Anthony J Crowley

Getting To Know You

2006-06-22T18:47:35Z

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:

How long have you known me?:

When is the last time that we saw each other?:

Do I smoke?:

Do I drink?:

What was your first impression of upon meeting me?:

Do I have any siblings?:

What's one of my favorite things to do?:

Am I funny?:

What's my favorite type of music?:

What is the best feature about me?:

Am I shy or outgoing?:

Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?:

Do I have any special talents?:

Would you consider me a friend/good friend?:

What is a memory we have once had?:

Have you ever hugged me?:

Have you ever kissed me?:

Do you miss me?:

Do you think I miss you?:

What is my favorite food?:

Have you ever had a crush on me?:

If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be?:

What is my worst habit?:

If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring?:

NWS, kiddos

2006-05-27T01:10:43Z

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.

Backdated, 5-14-06

2006-05-21T15:31:54Z

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]

NWS, kids. Crowley's a busy boy.

2006-04-30T17:16:25Z

[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.

NWS, kids. Just so you know.

2006-04-30T14:42:51Z

[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.

NWS, kids. That's why it's in the personal journal. Crowley/George

2006-04-22T02:10:11Z

[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.

It's gonna be NWS, kiddies, right from the get go.

2006-04-16T18:40:21Z

[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.

Availability Issues

2006-03-14T01:12:06Z

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.

Crowley & Sasha, NWS

2006-02-18T00:19:13Z

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.

For Sugar (NWS) Above Ineffable Books, Weds 2-8-06, evening

2006-02-08T23:23:59Z

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]

The office above Ineffable Books, Sunday evening (Backdated) NWS!

2006-02-06T21:43:17Z

[Follows this, and is time stamped *before* Tom at the penthouse]

Crowley turned the lock on the door by snapping his fingers, and doubted Sugar even realised it. He led her up the stairs to his office and gently pushed the door closed. The room was lit with candlabra lights, giving it a dark, mysterious feel. Three walls held floor to ceiling bookcases, jam packed with very old looking books. He carefully eased one away from the others and held it out to her. It was a rare and very old edition of a Shakesphere collection. The pages were very thin and yellowed with age, though the book was in excellent condition.

"What do you think, my dear?"

[For whiteabsolution only please. And yes, boys and girls, Anthony J Crowley, proprietor of neffable Books, is a wh0re]

Penthouse 4E, Sunday night (Backdated) NWS

2006-02-06T21:33:28Z

[Follows this]

Crowley led Tom to hs penthouse. The furniture was modern, upscale. The stereo and television were state of the art. Speaking of art, gorgeous first edition prints graced the walls. He had quite an expensive collection, really.

He turned to Tom as soon as the man stepped into the apartment, and backed him against the wall with a deep, hungry kiss. Hands flew up to his face, fingers digging against his scalp.

[For collins_tom only]

For brujah_babe NWS

2006-02-02T21:17:51Z

[Weds 2-1-06 at Ineffable Books, After Sasha filled out an application for employment]

Crowley grunted and shifted his hips against her. He held her gaze through the dark barrier of his sunglasses, and flickered his forked tongue against her jaw. Another grunt and he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue sliding against hers in her mouth. He maintained his grip on one hand, freed the other so that he could caress her cheek.

Voice Mail

2006-02-01T04:07:44Z

"Hi. This is Anthony Crowley. Uh. I'm probably not in right now, or asleep, and busy, or something, but leave a message after the tone and I'll get right back to you. Chow"

BeeeEEeeEEeeeeep

*Crowley's Ansaphone message, per page 220, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett*