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

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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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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-02 10:58 pm UTC (link)
He smiled at her compliment as he shut the door. He watched her sway but she had steadied herself before he had a chance to reach out to her to offer help. Which was fine because his head was making a very slow job of clearing though he was feeling a lot less sleepy than he had before.

She was near him again and as he breathed in the fresh air he could smell her once more. Her hair and her skin smelled very feminine and there was a salty smell of faded fear and sweat somewhere in there that was not unpleasant. He smiled even wider at her and pursed his lips together tightly.

"You make it very difficult on a guy to behave himself when you look at him that way. You know that, right? Of course you know that." He lifted his hands as though he might touch her face but instead he brushed a stray lizard scale from her hair and took a step back. Now that they were out of the thick of things he felt some sort of relief and disappointment from the whole thing.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-02 11:04 pm UTC (link)
"Sorry," she said sincerely, never taking her eyes off his even when he reached toward her, brushing something from her hair.

Looking back at him, she couldn't help feeling like kind of an asshole for having judged him based on his looks. She'd known she liked him as a person from the forever long journal commenting with him and she'd still let herself second guess it just because he was prettier than the guys she normally gravitated toward. She could swear, though, as she looked back at him, that he looked disappointed too. Licking her lips and looking over her shoulder, happy to see that the coast seemed clear back toward the resident buildings, she sighed softly. She should've known that would be a two-sided coin. Now that they were in the clear, he'd had a chance to really take her in. He was probably as disappointed now as she'd been when he first came into sight outside the kitchen door.

She looked back at him again. "So much for lunch, huh?" she asked with a roll of her eyes. "What do we do now...?"

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-02 11:18 pm UTC (link)
He watched her lick her lips and wondered why she had chosen to start using calculated moves to try to get him going. She knew he'd promised not to hit on her and as much he wanted to pull her to him a third time, this time to kiss her for relief and for the pure want of seeing what it would be like... He wasn't going to do it. Especially not now that she wasn't playing fair anymore. Out of the moment of fear she must want to test his mettle. Why, he couldn't understand.

He tilted his head, eyes off to the side on a piece of grass near her shoe. Then he looked her straight in the eyes. "Hey, I'm glad you're ok. Nothing broken, right? Maybe we need a rain check or something on lunch. I need to get some neosporin on this shit." He indicated the scratches on his arms and the one he just noticed had grazed across his ribs beneath his left arm.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-02 11:29 pm UTC (link)
Shannon gave him a small smile, although she couldn't quite understand the look on his face. "I'm good, thanks." She paused and looked down when he mentioned needing Neosporin. Wincing slightly and pulling in a hiss of air. "Ouch..." she said softly, looking back up at him with concern and sympathy; almost apologetic, as if his injuries were her fault. In a way, they were, she supposed. "You want help?"

It was the least she could do, offering him some help cleaning out the gashes when he'd saved her life, basically. Granted, she'd done a little saving, herself, but mainly...she just didn't want to part ways with him, just yet.

Shannon pursed her lips, chewing on the bottom one slightly. "You're not what I was expecting," she admitted. "But you also proved my theory wrong..." she added, sounding a little ashamed for having had a theory at all. Her eyes searched his again. She was ready to throw away her preconceived notions about pretty boys, at least in his case.

In spite of the way he looked, which she found was rapidly growing on her, Shannon realized...she still really liked the guy.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-02 11:44 pm UTC (link)
"Oh these scratches? No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I've had much worse in my time. Are you bleeding anywhere?" he asked concernedly.

They had been so equal back there in that hallway with the lizards surrounding them. At least in his mind. There had been saving on both sides. She had taken some pretty gutsy leaps of faith, trusting him. She'd also been very able and fast on her feet. He had been very impressed. That's why this switch seemed like a low blow.

Still, she was offering to to help him patch himself up. It was sweet in a different way than he'd thought he'd appreciate. It was very feminine yet very strong. Mentally he rolled his eyes at himself. Get a grip, Winchester.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting either," he admitted. "Wait, what theory?" He raised a brow at her and looked interested. This should be good. He was ready to hear anything at this point.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-02 11:51 pm UTC (link)
"No, no," Shannon assured him, giving another weak smile. "I'm fine. Maybe a couple of bruises from getting grabbed and knocked around, but nothing serious. You were kind of amazing in there. Guess you meant it when you said you'd protect me," she added, blushing slightly and looking down again.

He'd put himself on the line so that she could be safe. It confused the hell out of her that he could have so much in common with Boone...and that she still was starting to harbor feelings for him that she'd never have had for Boone, no matter how badly she'd known he'd wanted her to. The things this guy was doing...without even trying. She swallowed back the lump in her throat when she realized that he was a little bit of Sayid and a little bit of Boone all rolled up in one. That thought hurt. A lot.

She looked back up at him when he asked what theory and she rolled her eyes at herself, shaking her head. "That pretty boys are nothing more than metrosexual wimps who only care about themselves," she replied honestly. She paused. "What were you expecting?" A playful smirk crossed her lips. "I mean, I said I was a hot blonde..." she teased.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-03 12:02 am UTC (link)
He was glad to see she wasn't hurt more than a few small bruises. Some of what he saw must be from rolling around on the ground in dust shadowing her features as well. He wanted to brush away some of the darkness from her skin and he lifted his hand again. But again he let it fall away, this time without touching her.

She had something in her expression that made him think again about the feeling he'd been getting from her. The one that made him think she was playing games. He thought he could read pain behind her eyes. It caught him off guard.

He started to speak and then closed his mouth then opened it again. "Pretty boys? You'd consider me pretty?" He chuckled and shook his head, feeling more of the tension leave him.

"You? Well I wasn't expecting Laura Croft: Tomb Raider. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-03 12:11 am UTC (link)
Shannon had noticed the movement and wondered what he'd meant to do before he clearly stopped himself. She noticed a smudge of blood on his cheekbone. It didn't look like there was a cut there; more like a smear. As if he'd inadvertently transferred some of the blood from another cut to his face. Shannon didn't stop herself from reaching up and giving the smudge a gentle brush with her thumb, just to make sure. She'd been right that it wasn't a cut.

"Fight or flight," she said softly, ignoring his question about whether she considered him pretty.

She licked her lips again. "I didn't want to leave you, so I fought." She looked up into his eyes. After a short pause, she lifted herself onto tip-toes and pressed her lips to his fleetingly before dropping back down and giving him a ghost of a smile. "I know we said...you know...but, you saved my life. If you hadn't been there, Dean..." she said, letting her voice trail off as she tucked her hair behind one ear self-consciously. Maybe he'd be upset that she'd done that, but she couldn't help it.

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[info]hellsboy
2009-03-03 12:21 am UTC (link)
He closed his eyes slightly as she touched his face. It sent him back to a month ago when Cassie had done something similar. When her touch had felt like the only touch in the world he wanted or ever would want. He was never the type to get attached like that and he had thought he would never allow it to happen again.

But when she brushed her lips against his it was as though nothing pained him anymore. No cuts, no bruises. He wanted more than just the token but he knew that was not what this moment was about. He controlled himself and glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"Yes, we did say... you know," he imitated her paused speech and smiled gently, turning his face completely to look at her as she fidgeted self-consciously. "You're one hell of a girl, Shannon. I'm glad you didn't leave."

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