just as good. 

Kris pulled the coat tighter around her, though she was not cold, she felt comforted by the warmth and smell of it. She allowed Crowley to lead her over to the warn down, yet still comfortable couch, and she sank into it. She sniffed and cried like a small child after their favorite pet had died. Her shoulders shook, and she made gasping sounds while trying to control her breathing, before he had a panic attack. She took the offered glass with shaky hands, and brought it up to her lips. They warm liquid ran down her throat and almost immediately soothed her cries. She took another drink, finishing the glass off in one last gulp, and handed the glass back to him, with an embarrassed look on her face. "Thanks." She mumbled. Crowley was now officially, the closest thing Kris had to family, and she was honestly more grateful than he would ever know. 

Crowley let Kris cry it out, the proven Dr McLeod method, that was promised to curse the worst hysterics, brooked no tears and was utter hell, but right then the doctor was out, and in the king of the psych wards stead was left just Crowley, the man who at the moment simply kept an arm around Kris's shoulders, keeping her together as best he could, no clip boards or prescriptions. "I'll have a nurse bring Falcore later." He soothed, knowing the last thing Kris needed was thrown out in to the juggle just yet, and though indirectly he was offering to let her stay as long as she needed. "He's gone now, you're as free of him as you let yourself be." 

Kris Kris nodded at the promise of her dog being brought in. Well, technically, it wasn't her dog, but nobody else personally asked for Falcore, knowing that the dog indirectly belonged to her. As soon as Crowley had brought the dog into her room they fell in love, and Kris smiled for the first time in a long time. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and sniffled. She had no family left, but she wasn't alone. She was free of her past, finally, and thought for a brief second, that she could maybe get better, and move on. For now, though, she would settle for taking a nap in Crowley's office. The alcohol quickly made her sleepy, and her eyes began to droop a little bit, "Can I stay in her until they bring Falc in?" She already knew he would allow her to but she still felt the need to ask. She knew once she walked out of the office she would get the strange looks, and the hushed whispers about the crazy girl who spends far too much time in the Doc's office to be considered anything but illicit. 

Crowley nodded, and stroked her hair for a while, he knew the nurses whispered everything from abuse to romance about what Kris and Crowley did behind closed doors,despite his best to hide it, and while he and Kris had fucked before, it was gone now. A strange misplaced at best, but still present fondness for the girl had developed, he was proud of her, insanity and all, and truth be told, she was a chance to make up for Gavin, he had grown to be fond of her in her own right, but the ecer prescent ghost of his real son still haunted the aging doctor. "I'll clear your schedual for the day, sleep and by the time you wake up Falcore will be here, drooling on the furniture and I can chase the both of you out then." Though the furniture was hardly nice, and Crowley cared little if a dog drooled on, and he would more likely work around her prescence the entire afternoon then chase her, Crowley tried to stay positive, tried to stay normal for her. SHe didnt need to know about the ward closing threats, she didnt need to know about the world around hers woes, it was enough to tell her of the deaths, so Crowley acted normal for her, if only so she could have one normal thing. 

Kris smiled and nodded at the doctor, the feeling of his fingers running through her hair was doing a better job of putting her to sleep than the alcohol was, and she felt at ease. When her head drooped down she knew she needed to get some sleep, aside from her outburst the previous day, the nightmares had been getting to her. Always nightmares of what she thought hell to be like. Sometimes Crowley was in them, and sometimes Dr. Alistair was there. Every once in a while, she would have a dream that involved her friend Dean from down the hall. She obviously hadn't had enough sleep in the past week or so, and she hadn't accepted the sleeping pills, for fear that she wouldn't be able to wake herself from a nightmare. She adjusted herself on the couch, and lay with her head in Crowley's lap, and his coat over top of her. She knew as soon as she fell asleep, he would gently get up and go about his regularly scheduled day, "Are you staying in your office?" 

Crowley "I'll clear both our scheduals." Crowley affirmed, leaning back and letting the worn couch take his weight, while he took Kris's, continueing to stroke her hair for a while as the rain outside started to pick up an the dull rumble of thunder over head sounded. Crowley thanked the gods for the small favor, Kris had slipped up in an early session once and told him that thunder soothed her, and now he was glad is was there to accentuate the pitter pater of rain. Crowley could feel Kris drifting off, and leaning back his head shut his own eyes, letting his mind meander and eventually slowly turning in to a cat nap, which meant threats would be made later, because god forbid the staff and patients knew he actually did sleep. But Crowley suspected Kris would just laugh and help him keep up the game, the same way he kept up her fascade with the other patients, letting them believe whatever Kris wanted them to, and never saying a thing otherwise. 

I am only going to do one at a time, because otherwise my brain explodes and it gets messy.

Reblog if you're accepting Magic Anons.

Keep ‘em coming!

Kris jumped one the barstool and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. She shrugged, "It feels good, I mean, I think it feels good." She smiled and winked at the bartender as he dropped off their drinks. "What about you? How does it feel to be a woman?" She chuckled.

demonkris replied to your post: MA: The last anon might not have been able to, but I can. *Evil smile* For the next 24 hours you’re a woman. Welcome to the world of womanhood Alec, or should I say Alice?

Oh I don’t discriminate, honey.

Alec blushed minutely and chuckled, internally cringing at how feminine the sound was. She bit her lip and smirked, glancing up at the demon through her lashes. “Well then, how about you and I go on a date?”