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justlurkinghere) wrote2014-02-08 12:14 pm
justlurkinghere) wrote2014-02-08 12:14 pm
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Mafia Mansion of Lycanthropy, Saturday Noon
The mansion was smokey and dark, but not so dark that you couldn't clearly see everything going on. In fact, it seemed as though the shadows were all artfully placed to miss any action going on there.
Weird, right?
Derek stood at a desk, looking down at his plans to finally get his revenge on the Starks (who had mysteriously disappear at some point when contract negotiations with the actors failed), the Winchesters, and the Skywalkers.
Because this was a werewolf town now. Werewolf and werewolf adjacent.
"Soon," he told no one in particular. "Soon."
Because that shit sounded dramatic.
[[SO OPEN. JOIN THE RANDOM MAFIA ON THIS, THE DAY OF HIS DOG'S WEDDING]]
Weird, right?
Derek stood at a desk, looking down at his plans to finally get his revenge on the Starks (who had mysteriously disappear at some point when contract negotiations with the actors failed), the Winchesters, and the Skywalkers.
Because this was a werewolf town now. Werewolf and werewolf adjacent.
"Soon," he told no one in particular. "Soon."
Because that shit sounded dramatic.
[[SO OPEN. JOIN THE RANDOM MAFIA ON THIS, THE DAY OF HIS DOG'S WEDDING]]