MarinaNova Asylum

:: ACTION ::

[ About time for him to be dealing with something completely wacky. What's it been now? A month? That's got to be a record.

The last thing Dean remembers is heading to bed for a nap after checking in on Ben. Lisa was out with a few friends and wouldn’t be back until later. Dean had set the alarm, but that obviously never rang.

Scrolling through the various posts in the communicator, he listens to the random messages and takes a moment to watch some of the videos, trying to spot a familiar face. Dean has no idea what's going on here except apparently he's been imprisoned.

He's not worried though. This isn't the first time he's found himself trapped somewhere and it won't be his last. Underwater prison or not, there's bound to be a way out of here. He's escaped Hell. This should be a walk in the park -- a very wet, very muddy park, but no big deal.

Keeping out of sight, Dean heads in the direction of the apartment buildings in Sector 4, intending on breaking into one in order to get hold of a weapon. A silver fork, a kitchen knife, a hammer. Whatever. Judging by what he's seeing here, this place doesn't look like much of a prison and the folks, oddly enough seem alright — they sure as hell don't look dangerous for a bunch of criminals, but he's not about to take any chances. ]

:: AUDIO/VIDEO ::

[ As he's heading up the stairs in one of the buildings, he turns on the communicator again and decides to try getting in contact with his friends back home. Figured it'd be worth a shot, right? ]

Bobby? ... Bobby Singer? Castiel? [ When that doesn't work, Dean decides to verbally state the name of his brother -- Sam Winchester -- for the heck of it. It's then that the call seems to go through and he just stands there dumbfounded for a second or two.

See, Sam had died back home and it's just been a little over a month. He'd promised Sam he wouldn't try to get him back, but knowing what he knows about what it's like down there in the pit, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. He'd tried everything to get his brother back, but so far, nothing had worked.

Well, nothing had worked until now. ]

Sam? Sammy you there? [ Dean probably should have made this audio call a private one, but he hasn't figured out how to and frankly, he doesn't give a shit right now -- so yep, this is 100% public. ]

Sam, if you’re out there…

[ Not willing to just stand there and wait for a response, Dean decides to make a video post. ]

Anyone knows where I can get a hold of a Sam Winchester? He's tall. A bit of a… a geek. He's my brother. [ That last bit comes out a bit shaky.

Dean had tried his best to live that life that Sam had wanted for him; or that Sam had thought he wanted. He'd moved in with Lisa and Ben and had gotten a job as a construction worker and you’d think everything was fine and dandy, but the truth is, he'd been hurting. Every minute of every damn day, he'd been mourning Sam's death. The nightmares, the paranoia, the urge to pick up a gun, to get back in the hunt, to ride out of town and never look back again; it was always there. He couldn't shake it, but somehow — somehow he'd managed to stick to that brand new life of his even though the guilt was eating away at him. ]

[ Video ]

[The sight of new arrivals in the dome probably isn't all that unusual but just how many of them introduce themselves dripping wet and covered in flecks of mud? That bit of advice during the morning greeting about watching where you step? Rose is kind of wishing she'd paid attention to it right about now.

Her mouth opens, closes, opens again and yet rather than words, all she can manage at first is a shake of her head as her face runs through a veritable Rolodex of emotions, the main theme being Pissed.]

When I went to bed last night I was under the impression that things couldn't actually get any worse. [Her jaw locks in place, the Dhampir so angry right now that she's moved into that semi-scary place of calm with a side of snark.] I - stand - corrected!

[ Action ]

[The bright orange jumpsuit is hard to miss, even when it's muddy and dripping water onto the sodden ground as the person sporting it sits there with her arms resting on top of her knees, trying to ignore every itch and generally uncomfortable sensation that comes from being kidnapped, thrown in prison again and soaked to the core. Even if you missed her video introduction to the residents of the dome, it doesn't take a genius to realize what's happened. She's pretty much the poster child for Take care where you step today.]

[It felt odd to be doing so simple as bringing dinner home, but that was exactly what Dimitri was doing this evening. He had a plastic bag hanging from one of his hands, Chinese takeout, as he opened the door to the apartment he and Rose had found with the other.

Rose would no doubt hear him come in, so he didn't have to announce his presence, instead moving into the kitchen to set the bag down on the table, and beginning to pull the greasy, white cardboard containers from inside.

He glanced around, wondering what Rose had been up to in his albeit short absence. Chinese wouldn't have been his first choice, as it wasn't the healthiest of options, but he had to admit that it did smell good.]

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[The sound of haunting laughter penetrated Rose’s mind, like a child in the distance giggling to another; faint, disjointed, like it was detached from the body of the person or thing that was making it. If it weren’t for the painful throbbing that accompanied it, Rose would have thought for sure that she was dreaming but when her eyes flew open, a jolt of terror shot through her.

The washed out body of a giant wasp like thing was coming towards her, making stars burst in her eyes, the pain intensifying as it drew closer. Rose for one long moment frozen where she lay as she stared at the thing that hovered above her, it'swings beating so fast they were all but a blur. White hot pain seared her brain, shadows moving in her periphery as Rose tried to make her limbs work, one hand shooting out as if to ward it off as she scrambled across the floor of the beach hut, stopping only when the back of her head slammed into the wall.]

“Go away!”

[Swatting at the creature ineffectually, beads of sweat forming on her brow as the pain threatened to slip her into unconsciousness. These were not the reaching hands of the dead, though even through the pain she recognized the same washed out appearance. This seemed different somehow, more menacing, wrong. This wasn't just something that wanted to hurt her, this was something that wanted her dead.

The giant wasp went in for the kill, Rose shielding herself with her arm, Her eyes wide as it seemed to try and latch onto it and yet was unable to grip flesh.]

“Get it off me! Get it off!

[To Rose Hathaway, this all looked very real but to anyone watching her right now? She was one straight-jacket short of a padded cell, swatting and screaming at something only she could see.]

[When the feed comes to life a young brunette, late teens to early twenties is squinting, her right eye blinking furiously as she brings her pointer finger towards the view-screen of her communicator, nail tapping against it.]

Oh, that is just,weird.

[She slides her finger beneath the screen to rub her eye then brushes away the loose strands of hair that threaten to get tangled in it.]

First up, thanks so much for the trial I was promised. I'm pretty sure the whole, go directly to jail part is against that Genesis thing.

[Yes. She means Geneva and yes that is more than a hint of sarcasm that you detect.]

Second of all - [She gets cut off mid-sentence as something, or more accurately someone slams into her from behind. Her communication device flies from her head but miraculously lands in a way that doesn’t prevent anyone from seeing the following:

She’s on the ground, an insanely tall and well built man holding her down, covering her body with his. His long brown hair is only partially tied back, the rest falls forward against his jawline as he leans in towards her ear. It doesn’t happen to be hiding the nice bruise that’s clearly forming near his cheekbone, though.]

You should have known I’d find you anywhere. You can’t get away from me, Rose.

[The brunette’s face is a mixture of shock and confusion, open-mouthed as she stares at the ground she's just been slammed into, seemingly too stunned to move. It takes a long moment before she seems capable of anything but when she finds her voice?]

What the hell -

[Her hand flies out in her attempt to break free, sending the device rolling on the ground and causing the feed to cut out.]

[OOC: Open for action, otherwise both will reply some time after this appears on inmates devices.]