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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-13 15:55:00

Current mood:	groggy
Entry tags:	!complete, day 04, dean winchester, location: carnival, open, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Four
Who: Dean Winchester & OTA
What: Day Four, beginning to realize...
When: Just after dawn
Where: Edge of the forest, nearest landmark: Carnival
Rating: R (always with the language)
Status: Complete

Dean had been walking for what felt like forever. His feet actually ached and his clothing was torn in various places from brambles, errant tree branches and who knew what else. He wasn't sure when he'd started walking but his eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the light creeping across the treetops above him. It was still somewhat dark down there between the dense trees but he could see something ahead of him. A great, gleaming circle rising up into the air through the foliage.

Frowning, Dean ran a hand through his hair and a few dried and rustling leaves fluttered to the ground around him. He was all but trudging, dragging his feet at this point. It occurred to him with sudden clarity that he had no idea where he was or why he was there. He felt like he was trying to pull himself out of a long and sticky sleep that wanted to keep him buried in some fog of numbness. Something about that wasn't right and he knew it but his head was fuzzy. So damned fuzzy. He became aware of the fact that his stomach felt nauseated the further he slid forward on lazy feet. Perhaps whatever was up ahead had water somewhere inside. Or maybe there were people.

No. Not maybe. Somehow he knew there would be people somewhere. He didn't know how but that seemed stamped as a fact directly on his sluggish brain. He groaned as he stepped from the edge of the forest into a clearing filled with colorful booths and sunlight. The sun seemed to burn into his mind and he closed his eyes, rubbing them. "What the hell is going on?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-13 03:32 pm UTC (link)

The drinking hadn't done much other than give Shannon a stomach ache and things weren't feeling any better. She'd decided she needed to be alone - completely alone - with her thoughts and maybe if she had the luxury of actually mulling things over and letting them process however they might, she could grieve, deal, whatever, and then move on. So, when Sam was awake, she told him she was heading off to the gas station for some more water - huge lie - and she'd see him when she saw him. She still didn't trust him as far as she could probably throw him, but he hadn't hurt her yet, so maybe he wasn't going to. Maybe he wasn't biding his time.

The first place that Shannon could think of that would be almost definitely deserted (now that she was sharing her own secluded building with Sam) was the carnival. It had nothing useful, no real form of shelter, and quite honestly, it was creepy. Creepy, she decided, was a small price to pay.

Curling up in one of the tea cups of the ride bearing the same name, Shannon pulled out her journal and started writing. The more she wrote, the more unsure about her emotions she felt. The only two clear things to her were that Domeki made her feel better about this place and that Claire maybe wasn't so crazy for always writing in her diary back on the Island. Case in point, if something happened to Shannon like it had to Claire and she disappeared only to come back with some kind of fucked up amnesia, at least she'd have some sort of record of whom she trusted and whom she did not. Better than nothing.

The sound of movement in the brush made Shannon tense and turn, shaking. Shouldn't have come out alone. Should've asked Domeki to come along... she thought as someone emerged from the woods, rubbing his eyes and muttering to himself. The words were lost in the breeze but Shannon stood and shoved the journal and pen into her sweater pocket. Looking around for something to use as a weapon, Shannon noticed a loose piece of the metal railing meant to keep people in line and in order while they waited their turns.

Carefully, Shannon got back out of the tea cup and pulled the piece of metal free, holding it tightly in both hands in the same fashion she'd held the two-by-four when Sam had let himself into the museum two nights ago. "Hello?" she called out to the man. It occurred to her that she was the one calling out to him, so she lowered the metal bar, but didn't loosen her grip or put it down. She'd raise it again if she needed to, but she thought maybe this guy was another new person...there seemed to be a fair few lately, as rumor had it.

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hellsboy
2009-04-13 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Dean started to trip on his own feet and decided it was time to stop before he landed with a mouthful of dirt on the ground. It took him a moment to feel more steady and his head to continue to de-fuzz but he was still out of it when he heard the voice call to him from somewhere among the rides. The rides? What the fuck? Where was he? Blinking rapidly and rubbing his dusty, aching eyes, he gazed around at his surroundings, trying to register fully what exactly he was seeing. There were amusement park rides all around.

"Oh hell," he groaned and his eyes caught sight of the girl standing near the tea cup ride. Chipped paint and rusting metal surrounded her and he thought she might be pretty if his head wasn't so damned full of cotton. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about it though because her entire stance spoke volumes. She looked scared and was obviously on the defensive. She also seemed to be holding something low in her hand. Possibly a weapon.

He attempted to turn fully toward her, hands out placatingly to show her he was unarmed and harmless but he lost his balance. Almost in slow motion his knees buckled and twisted beneath him, landing him hard on his ass on the ground. He half-laughed and half-groaned again at his graceful moves. Now that he was sitting, he could no longer see her behind the tea cup so he called out to her.

"Hey, uh, any idea where I might find some water or an aspirin?" He rubbed his head and decided to stay sitting down for a while.

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