action;

[turn4bout]

[ KNOCK. KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKERS. Someone's pounding on your door. Might want to open it up. You wouldn't want to keep the FBI waiting, would you?

There are two "agents" at the door. Both in matching black suits with matching terribly colored, hideous ties. Both with badges in hand (Terezi's is upside down). One is covered in gray facepaint and has candy corn taped to her head. The other is Dean fucking Winchester.

And you, my friend, are suspected of a various assortment of crimes. ]

Comments

[action is stupid like your stupid face]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[Geez, this sudden in-your-face RP style is a little hard to keep up with.

Okay, okay. Just give her a sec.]

i don't know where my dice are. but she didn't do anything so there's no guilt to smell anyway? and fuck you, pyrope, get your own coke.

[ANYWAY.]

Murder? You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

[action is stupid is as stupid does]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Wish we were.

[Sighing histrionically, he adjusts his tie.]

Can we come in, ma'am?

[Someone has to play Dungeon Master moderator in this game.]

[action is wow guys get a life]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Terezi kicks at the door, regardless of whether or not George is in the way. ]

We've got a warrant, so we're coming in anyways.

[action is shut up linda]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

You fucking bitches, you don't know what you're doing.

[She stands aside accommodatingly though. Gotta RP, after all.]

[action is wait I forgot my line]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

HQ might beg to differ.

[They enter, and Dean assesses the area assessingly.]

This murder is serious goddamn business.