Don't call me Sammy. (likeaprodigal) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-27 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | dracula, hugo stiglitz, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester and Open
What: Reflection at the park.
Where: …at the park?
When: Thursday night.
Rating: Low, most likely.
Status: Incomplete, open.
Sam hadn’t actually had private reflection time in awhile. That being said, there was such a thing as too much. All the friends he’d made since he’d arrived were taken away in one fell swoop of the manager’s idiocy, his brother was nowhere to be seen and Sam felt a little bit lost at the moment. He was probably a little pathetic for letting this get to him like it did, but he couldn’t help it. If the unfamiliar environment wasn’t bad enough on its own, it was worse when he had to start over in the middle and make a whole new set of friends.
And sure, there were other people there than he got along with. Emmanuelle was nice, and a very attractive woman, but he’d thought that about Claire, too. And as soon as they’d gotten their moment, she was gone. He laughed bitterly at himself for a moment, because he sounded like a teenage girl, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit burned by the manager on this. He claimed to have their best interests at heart here, but what it came down to was that he was only looking to amuse himself and cover his own ass when things went wrong. He was no better than a human, as much as he tried to be.
The park was a good mind-clearer. It was sort of chilly that night, which was a nice contrast from the intense heat wave they’d had at the resort for the past couple nights. He paused at one of the benches and took a seat, noting that it was actually a really nice place when it wasn’t overrun with zombies or corpses. Sure, it was better than his apocalypse world, and sure, he wasn’t rotting in Lucifer’s cage here. But he’d almost prefer that to this. Almost.