[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Amy Chang[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://az616578.vo.msecnd.net/files/2016/05/16/635990210541662071-1108165160_8.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Church
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Not her love[hr][hr][/center]

	[color=a187be]"Well isn't that just fucking peachy, hell of a first date. So, how'd it go? Oh it wasn't too bad. A couple came into the Church, killed me, but it was no worry. He brought me back. He's good like that. Thing is though, I have these terrible dark circles under my eyes and my skin keeps peeling off. Have any concealer and perhaps spackle?"[/color] Amy said rolling her eyes a bit. It was like a horrible combination of seeing Christopher Walken portray the angel Gabriel in the Prophecy, and Death Becomes her. Maybe the plastic surgeon in town could help her if she indeed became one of those risen from the dead. Not that she wanted a boob job but she liked her complexion and if it came to it she wondered if they could find Mandarin Flesh Tone Spray Paint at the local Ace Hardware. 

	[color=a187be]"So, where's this fucking box? And exactly how does it keep ol' Lucifer trapped. I don't imagine it is like my hope chest from college."[/color] Amys voice was flat and sarcastic at the same time. She was taking everything rather well. Part of it was just because she still wasn't buying all this demon bullshit. A life time in believing in science and fact was hard to undo. The rest of it was just because Amy was never one to flip out over pretty much anything. It wasn't that things didn't scare her she just dealt with them in an odd way - Joking was it. It kept her calm. It had been useful over the years as a surgeon, it seemed to be paying off now as the Mistress of Satan. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=silver]Belladonna Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ilUmjoXuoCGBi/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Waltzing down the street
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Her Love[hr][hr][/center]

	[color=silver]"An eternity with you would never be enough time my love,"[/color] she said in a cool voice as her fingers grazed up his arm and twirled around the lobe of his ear. Turning her head just ever so slightly she noticed the undead walking towards them. Her brow cocking in a deep arch over her deep pools of black that were her eyes. She would have laughed if she was one to laugh when she saw them turning into Larry and Moe from the three stooges at their horrible attempt to attack both her and her husband. It was really rather pathetic and she had to wonder when Curly would show up. 

	Side stepping the one that came for her her whip came out, twirling around its ribs before she pulled the leather taunt and sent it flying off to the side and impaling it along a piece of iron fencing. Snapping her whip back she secured it back at her waist. [color=silver]"How I long for the days when the fights and battles would make my blood rush cold in my veins. Alas, no such luck,"[/color] she said as she turned her attention back to her beloved. [color=silver]"Thankfully there are other ways to make it flow,"[/color] she added, her voice giving off a chilled whisper as she rolled the words over her tongue.