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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-18 16:58:00

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complete, day 11, dean winchester, laura moon

Day 11
Who: Dean Winchester & Laura Moon
When: 9am or so
Where: Lodging Unit C / Forest
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

If it hadn’t been raining so damned hard outside, Dean might have felt less cabin fever and more at ease to explore this new place he’d been dumped into. So far he’d managed to sleep a small amount and meet only one other soul in the entire place. Which seemed to him like a large red flag that perhaps he was indeed in another dimension. Or even purgatory. He could deal with purgatory. He figured there’d be a way out of that since he had rid the world of quite a few evil beasties in his time. God owed him a favor, didn’t he?

It had been a wonderful night of sleep, save for the strange sounds of wind outside the window. His room, as it turned out, was rather lavish but he was loathe to stay in it any longer than he had to. He had a mission. To get out of here and back to his life STAT. There was no way he, Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire, was going to be held hostage by some unseen force in a place like this. He dressed quickly in jeans, a rather cool, vintage Van Halen t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt from one of the dresser drawers. He was mildly amazed at the fact the dresser held just exactly his size and preferred style of clothes. This place was a little creepy.

Leaving the room, he pocketed the key just to be on the safe side in case he had some reason he needed to come back. Conveniently there was an exact replica (what else could it be?) of his favorite leather jacket and, because the rain had been a bit awe-inspiring when he’d been out in it yesterday, he slung it over his shoulder before allowing the door to slam behind him.

The hall was fairly dark as though perhaps the power had gone out or someone had flipped the switch probably somewhere on the wall near the end. It didn’t appear as though his portion of the building had many people in it yet he felt as though he ought to walk softly through the corridor. Peering out the door to the forest beyond, Dean wondered if this weather was the way this place always was. Still, if he was going to get away he’d need to find the perimeter and through the forest seemed the best way to do that at the moment. Pulling up his hood, he ran out, across the grass and into the forest.

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spitandviolets
2008-08-21 04:04 pm UTC (link)

"No matter how big you boys get, you always seem to need somebody looking out for you." She would know. Shadow was as big as they came, and it seemed that he was always in trouble. Granted, much of it had been her fault, but that was beside the point. If he'd been a man about some things and just said no to her, well, they'd have been okay. Maybe she wouldn't be dead. On the other hand, maybe stuff like this was meant to happen. Certain things were made to break.

Giving him the once over, she raised an eyebrow. She probably would have snorted, but she didn't really breathe; laughing and snorting were two functions that she really had to think about before she actually did them. Was the payoff worth the disgusting effort? In this case, no. "Something might eat me, you say? I sincerely doubt it." Nothing really likes to eat dead flesh. Most predators prefer the prey to be freshly dead...and there probably isn't much on this planet that has been dead longer than me. A twisted sort of smirk crossed her face. "You don't need to worry about me. Even if I did get into a fight, I could more than handle myself. I prefer not to do battle, though." Because I usually fight to kill. It's hard to not kill, especially when you're not so prejudiced about it anymore.

Watching him rise, Laura caught the lighter. She flicked it open, finding it difficult to keep it lit in the wet of the outside. Still, the death stick took. She couldn't feel the drug anymore, and she could only barely taste it. Regular cigarettes hadn't been strong enough; they didn't taste like anything anymore. At least cloves had a faint taste that was somewhere in there. She held the cigarette to her lips, though there wasn't a real inhale. Obviously she was one of those people who only lightly puffed on cigarettes. Still, the smoke came out of her nose. Laura had gotten into the habit of moving her tongue around, blocking off the back of her throat to avoid the freakish spectacle of smoke constantly pouring out of her nose. That usually unsettled the living.

"Kansas? Surprising. Imagine that. We're almost neighbors. Well, neighbor, welcome to...wherever it is we seem to be." She motioned around to the forest like it was her living room. There was a hint of sarcasm behind the dead tone, and that wry smile stayed on her face. "I knew you were human." It was a deadpan fact. "Your aura." She wasn't going to get into the fact that he was probably a strong person with a lot of problems. After studying people, she'd started learning how the auras looked. The dying had faint flickers, not even as strong as a candle. They looked like LED lights in the middle of a cavern. Truly strong people flared like bonfires. Sheep had moderate, flashlight-like lights. "So... you wander around and kill things, calling no place home. Are you sure you're not an Indian? Because I swear that's what I remember them doing. And I mean 'Welcome-to-our-casino' Indian, not 'Namaste' type."

Making her way closer to him, she studied his face. Not bad looking. She could see the same sort of determination in him that was present in Shadow. In a way, this goofy kid made her miss her husband. No point worrying or even thinking about that now, was there? He died on a tree in somebody's front yard last she saw. And he was dead dead, not the type of dead that she was. It was a bummer, but she couldn't find herself getting upset about it. Death wasn't so bad from this side of the fence.

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