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Anthony J Crowley
22 June 2006 @ 02:48 pm
Stolen from miami_nvrcloses

Here are a series of questions for your pup to answer about my pup. Answer them from your pup's perspective.

This is open to all pups from fandom_towers

My name:

Where did we meet?:

Take a stab at my middle name:

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Anthony J Crowley
26 May 2006 @ 09:11 pm
It seemed so much like cheating to just...erase their clothing, so that's exactly what Crowley did. He made it reappear a few feet away in a pile on the floor.

He tilted George's head up, and nuzzled under her chin.
Anthony J Crowley
21 May 2006 @ 11:31 am
Follows THIS

Crowley grunted as he advanced on her again, quickly closing the gap of space. His lips curled in a devilish smirk, and his tongue slithererd out to scrape across his lips. He thrust his hand between her thighs, his other hand yanking the sunglasses off his eyes so that he could look at her properly.

[OOC: NWS, kids]
Anthony J Crowley
30 April 2006 @ 01:16 pm
[From ehre]

Crowley used his mind to open the door, so he wouldn't have to fumble with it. He led Frank inside, and let the door close and lock itself.

"Did you get enough feathers last time, dear boy? I'm sure we can proviede more if you need." His wings bust out, dwarfing the room with their impressive span.
Anthony J Crowley
30 April 2006 @ 10:42 am
[After this]

He seriously considered flashing out of the elevator directly to his penthouse, but restrained. Something about watchigher walk, and knowing she wanted him as much as he wanted her at that moment. Drawing it out. Just a little.

As soon as they were inside and the door was locked, he had her pinned to the wall, kissing her as his wings reemerged, engulfing them in their arc.
Anthony J Crowley
[From here]

Crowley kicked his shoes off by the door. He rather hated to wear shoes. He liked the illusion of snakeskin boots, but sometimes well, sometimes he wore actual shoes. This was one of those days, and his feet ached from the strain.

His shirt was next, and because he knew she liked his wings, he unfolded them gracefully. He needed abig bedroom, in order to accomodate the wings, and the penthouse more than delivered. He flashed her a devilish smile.
Anthony J Crowley
[From here]

Crowley led Frank through town, arm in arm. He used his ability to control thoughts of those who might notice them, so that no one gawked or caused a scene. Because, really, they made quite a shocking pair. (Note: His ability to mind meld is really only successful on mere mortals, magical and supernatural beings are a little trickier)

There's little need for conversation as they walk, and then in the elevator on the way up to ihs penthouse, Crowley unceremmoniously backs Frank up to the wall, rather pleased by the effect of the mirror, and kisses him with what will likely be the first of many possessively brutal kisses.
Anthony J Crowley
13 March 2006 @ 08:14 pm
I don't know what's going on. I think I must have picked up a virus or...something.

Last night, gmail was working fine. I went to refresh my inbox, and...nothing. I got stuck on the LOADING screen. I Xed out of Firefox, and rebooted. Still...LOADING. I rebooted the whole computer. You guessed it, LOADING. I opened gmail just fine in my AOL browser. Hmmm. I let it sit over night. This morning? Firefox wouldn't go past LOADING.

I opened Opera. Gmail opens just fine, but Opera seems to pick and choose which mails it will open. So, nix that. I pulled up Enigma. It seems, so far, to be fine.

I've deleted everything connected to Firefox, and reinstalled. Still...LOADING.

And just now I opened Trillian, but...it won't let me see my contact list. So...I don't know what's going on. I assume I have a virus, and I'm running an antivirus software...But, if I disappear, this is why. I am very extremely not happy right now.
Anthony J Crowley
17 February 2006 @ 07:21 pm
After paying his rent, Crowley led Sasha up to his penthouse the old fashioned way; they took the elevator. He didn't waste any time willing the door open, anxious to get her inside and alone.
Anthony J Crowley
Crowley threw his head back and laughed. He put his arm around Sugar and nodded his head. Within seconds, they were in his office, the lower level shop lights off, the door locked and the shop sign turned to CLOSED. He really needed to speak to his assistants about maintaining shop hours, although he didn't really care if he sold books to the public at all.

[OOC: For whiteabsolution and definitely NWS]