ceilingdemonis: (y u mad tho?)
( Phone; lol what filters )

Do ornaments come in skull shapes? Those would be much more interesting than all these round ones.

( 835 Hastings Boulevard, front yard )

[ Amongst all the forgetting and sadness, there is one house that looks to have bucked the dreary trend. Amaimon has taken the giant tree the town has as its own Christmas tree as a challenge and has proceeded to decorate the hell out of his quaint little suburban home. Everything is covered in lights. Every damn inch out of the outside he could find Christmas lights for, especially now that so many people went and got rid of themselves so the town could have power. But that isn't the worst best of it...

The best of it is the colossal pine tree that has grown in the front yard overnight. Yes, overnight. There had been no trees the day before and now? A tree that rivals the town tree stands in the yard.

But it's still in the process of being decorated by dozens of little green plant men, who are clambering around the branches, hanging baubles, lights, and tinsel with Amaimon supervises from below. The demon points out bare spots or waves at things he wants moved a little to the left between decimating the box of candy canes that will never, ever make it onto that pine.
]
ceilingdemonis: (i don't even give a)
[action; around Hastings Boulevard and then the Grocery Store]

[Amaimon's first encounter with the town messing with him is very unexpected. He is now... one inch tall. This does give him a few difficulties to overcome, but thankfully he is not just one inch tall. He is one inch tall with super strength. However, he isn't in the best position to kill his nagging drone of a wife, so, this once, Amaimon has given in to the mysterious mundane task of "doing chores".

At 835 Hastings Boulevard, he can be seen pushing a push-powered lawn mower about. To anyone passing by, it looks like the mower is moving all on its own, because the little guy shoving it along by the wheels is, uh, little, you see.

Later, Amaimon is off to get the groceries at the store.

This is a far more grueling task, since not only does one-inch-Amaimon have to shove the cart around, he also has to scale up the shelves to what he wants and then toss it down into the cart. Eggs have been broken. He occasionally gets stuck in the freezer section behind the doors. He can also be found raiding the candy aisle, strolling along the shelves and shoving entire bags into his cart. Oh yes, grocery shopping has turned out to be a grand adventure for him, the tiniest son of Satan.
]
ceilingdemonis: (raspberry jam)
[action; locked to the residents of 337 Brady Lane]

[The birds are only just beginning to chirp, the sun is only now starting to rise, the lane shrouded in the chilly pre-dawn of Autumn. It's shaping up to be a nice day to just roll over and go back to sleep...

Unless you're unfortunate enough to be at 337.

Instead of birds waking them up, they a treated to an immense CRASH. Wood and stone buckle, glass shatters, the entire structure shakes violently from an impact. Good morning, everybody. A truck has just taken out the front end of the house's first floor.
]
ceilingdemonis: (i don't even give a)
[It was always an interesting start to the day to find yourself in a new place, far from and very different from where you last recalled being. It certainly wasn't the strangest thing Amaimon had experienced, however, and he was hardly prone to panic. And while the pictures had been curious things and the dated household items looked very interesting, he could have done without the human woman trailing after him throughout the house.

Why anyone would insist he had to get ready for work or give her a good morning kiss was beyond him. It could have been a truly mortal cultural experience if he had bothered to play along, if only she hadn't crossed the line by taking away the box of sugary cereal he had picked out of the cupboards while exploring away and told him not to ruin his appetite for breakfast.

If only.

So, good morning, Hastings Boulevard! The other residents of 835 will be waking up to a scream and a dead drone mother in the kitchen. Fun times, right? Amaimon had some trouble killing her with his bare hands, which had only irritated him further, so a kitchen knife had to do. Ah, but he won't be lingering there for long. She hadn't survived long enough to keep his attention...
]

[action; to 835 Hastings Boulevard and Hastings Boulevard]

[Amaimon stands just outside the open door of his shiny new Mayfield home, chilling and observing his new surroundings from that spot.

Normally this might not be too out of the ordainary, only he happens to be covered in fairly fresh blood. His pajamas are splattered with it and, even as it dries on his hands, he is passing the time by snacking on the very box of cereal that had originally caused his violent outburst back inside.
]

[phone; no filters]

[Inevitably, he'll find his way to the phones...]

Brother, it isn't fair to start a new game without letting me finish the last one. I do not know what you expect me to do here and I would rather not be a human, if you don't mind changing me back.

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