Johnny (metamorphose) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-05-03 13:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, johnny outlaw, mary winchester |
You again (Mary)
The library had not provided Johnny with what he was hoping that it would. There had been a great deal of information to be had, he couldn't deny that. But it was lacking. He had to admit to himself, finally, that he didn't give a shit about this world or why there was Easter and Halloween happening all at the same time.
He wanted to find Mary.
No library, no matter how complex and extensive it was, would have that information for him. He needed to get out and look for her himself. The task was daunting enough due to the fact that he didn't even know if she was here. But adding to it that he didn't know the area, and the fact that his phone seemed to be entirely missing made it all harder.
So far, he'd only run into strangers. Albeit, strangers who had no idea where they were either, who had come from other places, even one who had been in Electric City, they were still strangers in the end. He'd not seen Jo around, which would have been a face that was almost as welcome as Mary's would have been. He'd not seen Dean, either. He'd yet to have a face to face with Dean as he had with Jo, but he was sure - if Dean were here - that it was coming.
Johnny's first instinct was to return to the street that he'd started on, and the house that he'd woken up in. It was the house that he claimed as his, despite it not being his. He knew that Bo was there too, or there sporadically. He saw little things moved around. Stuff left or taken from the counter that wasn't his doing.
To him, the source of everything was Belmeadow Avenue. Maybe not everything, but that's where the big answers were going to be. The ones that were the most important to him, now. The one that was most important to him now.
He spent about an hour sitting on the porch of his house, watching people come and go, and not seeing a familiar face, before he decided that he couldn't be inactive. Since he didn't have his phone - he couldn't find it anywhere in the house at all - he couldn't call people. He couldn't text. He couldn't do anything that he would have normally done first. The option he had was to knock on doors. It was going to be absurd, he knew. It was going to get tedious, and it was going to be a little embarrassing. But he was going to do it.
Johnny smiled politely, hat in hand, at the first door, asking if anybody named Mary lived there, getting a fairly confused look in return. The second house, the hat stayed on, the smile was in place, and the confused look turned into outright scorn, as if he were trying to sell something. The third house, there was less smile on him and more ire from the person on the other side, who accused him of being a religious nut. His trip to the fourth house was made with doubt and frustration and an expectation that he'd just get the door slammed in his face.
The rethinking of this route was weighing on him as he knocked. Hope dying in him a little bit. Johnny looked out onto the neighborhood and wondered what he could do instead of this.