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Bill Sheats is a vagabond, a rascal. (deusexvampira) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-11 06:35:00

Entry tags:

ageless bill turner, dean winchester

Who: Bill Turner & Dean Winchester
What: Meeting and Information Gathering
Where: Turner-Sparrow Residence, London
When: Todayish
Warnings: Likely swearing, lots of spooky oogie-boogie talk.

Bill had gotten the call from his descendant about a friend dropping by. He'd heard things about the Winchesters, Dean in particular. He was actually rather looking forward to meeting one of Teague's associates. Teague had given him a run down of what was expected material to dredge up, so he pulled out his journal on Australia, and set it aside, along with a few things any hunter would be interested in. He also made sure they were stocked up on beer and soda.

After that, he went back to his reading up on the laws of this particular London, sat down in the narrow foyer, near the door.

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doubleup
2008-07-11 07:49 am UTC (link)

Dean navigated his car toward the address Teague had given him, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with ZZ Top. Pulling to a stop, he locked up the car and bounced toward the door. He was pretty optimistic about the visit. For one, if Teague liked him, he was good people. For two, he was interested in what the guy had to offer.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, putting his hands in his leather jacket pockets, which he doggedly insisted on wearing in spite of the heat.

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deusexvampira
2008-07-11 08:00 am UTC (link)

Old habits died hard. And far be it from an old fart like the young-faced man who answered the door to say otherwise. He set down the book before opening the door and gave a bright enough smile while offering his hand, "H'lo, you must be Dean Winchester. Do come in." His accent wasn't purely English, though that made up a great deal of it. He was wearing business casual, his hair tied back in a ponytail, and an amulet around his neck - one that had very old, very ancient designs chiseled into it.

"Teague's told me a little bit about you, and I would've sought you out myself, but I don't throw in 'til I've been invited to." He led the way into the sitting room. It was filled with books and bric-a-brac, most of which was nautical or at least had some history of being at sea. On the mantle of the fireplace, there was a small box with a tiny card leaned against it which read 'do not touch'. Being that there were rubies, sapphires and gold coins lining several shelves, the chances of the wooden puzzle box actually being somewhat dangerous was a high possibility.

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