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Tweak says, "IT'S HIGH NOON"

skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-10 22:16:00

Current mood:	cold
Entry tags:	!complete, day 07, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open

Day 7: On the road to the gas station
Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Currently travelling from the Barn to the Gas Station
When: Day 7, Mid-Morning
Rating: PG-13 / R (Sexual situation)
Status: Complete

As much as Lexie really probably wanted to stay in the barn where it was warm and relatively safe after reading the journal's notes about the snow and the cold and the need to bunker down, she thought she had no other choice than to take a trip from her humble abode to the store for some supplies. In Boston people had loaded up on milk, toilet paper, and rock salt. Lexie had decided she'd be getting her hands on toilet paper, bottled water, and whatever food she could find. For better or for worse, Lexie had been only taking what she needed from the gas station up until now - suddenly the threat of inclement weather and a beastly trek made her reconsider how minimalist she could actually be.

Shoving her lighter in her pocket, Lexie left the rest of her things tucked carefully beneath the floorboards in the barn. She had seen that someone else had been through the barn the other day, and she wasn't so certain that she wanted them going through her humble possessions - even if all she had from the real world were some scrubs and an ID badge.

Pulling her sweatshirt tight about herself, she wondered why she hadn't gone looking for a hat and mittens days ago. Unfortunately, she'd let the cold and snow creep up on her and was left for a nice long walk with a sweatshirt, a heavy pair of construction boots, and jeans that felt they were meant more for summer wear than winter protection. Trudging down the path she squinted, the snow whipping into her eyes. She'd have quite a journey back if she took too long and the world got dark.

How far was it until the thrift shop? Suddenly she was wishing someone had annotated the map with those sort of notations - it would be useful if someone found themselves otherwise until to see the landmarks. She was really close to the pharmacy, looking about for anyone else. Though, at the moment from the best she could tell, everyone was holed up nice and snug in their respective shelters.

Way to be a poor planner, Lexie.

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hellsboy
2009-05-15 11:45 am UTC (link)

Dean pushed out of the dense forest onto what should have been the road, shaking snow from his pants and pulling the coat tighter around himself. Walking between the trees there had been little wind but it seemed to periodically whip around him now that he was out in the open like it was trying to steal the breath out of him. Rubbing his hands together to get some warmth between them he cussed and blew a breath into them and rubbed some more. This snow was insane. This place was insane. Over night his food stash had been stolen, most likely by wild animals or even a Weevil - he shuddered to think about that - so it was either starve or go into town and find a can opener for the cans in the pantry and other provisions.

He had gotten a little turned around in the forest as he tried to find the road. He could see that as he realized her was nowhere near the gas station. That was great. He hoped he could find his way back to the house without having to walk the wall again to find it. Cussing again, Dean looked around to get his bearings. Oh the liquor store! Well at least this trip wasn't going to be a total waste. He could stock up on some of the good stuff, set the beer in a snow bank because warm skunky beer is half-way decent beer when it's cold. Does the trick. It occurred to him just how much of an alcoholic he was and he laughed out loud, a puff of hot air escaping into the wind.

Feeling like an idiot for laughing when he was by himself, he looked around a bit self-consciously to make sure he wasn't seen. There was, of course, someone nearby though. Just his luck - it was a girl. What was she doing out here in the snow with only a sweatshirt, he wondered. He didn't want to care, he wanted to continue with his one-man show, but it was too late to pretend he hadn't seen her or that she hadn't heard him. So instead of being rude, he smiled and picked up his pace to a trot toward her.

"Hey, are you lost?" he asked because that was the first thing that came into his head. Maybe this was the girl River he'd read about in the journals. The one who had been to the wall and given everyone a scare. "Are you okay?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-15 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Lexie was slow moving. She knew with each step she was moving slower. It was an early onset sympton of hypothermia. She would be OK, the pharmacy's outline was in sight - so no big deal, right?

It was then she was convinced she'd heard something. She'd heard laughter. It sounded far away, and hunkered down in her hoodie, Lexie was pretty sure her mind had made it up. She was cold and hungry - that's pretty tough stress for an already tired brain - so, auditory hallucinations weren't all that unexpected. She just needed to get inside, get some better clothes, and some food and she'd be OK.

Then Lexie thought she heard steps crushing the snow as they came closer. Jumping out of her skin her head snapped up, looking around for the source. Out of nowhere it seemed came some dude. Maybe everyone else wasn't all holed up, huh?

"Lost?" She asked perplexedly. "Oh, no, I'm trying to get to the pharmacy, Lexie was unconsciously yelling, the wind howling in her ears. "I'm just cold - hoping to pick up a winter coat once I make it to the thrift shop," she smiled reassuringly. "Somehow I didn't think to stock up on food or anything in the barn - not my finest survival moment," as it came out of her mouth, Lexie realized this wasn't her finest survival moment, either.

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hellsboy
2009-05-15 04:48 pm UTC (link)

"Barn?" he asked, mentally scrolling through what he knew about people here so far. It suddenly dawned on him that he knew exactly who she was but they had never met outside the journals. He'd already been worried about her being in the barn by herself before the snow. He could have kicked himself for not having done anything about it before now. Now with her wandering around half-frozen in the snow by herself.

"What are you doing out here by yourself, Doc? I would have brought you whatever you needed. All you had to do was ask in the journals and I would've come running."

She was yelling to be heard above the wind and her voice sounded thin, reedy to his ears. The wind sucked away his breath as he looked her over more carefully. He couldn't help but feel almost alarmed. "Shit, Lexie," he grumbled and slung his pack down so he could pull his coat off and wrap it around her shoulders. "Let's get you inside, okay? Maybe a shot of whiskey or something to warm you up too."

He shivered as he spoke, his voice tremulous now that he was in the elements with only a light sweatshirt in such a bright pink that he was almost more embarassed to be seen wearing it than he was cold. Damn that thrift store for not carrying anything normal...

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-05-15 04:58 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, you know the one with all the couch--" She wa about to continue explaining herself when the man called her Doc. Clearly not Andy, or any of the other guys she'd actually met - it only left the guys she'd conversed with over the Journals. All told, counting the response to the poker thread, she could think of three people mystery man could be.

"Come running?" She blinked a couple of times - she didn't think anybody would actually come running all the way out to the barn, especially not in this weather. Oh yeah, had to be Dean - who else would be all Mr. Rescue on her?

Her hands balled up inside the sleeves of her sweatshirt it was tempting to tell him to take back his jacket - that he needed it - that was until she felt the fading warmth around her and suddenly all bets were off - this was a game of self preservation.

"Come on," she said a bit too loudly as the wind picked just that moment to hold off on it's next gust, "Not too far now," looping her arm in his she tugged in the direction of the pharmacy - it wasn't the most forceful gesture; but, she was pretty sure he got the point.