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Jennifer Government (i_rebel) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-07-09 18:51:00

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dean winchester, jennifer government, zz:status complete

New Arrivals (Dean)
She stepped out of the Government building and into a place she didn't know at all. Didn't see anything that was recognizable either. There were no giant billboards telling her what new thing was out. No neon signs for stores and brands anywhere.

It was very easy for her to see that this was not home.

How she'd gotten here, she had no idea, but Jennifer turned around to go back inside and hope that it would take her home, or prove to be some kind of really fucked up dream, and saw the word Police in the stone on the building. This was not the way it should be. Not only should it be more flashy, with a blue rotating light on top, but it shouldn't say City in front of Police. Just Police.

Slightly angry now, Jennifer pushed open the door and went straight to the reception desk. No music was playing from hidden speakers. No "Every Breath You Take", which was the corporate Police theme and played in every station in the Federated United States. No pretty little girl at reception, wearing a mock police uniform because now it was a requirement. Just a drab looking lady who seemed irritated with her being here.

Jennifer couldn't even bring herself to speak. She just turned around and left again. Unfortunately, it was the same strange place outside that it had been before.

"FUCK!" She screamed.

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Can this day get any more stranger ... Guess so.

i_demonhunt
2008-07-10 08:07 am UTC (link)

After leaving Dexter at the cafe where they met, agreeing to possibly meet up later, Dean Winchester, with the Key of Solomon locked back up safely in the trunk of his car, headed away from the place and found himself driving down the streets.

There was always this air about the City, one that just felt thick around him. He felt like he was in this huge aquarium. People would come by and check on them and then drop some other poor sap into this hell hole of a place. And when one tried to get out, they would bang their nose on the glass, only to be turned around and to the same thing on the other side.

This was someone's piss poor version of a joke, he swore and knew it wasn't the Trickster ... though he thought about that a few times that is was possible. This 'god' laughing his ass off at Dean and everyone else here.

With music blaring out of the old 67 black Chevy Impala, he slowed the car down a bit as he got near the police station, one of many that littered this damned place. Nothing seemed to out of place. People walking around, going in and out, except for one thing.

Dean slowed the car, his eyes falling upon a rather attractive woman who was screaming at the top of her lungs. He pulled the car over, not because she swore or the fact she was someone he would instantly pick up and try to bed, but more of the fact, he got the feeling and the look upon her face, she was not in a place she belonged.

He knew that feeling.

He parked the car and leaned over, rolling down the passenger window. With one hand upon the steering wheel, he turned down the radio and yelled out the window. A smart ass remark nearly escaped his lips, wanting to say, 'well if you are looking for one,' however that didn't pop out, "You okay over there?"

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i_rebel
2008-07-10 02:03 pm UTC (link)

Jennifer's eyes scanned the street until they fell on the face of the man talking to her. He was so casual. He was so aloof. It was just pissing her off more.

Like he knew everything and she knew nothing.

The fact that it was the truth didn't help. Jennifer hated being clueless, and she had never ever felt more clueless than right now at this very moment.

"Am I okay? No. I'm very much not. I don't know where the hell I am, and I don't know what the hell is going on here. This is definitely not where I'm supposed to be."

She walked down the steps, closer to the car. He didn't look, somehow, like anybody she should be talking with. The car was old, all these cars were old, actually. Now that she had a better look at her surroundings. Nobody would ever drive things like this where she was from. Nobody.

Part of her wanted to demand that he get out and hand his car over. But the logical side of her told her that she likely didn't have a budget here. And that her badge wouldn't mean a damned thing to this guy.

"Shit."

	i_rebel 2008-07-11 06:24 pm UTC (link)
	No cards. Hadn't even heard of them. Suddenly, Jennifer wasn't feeling very well at all. Her stomach hurt. Her head hurt. She felt dizzy. "Dean." She looked at her unsampled drink. "I think I really need to go to the hospital." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)