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kore_logs2013-03-21 03:59 am
foundacause) wrote in kore_logs2013-03-21 03:59 am
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Who: Meg, Open
When: Day 52
Where: The Park
What: Repairing a gazebo
Sure, Mayor Creepazoid had decided to form a reconstruction group for the damage caused by the Jolly Green Giant, but that didn't mean Meg was going to sit idly by while some morons manhandled her angel’s favourite little hiding spot. She might've been willing to make an exception if they were all gorgeous hunks who would need to remove their shirts halfway through, but the likelihood of getting a full team of hunks in this place was minimal.
Which probably explained why she was in the park, by the remains of the gazebo trying to figure out how the hell to fix it up. Give her a victim and tell her to torture them in creative ways? No problem. Give her a broken gazebo and some spare materials? Problem. She was a demon. Not a carpenter or a joiner or... whoever the hell built gazebos. But other than a demon she was alsosmitten with a certain angel a determined, headstrong individual. And if she said she was going to mend the gazebo then she was damn well going to mend the gazebo.
"How hard can if be? If guys can do it, it must be easy..."
When: Day 52
Where: The Park
What: Repairing a gazebo
Sure, Mayor Creepazoid had decided to form a reconstruction group for the damage caused by the Jolly Green Giant, but that didn't mean Meg was going to sit idly by while some morons manhandled her angel’s favourite little hiding spot. She might've been willing to make an exception if they were all gorgeous hunks who would need to remove their shirts halfway through, but the likelihood of getting a full team of hunks in this place was minimal.
Which probably explained why she was in the park, by the remains of the gazebo trying to figure out how the hell to fix it up. Give her a victim and tell her to torture them in creative ways? No problem. Give her a broken gazebo and some spare materials? Problem. She was a demon. Not a carpenter or a joiner or... whoever the hell built gazebos. But other than a demon she was also
"How hard can if be? If guys can do it, it must be easy..."
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But the point remains that none of them are perfect. At least that's something they have in common. And of course, they've all given Fate the middle finger and chose their own paths.
"Magical sparkly teamwork," she smirks at him, but she's more than willing to work together to build the pretty little angel hut. Besides, Dean's not so bad, really ... for a Winchester.