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Tweak says, "You brave little soldier..."

George Lass aka Millie Hager (notgivingashit) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-29 20:34:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 05, george lass, location: pharmacy/liquor store, sam winchester

Who: Gorge Lass and Sam Winchester
What: Migraine medication!
When: Day 5, early afternoon
Where: The Pharmacy
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Active

It was just too much. As if George's usual mood wasn't already abrasive enough, now she had a miagraine from the noise and sleep deprivation, and even the little fun she'd had at the thrift store with the Doctor only helped for a little while. Now, she wanted to bash something in someone's head repeatedly, if only that stopped the damn siren from working.

Since it didn't, but the migraine was staying put, she decided the next logical step (because her ability to think logically hadn't vanished completely yet) would be to hit the pharmacy and hope to God they had some aspirin or something. Otherwise, George would really kill a bitch.

"Oh, my God, why don't you just materialize?! Damn it." She protested as she rummaged through the contests of the pharmacy, wincing and with eyes half-shut all the while. No wonder she couldn't find the damn aspirin anywhere.

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notgivingashit
2009-05-17 12:06 am UTC (link)

Necessary evil, indeed. One George still didn't quite understand, even after five years of being a reaper, even after having been made 'boss'. She shrugged in acceptance of his answer. He didn't really look like he'd flip out on her and kill her with a bunch of medicine bottles, anyway.

Her own notion of reapers before her own death had also been along the lines of creepy. But, as she found out, it wasn't the case at all. Hell, they didn't even have that many perks, they were just like normal people who just had a job to do.

"Yeah, well, so did I." George shrugged. Handing him the aspirin, she raised her eyebrows at what Sam said next. "Um...Thanks? We need to move through crowds and stuff. It would be pretty hard to go decently unnoticed with the cloak and scythe gimmick."

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demonboyking
2009-05-17 03:02 pm UTC (link)

Sam poured out two aspirin into the palm of his hand and dropped them into his mouth before picking up the water on the counter in front of him and taking a drink. He hoped the things worked double-time because if not he felt like his head might explode at any moment.

His eyebrow raised slightly at George's awkward thanks and then he realized that what he had said was kind of awkward. It may have even come across as flirting instead of the objective comment it was. Great, now he was some creep hitting on a reaper.

"Yeah, I guess not," Sam said with a small nod. He paused. "So what comes after?"

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notgivingashit
2009-05-17 03:14 pm UTC (link)

She was beginning to wonder exactly how long it would be before the aspirin took effect. It better be fast, or she might scream. Which wouldn't help at all.

George didn't think twice about what Sam had said, nor did she feel like he was hitting on her. Though, in other circumstances, it might be nice.

"Um...It's weird." George thought back to what she'd seen. Not much at all. "Different for everybody, I suppose. I don't know. I didn't get an after."

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	demonboyking 2009-05-17 04:45 pm UTC (link)
	Sam studied George's face. "So you died...before you became a reaper?" It made sense, he supposed. Still, he'd always thought of reapers as being separate from humans, like demons. Apparently he was wrong. About a lot of things. He cleared his throat and twisted the lid of the aspirin back on. "So there's no white light, or anything like that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notgivingashit
2009-05-18 05:25 am UTC (link)

George nodded, surprised a guy with his job wouldn't know something like that."Yeah. In the most idiotic way."

She leaned against some wall and pushed her hair away from her face. Apparently somewhere along the way it had gained a life of its own and decided to rebel against bobby pins. "I didn't see a light." She shrugged. "I saw a thing coming at me, I disappeared and then I came back...People walked through me - which, by the way, is ten shades of fucked up - and then I slowly regained...um...corporeal status. I guess."

Still hard to explain after all that time.

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demonboyking
2009-05-19 10:31 am UTC (link)

Sam raised an eyebrow at George's remark about her death, though when she didn't offer up anymore details about it he decided not to push. He wasn't sure talking about how you died was exactly good conversation fodder. He was pretty sure if anyone knew enough to ask him how he had died he wouldn't exactly be falling all over himself to tell them.

"So you didn't even get a choice in it," Sam supplied. "I mean between becoming a reaper or moving on?"

Kind of like he hadn't had a choice about coming back. He'd managed not to fall to the level of the other psychic kids by not killing Jake when he'd had the chance at Cold Oak and he'd been killed because of it. He could've lived with that outcome, or died knowing he'd done the right thing, but then Dean had brought him back and the rage he'd felt when he'd seen Jake again had scared him. He had to fight it again, the part of him that might be evil, might be dangerous. He swallowed, leaning back against the counter as he looked down.

"Wow," he said slowly, looking back up at her. "That kind of sucks."

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notgivingashit
2009-05-19 01:40 pm UTC (link)

Yeah something about telling a cute guy about how she died by getting a toilet seat dropped on her from an MIR space station just did not sit right with George, which was why she didn't elaborate.

"If I remember correctly, that was pretty much it, yeah. No choice. Either I did it, or kept on living on earth like someone else entirely with no ties to the world, nobody to help me out. So I kind of had to. I wasn't going anywhere, anyway." George shrugged in a "ah, well" sort of way. She nodded at his conclusion.

"Yeah it kind of does." Not to mention knowing her family was right there and being unable to contact them - although she had cheated once or twice - or not really looking like herself to everyone else. But she didn't like to whine, much. Deciding on changing the subject, George thought she might as well ask about Sam and his hunting. If he wanted to answer, anyway. "Um...What sort of stuff do you do, then, when you hunt?"

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