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tampered2010-03-02 12:06 am
deathbutler.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2010-03-02 12:06 am
as the blood runs down the walls [in-progress]
When; Feb. 25th
Rating; PG-13 for discussions of the grotesque
Characters; Grell [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deathbutler] & Rip [der_freischuetz]
Summary; After this discussion, two interesting people set a date for dinner.
Log;
It was with a spring in his step and a cheery tune on his lips that Grell Sutcliff made his way across the City to the restaurant at which he'd reserved a table that night. Of course, they'd technically dined together just the other day, but such a dinner as that... this was much more sedate, much more intimate. After all, the good lady did wish to hear a story, and Grell Sutcliff, who at times so missed that persona, Jack the Ripper, was more than willing to provide one.
He'd already sent a bouquet, and he'd deemed another bundle would only be tacky, so it was only a single white rose he carried tonight, and since it was a public restaurant, the surprise dash of red was concealed between the petals- his particular brand of gift. Along with his usual brand of fashion, flashy crimson coat and the merry click-click-clicking of his low heels as he approached the front doors.
Rating; PG-13 for discussions of the grotesque
Characters; Grell [
deathbutler] & Rip [der_freischuetz]Summary; After this discussion, two interesting people set a date for dinner.
Log;
It was with a spring in his step and a cheery tune on his lips that Grell Sutcliff made his way across the City to the restaurant at which he'd reserved a table that night. Of course, they'd technically dined together just the other day, but such a dinner as that... this was much more sedate, much more intimate. After all, the good lady did wish to hear a story, and Grell Sutcliff, who at times so missed that persona, Jack the Ripper, was more than willing to provide one.
He'd already sent a bouquet, and he'd deemed another bundle would only be tacky, so it was only a single white rose he carried tonight, and since it was a public restaurant, the surprise dash of red was concealed between the petals- his particular brand of gift. Along with his usual brand of fashion, flashy crimson coat and the merry click-click-clicking of his low heels as he approached the front doors.