Mary Campbell (iwanttobesafe) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-08 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | mary campbell, sam winchester |
Who: Mary Campbell; OPEN to any frequenters of The Roadhouse, especially those with the last name of Winchester.
What: Waking up in Los Angeles 2005, not to mention so late in the day.
When: Sunset.
Where: The streets and then The Roadhouse.
Rating/Warnings: TBD, at least PG13 just due to the location. I mean it's a bar, and often contains Winchesters.
The moment Mary woke up, she knew something was wrong. She hadn't even opened her eyes and she knew. There was not a soft bed beneath her, but hard, solid asphalt. Somehow she'd ended up in the middle of the road. The visuals were even more confusing. It was sunset, and there was no way she'd slept for that long. The buildings were huge, taller and closer together than she'd remembered ever seeing. Where the hell was she?
She decided the first thing to do was find a newspaper. She couldn't just go around asking people how it was she woke up in the middle of a road in some big city at sunset. She was supposed to be safe, John was supposed to be safe, but she knew better than anyone that demons lied, though she didn't know how in this case. When a demon made a deal, they kept to it.
The paper she found, though, scared the hell out of her: Los Angeles Times, November 8, 2005. It couldn't be right. She couldn't have jumped ahead in time thirty years! It was impossible! And if it wasn't...what could have done this? A trickster? But...tricksters weren't this powerful, were they? She'd heard of them, but she'd never encountered one.
The first thing she had to do was find a place to stay, she'd worry about the rest later. A hunt was the last thing she wanted, but she had to get out of here and back to Lawrence. The first establishment she came across was The Roadhouse. Definitely not the dinner she was used to, but she headed inside anyway. Maybe there was someone inside who would know a good place for her to stay.