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Tweak says, "I'm reaaaaaaaaddddddddddy!!"

Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-03-02 04:21:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 34, dean winchester, lizards, max guevara, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

-Who: Lizards and anyone!
-What: Lizards are swarming Mirage
-When: From morning to whenever the lizards are driven off/defeated
-Where: Location 5! The kitchen
-Rating: PG-13 for fighting
-Status: Incomplete

Another group of lizards were raiding the kitchens. For some reason, the refrigerators and freezers seemed to be stocked with food. The food was everywhere. Clearly, the mother lizards had never told their children not to play with their food because it was flying through the air as the lizards rooted around, looking for something that would suit their carnivorous diet and flinging what they weren't interested in over their shoulders without a care. Some were staring at their reflections in the mirror, not quite sure what to make of these new friends who were copying their exact movements. A few unlucky ones had discovered the silverware. At least three had already gotten stabbed from play fights that broke out as the lizards played out mock sword battles with the spoons, forks, knives, and even the sharp butcher knives. One lizard let out a scream of pain as another accidentally stabbed it in the hand with one of the knives. The other stared at its companion dumbfounded, not quite able to comprehend that it was his fault his friend had just been wounded.

(OOC: As the day goes on, more and more will appear. There will be about 200 total, so about four and a half for each person, including those who are staying inside, so those who are fighting will have more to take down.)

Here is a quick link to the map: Link)

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-02 01:11 pm UTC (link)

Shannon took a deep breath and closed her journal. Moment of truth. She was going to meet Dean. As much as she hated it and would never admit it, her stomach was fluttering with nervous anticipation as she went to the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror, touching up her makeup and fixing her hair. It didn't hurt to look her best, just in case, even if the point was just to eat lunch and meet her newfound friend.

When she was sufficiently satisfied with her appearance - and had changed her sandals to close-toed flats, even if she hadn't really wanted to - Shannon cracked open her bedroom door and peeked out into the hall. She wasn't sure whether she was disappointed or relieved when she didn't see anyone else out there.

Shannon's stomach growled and with another deep breath and a huffed exhale, it was decided. Time to go. Besides, she had to get there before Dean, anyway.

The walk wasn't very far, but when she got to the right building, she paused outside the entrance to the kitchen, hearing a commotion inside. Probably just some of the dumb kids running around and wreaking havoc just because their parents weren't around to tell them no. So in the mean time, Shannon paced nervously. What if Dean was nothing like the image she had in her head? Would her normally shallow outlook change the way she felt about him as a person? She liked to think not, but she'd only be trying to fool herself. Shannon knew how she worked. She knew better than to think that looks wouldn't matter. She also knew that the second she saw him, for better or worse, she'd be passing judgment based on his appearance. She hated it, but it was true.

"Oh, my God, come on," she muttered. She wasn't even entirely sure, herself, whether the sentiment was thought in Dean's direction or in that of the obnoxious sounds coming from the kitchen.

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hellsboy
2009-03-02 01:41 pm UTC (link)

He heard the door slam one door over - well maybe it hadn't slammed but it had closed - and he momentarily wondered if that was her leaving. Could she have been right next door the entire time? That would be the biggest joke the planet had played yet if it were true. He shrugged and closed the laptop, tossing it lightly on one of the two beds before getting up. He'd promised her a head start so he pulled a fresh shirt from the drawer of his dresser, satisfied it was a simple black and nothing with a band logo. She was sure to dislike AC/DC and Iron Butterfly. He wasn't going to make that mistake right off the bat.

Not that he should be worrying what she thought about how he looked. They'd agreed... oh hell who was he kidding. There was a connection forming that he couldn't figure out completely and attraction was certainly part of it. Andy had called him whipped and he supposed he was because he made sure to give her a fair enough head start that she wouldn't possibly look over her shoulder and see him. He wanted that particular mystery to be solved when they had both arrived.

He left Lola in the closet. He didn't figure he'd need her so he didn't even bother opening the door to look at her. He set out then, approximately five minutes after she should have left. It was strangely quiet on the grounds. Everyone must be inside avoiding the lizards. Non-existent lizards. He saw nothing on his walk to the kitchen and he reached it in record time, having wandered there on more than one midnight snack run.

He was nearing the kitchen when he heard a distinctly female voice grumble, "Oh, my God, come on." He wasn't even late, in fact he was early. He raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment that he might just turn around and go back the way he'd come. He'd known a little bit of what he was getting into beforehand. And maybe it wasn't even Shannon.

So here it went. He turned the last corner and began down the hall. Which is when he both heard the racket coming from the kitchen and saw the blonde girl standing just outside. "What's going on in there?" he asked, still halfway down the hall from her. "The cook PMSing?"