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tear_it_up (tear_it_up) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-19 19:44:00

Current music:	Evanescence- "Hello"
Entry tags:	day 1: reboot, location: cherry lane, sam winchester, willard stiles

Hello, I'm Your Mind, Giving You Someone To Talk To.
Who: Willard Stiles (tear_it_up) and Sam Winchester (demonboyking)
What: Rise and shine in your happy new home, gentlemen.
Where: 208 Cherry Lane
When: Day One, 10:17 A.M.
Rating: PG for confuzzlement.
Status: Closed and Active.

Hate filling his watery blue eyes, he dropped the bag with its concealed trap onto the monstrous rat.

"That's it for you Ben!" He shrieked, pointing his finger accusingly at the paper bag as he backed away from it. "I loved Socrates, but I... HATE.... YOU!!!!"

There was a cool plaster wall against his cheek. He opened his eyes, glancing around furtively before giving a quavery, nervous, relieved laugh. He'd fallen out of bed and had apparently ended up under his window. When he turned, though, it certainly didn't appear that way. This wasn't his room, and there was no bed in it. The only thing in the room was a small, plastic box, containing a pair of tube socks, a journal and pen, some mint-flavored tic-tacs, and a little key.

"Ahhh.... hello..." he called, in his characteristically nervous voice. He opened the door, peering out into what appeared to be a very empty, unfurnished living area. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm ready to confess... I killed him... OK? It was... it was me. And Ben. Just... just please tell me where I am? Hello?"

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demonboyking
2010-06-20 05:21 pm UTC (link)

Sam snapped awake to the sound of voices to find himself in an empty room. His brow furrowed as he looked around and took in his surroundings. He had no idea where he was or where Dean was. The last thing he'd remembered was the silence of the Impala as it'd headed west with his brother at the wheel. Dean wasn't in the room and now that he was awake he could tell that there was actually only one voice and it wasn't his brother's. Especially since he'd just heard a sort of confession.

Sam's stomach tightened in apprehension as he got to his feet. The gun he normally kept at the back of his jeans was gone. Instead all he had was a small box that had been placed beside him. He looked through the contents quickly, not sure what to make out of them and not finding anything he could use as a weapon and then made his way cautiously to the door.

The voice didn't sound angry. It sounded nervous, pleading and in the end that was what made Sam decide to open the door instead of looking for another escape route. He opened the door slowly, looking out into an empty living room save the presence of a tall, thin man.

"Hello," Sam called back, stepping out into the living space. "I don't know where you're at, but I can help you." He was relieved to see the other man didn't seem to have any sort of weapon. "What's your name?" Sam asked slowly.

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tear_it_up
2010-06-21 12:24 am UTC (link)

If Willard had been angry, and sounded it, it would have likely been followed by a profuse apology. He jumped skittishly when the door opened, holding himself, looking every bit as nervous as he had sounded.

"Willard Stiles. I... I know what this is. You're... you're a doctor, right? A psy... psychiatrist? You think I'm crazy?" he asked, wringing his hands. "I just want my house back. That... that house is all I have. I can get it clean, I can make the rats go... go away, but you can't make me leave."

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demonboyking
2010-06-21 08:28 pm UTC (link)

Sam winced involuntarily at the mention of rats. He'd never liked them. There were more important things to focus on though, and he took a moment to measure the man up again. His question seemed to imply that he himself thought he might be a little crazy, which wasn't that promising.

"I'm not a doctor," he said finally. "I'm Sam Winchester. I don't know how I got here. I don't think this is a hospital though." The deserted house didn't look like any kind of psychiatric ward that he'd been to and weirdly enough, his job had taken him to a few. "Do you know how we got here?"

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