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jaz parks (jazparks) wrote in hotelhelllogs,
@ 2012-11-21 23:22:00

Entry tags:

!plot, dean winchester, jaz parks

Who: Jaz Parks & Dean Winchester
Where: Tombstone
When: Tuesday
Warnings: Language, possible explicit references. Will update as required.
Summary: Jaz and Dean explore the new stop.
Status: Closed/On-Going
Ghostly Encounter: opt-in/out: In

Chewing her lip, Jaz stood beside Dean and starred out at the desert town ahead of them. It was a different one, she had to admit; a future without zombies or plagues, and only the mild peril of spiders and other exotic insects. She pulled her leather jacket around her and frowned, feeling the comfortable bulge of Grief at her back. "So..." she began, glancing over at Dean, "this'll be where we dive into danger and try to figure out how the hell we came to be here, and why, right?" Her lip twitched in amusement. The views were different, but the mission statement remained constant. Figure out where they were; work out the variables that made up the differences between life and death; avoid them; find a way to get home. "Maybe we can pass on that last one," her Teen Self was sitting on the rope swing, cheek resting against the cold chains. "We've come too far to go back," Jaz felt her head cock to one side in sympathy, wondering when she'd ever looked so young and helpless. "Haven't we?"" She could feel the tug of her insides as the teenager - no more than a child, really - swung half-heartedly. "Yeah, I think maybe we have," she murmured and gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile at the child she used to be. Her inner voices had all been rather sullen since her dream of Vayl. Despite the heat of the desert, Jaz shivered at the memory. Had it really been just her mind screwing her over, or perhaps some crazy portent? It didn't stop her freaking out, just a little bit, when the clocks chimed and someone new arrived.

"Let's get on with this, huh?" she shoved away the dark cloud that was closing in on her, and packed it away in a nice, tight box in her head - marked in stark, red lettering 'DO NOT ENTER - I MEAN IT!' Vayl was gone, and there was nothing she could do about it. Besides, her life had taken a different direction now. One she kinda liked, in a screwed up and twisted sort of way, particularly the part where she got to be with Dean. Speaking of which... "this does look like Tombstone, but a whole lot less touristy than I remember from stuff at school," she commented as she began walking along the famous Allen Street. "Woah!" she exclaimed, as she saw the sign to the O.K. Corral. "Never thought I'd be seeing this!" This time she couldn't help but grin. It would be hard for any soldier not to, when faced with one of the most famous battle grounds of all time! "So, what're ya thinking?" Jaz managed to drag her eyes away from the scenery, and back to Dean's cute twinkle. "Is all this tweaking your hinky-O-metre as much as it is mine? Cause this is all the way around weird, I don't mind saying it! And that's from a girl who talks to herself and lives in a time travelling hotel!"

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jazparks
2012-12-03 03:00 pm UTC (link)

"Gonna hold you to that," Jaz replied with a raised eyebrow and a shit-eating grin, "everyone knows that 'maybe' is just a yes in disguise."

Sounded like Dean was pretty much up to speed, "not entirely sure we're gonna need the whole arsenal thing," or at least she hoped not. "I'd hate to think what might happen if we started a shoot out in this place. Not sure these dudes are gonna be firing dead-ghost rounds," Jaz said pointedly, cause there had been a lotta armed dudes out on the astral. She nodded in answer to his question, "I may be extrapolating the facts a little, but four law-men, with such strong auras - Wyatt in particular - and I'm gonna put money on them being Earps." She straightened her clothes as she followed alongside Dean, "well yeah. It was pretty weird, cause of the whole 'lots of people from different times' thing. There were down and dirty dudes drinking and seeing to their horses, and pretty-boy copies with their Starbucks cups and cell phones," it was a lot to take in all at once, and Jaz should probably checked out a lot more, but it was all kinda cool and she wanted to share it with Dean.

They headed into the Undertaker's shop, with the pine boxes leaning against the shop-front, presumably advertising their wares. "Not sure anyone's gonna be tempted to just nip in and ask for a coffin, just cause they saw them!" Jaz said with a slight chuckle. "You either need one, or you don't, and personally I'd prefer the second option!" She frowned as she looked around, "well that's kinda odd!" Just to check her initial impressions she allowed her third eye to open, just a little. Not enough to go fully astral, but enough. "No ghosts here," she frowned Dean's way. "Weird, or did we pass weird a long time ago and need a whole new set of descriptive nouns?"

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winchestrdean
2012-12-04 07:23 am UTC (link)

“Well, I hope they don’t go shooting at us first.” If that happened they were screwed. “You think?” Dean really wasn’t in the mood to be shot at by some ghosts from the Wild West. Hopefully they just get ignored while they explored the town. “I bet that was an awesome site to see.”

He went in right behind Jaz and shook his head. “They did way back when. I’m sure those were just props since this was a tourist attraction.” To be honest, he wasn’t even sure they would find anything useful in this place. “What’s odd?” He looked at Jaz and then glanced around. Nothing seemed to stand out as odd to him, so what was she going on about? “If you were a ghost would you want to hang out in here?” He looked over at her again, eyebrow raised. “I think we passed weird a very long time ago.” He walked over to a desk, sat down in the chair, and pulled open a drawer. There was nothing in it. He pulled open a few more drawers to find the exact same thing. “This thing is empty. Except for some dust and bits of trash.”

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jazparks
2012-12-06 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"Don't worry sweetheart, if they start giving us the beady eye, I'll jump on in and parley on your butt's behalf," Jaz told him with a chuckle as they walked. She smiled and nodded, "yeah, it kinda was. Wish you coulda seen it too," she met his eyes. She'd really only come full force into her powers before they'd arrived on the train, and Jaz really didn't know what she could, or couldn't, do with them - other than burn great chunks out of trains when she was pissed off. Maybe it was time to get in some practice when they got back, and just maybe she could project as well as she received. It was worth a try, and Dean might even spend some time helping her. If they could crack it, it'd bring their combat readiness up to a whole new level!

"I really hope they're props," Jaz wasn't squeamish, but there was something seriously creepy about those coffins. "Don't think they might have been left over from the original town, do you?" she asked as she began to explore the shop proper. "Honestly, if I were a ghost I'd be following Raoul into the promised land, rather than hanging around in this dust-bowl," she blew sand from the top of the counter, "I mean, seriously, how is it that people don't just have sand in their crevices 24/7 living in these conditions?" Bimbo smirked, "And you were complaining after sex on that resort beach!" her sluttier counterpart was still brushing up on her pole-dancing moves, and Jaz couldn't help but wonder how sand would affect her performance right now! She tore herself away from her inner dialogue and searched her side of the counter, "I think I got something." A glass case had been exposed when she'd brushed aside the dust and sand, and she found she was looking down at a hollow cut out of the original counter-top. "Go, go gadget lock-picks!" she muttered, as she slid her shark-tooth necklace from around her neck, and pressed the tooth into the lock. As Bergman had intended, the weird polymer he'd invented shaped itself into the lock, and turned as smoothly as if it'd been made yesterday. "Well looky here," Jaz brought out the book, opened at the date of the O.K. Coral gunfight. "Not exactly living history," she looked up at Dean and gulped, having taken in the columns of names, heights, widths, ages and methods of death.

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