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Tweak says, "i like juice!"

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-31 11:08:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 21, l lawliet, location: carnival, npc

Who: Zombie Dean and OTA
What: Brains
Where: Around the Carnival
When: Noon, Day 21
Rating: PG-13
Status: Active

Irony loved the Winchester boys. It loved them in the not good, rabid fangirl sort of way. And decided to rear its head and fangirl over poor Dean Winchester. Come on. He spent his lifetime hunting the things that went bump in the night, and now here he was. A thing that went bump in the night.

Alanis Morrisette should have put that in her damn song.

If he were still alive, Dean might have rolled his eyes at the reference. Alanis. Give him the good stuff. Metallica probably had a song about this. But the awkward angle of his neck and bruising around the graying skin gave away the fact that he was feeling not so fresh.

He moved quicker than some of his undead breathren. There was still a stiltedness to his walk, but it wasn't the shambling shuffle. It was focused. He was focused. Because the zombie singularity made him even more focused than he had been in life. And there was one thing that it was focused on.

Brains. Lots of them.

So now Dead Dean was on the hunt. And he had always been a good hunter.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-07 01:43 am UTC (link)

The torchlight probably hit upon the beginnings of decomposition. It had only be a few days, three or four tops, but the signs were there. Dead Dean was dead, and there was nothing of him left.

L's voice only further stimulated the drive for brains. The zombie walked stiltedly closer to Sam, closing in on him even faster thanks to the rookie mistake that he made. It made a swipe out toward Sam, clawing to grab him.

A sound escaped from his mouth, but it was nothing understandable. Nothing alive.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-13 05:06 pm UTC (link)

L's time with Laura had taught him, instinctively, how a dead body compared to a living body appeared. Dead Dean was indeed dead, and it was more than apparent to the young detective. He cringed when Sam went down, trying to help him get back up, and noticing that something seemed to be wrong with his coordination.

He cursed quietly, shaking his head and biting his lip as he saw the zombie wearing Dean's face approach. "Sam? Sam, what's wrong?" he asked, more annoyed than worried, certainly, but still trying to get the man out of harm's way. "If you haven't noticed, we're in a bit of a fix..." he ducked out of the way when Dean swiped at Sam, trying to avoid being hit.

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demonboyking
2009-09-14 07:59 am UTC (link)

By the time Sam had gotten to his feet L was halfway through stating the obvious. Sam barely moved out of the way as Dean swiped out to grab him, trying also to sidestep L who had been there helping him up.

He moved back, reaching down and picking up the torch. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was something at least. He couldn't take his eyes off the zombie version of his brother, staring at him in horror as he moved closer. "It's Dean," he said, his voice low. He shook his head and swallowed down the bile that was rising in his throat. Everything about his brother screamed the fact that he was dead but Sam couldn't stop himself from calling out his brother's name anyway. "Dean, stop."

He looked over at L and realized he had his shovel, the words from management's earlier note echoing in his head. "Oh, God," he said, feeling his stomach lurch as he realized the only way he'd be able to stop this version of his brother.

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inmyownworld
2009-11-22 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Setting his jaw, L shook Sam roughly by the arm. "It's not Dean," he said firmly, authoritatively, moving away from the zombie at a brisk walk and dragging Sam with him. "We're only staying here if you're prepared to set your brother's corpse on fire or watch me decapitate it with my shovel, neither of which I think you want to resort to. We can move faster, just start picking up your feet."

L wasn't being intentionally insensitive, but this was one of those times. Survival was overwhelming emotion and living longer was the priority.

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