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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

It'd been a long night in the tunnels trying to find a way out or a way to the bastards in charge of the place. Sam and Rorschach had found neither, though they had managed to make some leeway on mapping out the tunnels. Still, every time they rounded a bend there was one more corridor, one more locked door, one more unanswered question. Eventually even Sam's anger couldn't fuel him on any longer and he'd returned to the museum to sleep. A few hours later he'd awakened to find an exact replica of the watch Jess had given him two Christmases ago on his left wrist and a freaking survey of all things from the jerks in charge.

He'd tried to rip it out, but it'd reappeared again and again and eventually he answered it and then discovered that Merope and some of the others had returned alive. He immediately felt guilty and stupid for buying their deaths so easily, though it was far out shadowed by relief. He was going to have to find Shannon and make sure she was alright, but first he had a date with the management.

He had a word - or two dozen - for them.

His jaw tightened as he approached the Post Office. If he was surprised to see a woman emerge from behind the locked door he didn't show it. He cleared his throat, his brow furrowing into a scowl. "You the one behind all of this?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.