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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
2009-04-17 07:00 am UTC (link)

Cassie...? she mouthed to herself in confusion. Where had that come from? She'd told him her name, right? ...yeah, yeah she had. Cassie and Shannon sounded nothing alike. It registered then that he sounded a little confused, himself, so she wondered if maybe whoever Cassie was, she was a memory coming back to him, because as far as Shannon could remember, she hadn't heard a Cassie mentioned anywhere in the journals as of yet. That was decidedly good, Shannon thought, because the more little things he remembered, the more big things he would remember eventually. At least, logically speaking - not that anything so far about this place had been logical.

He repeated the information she'd given in the form of a question, as if trying to fully process what she'd said and then asked what the fuck was wrong with people. "Right?" Shannon asked with her own brand of irritation toward whoever was behind this whole thing. It was more to herself than to him, because the way in which he asked suggested to her that he didn't think she'd have an answer and he wasn't wrong. She didn't.

Although, when he said Sam was his kind of guy, Shannon smiled a little. She, on the other hand, was still waffling on how she felt about Sam. "You and me both," she agreed, however, to the sentiment that maybe-Dean would like to pick Sam's brain about a way to get out. She had thought that Sam's idea to take a head count was a good idea, too, and it wasn't lost upon Shannon that Dean had mentioned the same thing Sam had - getting to know who was around and what they could do. Maybe-Dean sounded more and more like actually-Dean the more he talked. "I don't know, I don't really know him, but I guess so. I mean, he said he went to Stanford," she replied absently. "That's, like, a really good school, so...I guess he'd have to be."

A smirk crossed Shannon's lips and she looked over at him from an awkward angle when he called her Super Girl again. "Well, I'm glad one of us does, Hulk," she joked back, mainly to keep herself from worrying about the fact that if some sort of threat did expose itself, Shannon was weighed down with a semi-disabled guy who was not only taller, but larger than she. Never mind the fact that Shannon had never actually had to defend herself. She could see the art museum up ahead, but it still seemed miles away; an illusion of the mind to frustrate and deflate her, she assumed.

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hellsboy
2009-04-17 08:26 am UTC (link)

He frowned and focused on standing up a little straighter with each step. "Stanford?" Dean asked, looking at her again. "I think I knew a guy who went to Stanford. Weird. I don't think I was the kind of guy to know a guy who went to a really good school. Huh." He shrugged and tried to pick up the pace. He could see a building ahead and he was pretty sure it was the museum she'd spoken about. She didn't seem the type to go too far from a safehold. Which was good because that meant she would be easier to protect once he got his bearings back completely.

He chuckled when she called him Hulk. She was loosening up a little again which made things a lot serious. He didn't do serious for too long if he could help it; he knew that at least. The other stuff was coming back in quick snatches at the edges of darkness inside his mind. He hated being this out of it. It felt wrong and he hoped it would all come back soon. But what the fuck did the word Expired mean on his arm and why would someone tattoo it on his arm. It itched like hell too but unless he wanted to fall on top of Shannon, he couldn't scratch it.

He was however gaining his strength back faster than his memory. He could feel his legs more solidly underneath him but he decided it would be better in the long run if he let her continue to help him. Super Girl was touchy and he did not want the instant replay of earlier. "You really should laugh more often, Shannon. You're almost attractive when you don't look pissed off," he said with a distracted smile.

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