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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
2009-04-16 10:33 pm UTC (link)

At his sarcasm, Shannon set her jaw. Fantastic. Another person to think she was useless. It shouldn't have surprised her, really, but it still hurt her feelings regardless. This guy, Dean or not, didn't know her; who the hell was he to judge what she was and wasn't capable of? She chose not to respond to his remark about Super Girl.

"Whatever," she said in a low voice, frowning, when he got up all on his own. Fine, if he was going to be like that, then he could just walk his own ass back and if he didn't need her help that was just fine with her, too. She forced a short, pursed-lipped smile back at him when he joked about taking him to her leader. "Maybe. I don't know. The Doctor will, though, he's been looking for you," she said in a dull voice.

Once the bandage was completely gone and tossed aside, Shannon saw that the word expired had been tattooed there. Still furthermore, she noticed, just before he covered it by rubbing his bicep, that there was a tiny puncture wound in the round of the letter d. Her brow furrowed. Maybe they'd meant to give him a lethal injection and botched it? "No clue," she found herself replying to him although she wasn't sure he actually expected a response.

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other and looking over where he'd come out from warily, she picked up the metal bar again. If he didn't need or want her help walking, then she'd have a free hand for it, anyway. Better safe than sorry. "Just say when," she added without looking back at him.

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hellsboy
2009-04-16 10:46 pm UTC (link)

From his peripheral vision he saw her deflate when he'd decided to get up on his own. Now she sounded like a zombie when she spoke and that added to his frustration. She'd ignored his quip and wouldn't engage in lighthearted banter to take the edge away from the seriousness of the moment. Women, he thought. You try to do a good thing and they get pissy for no reason. Well if that was her game then he wasn't going to be flashing the smiles for her benefit.

He lifted his brow as she picked up the metal bar again and glanced at her expression which looked like it bordered on unfriendly. He scratched absently at the tattoo and shook his head at her. "Didn't mean to ruffle your feathers," he said lightly, turning away to glance around the carnival. He remembered a bit more from his time with the Doctor. There had been a town. A gas station with water and a town. And if they were in a glass cage, it couldn't be that difficult to find his own way around a limited area.

"You can leave that. I'm not going to hurt you. Just point me in the direction of Sam or the Doctor or an aspirin and I'll find my own way."

He glanced back at her and rolled down his sleeve over the ridiculous tattoo to keep himself from scratching it raw. Patting it, he felt a wave of dizziness flow through his head and he closed his eyes to ride it out. "Ugh," he grumbled.

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