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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-03 18:24:00

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!complete, day 06, dean winchester, location: thrift store, luna lovegood, open

Day 6: Early Morning
Who: Dean Winchester & OTA
What: Warm clothes, please
When: Early morning
Where: Thrift Shop
Rating: R (language - always)
Status: Active

Dean was so ready to be up and moving around. Sleeping on a hard pew in the church had been less than completely restful but he had been so tired that he'd gotten at least the requisite 6 hours. The whole day before had been, with a few exceptions, a huge nightmare of sleep deprivation and frustration. He was decided now that he would focus all of his strength on getting the fuck out of this town. He was definitely not interested in sticking around and trying to work through his demons because that seemed to be exactly what the powers that be wanted him to do here. All signs pointed to forced therapy for Dean Winchester and he was not game for that shit. Not at all.

So if he was going to find somewhere else to stay, because he sure as hell wasn't staying in the museum while Shannon and his brother spooned the nights away pretending they didn't have feelings for each other, and get out of dodge eventually, he was going to need something warmer to wear than what he had. He'd heard the Thrift Shop was chock full of clothes - hideous mostly but clothes nonetheless - and, tracking fresh boot prints through the pristine white snow that had fallen before daylight, he was at the store and inside in no time.

Once inside, Dean glanced around the racks of clothes and made a face. "Oh dude..." he muttered at the ridiculous clothes and then burst out laughing. "This place is an experiment all on its own," he added, chuckling as he wandered through to see if he couldn't find some warmer clothes and perhaps a coat too.

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luna_llena
2009-05-04 02:23 pm UTC (link)

Despite the extreme layer of tension that had fallen within the church itself, Luna had slept moderately well, and was now quite cheerful. Dressing in the other room, she had changed into a mish-mash of the three outfits she had available. That white dress she arrived in, the boy's shoes that she had gotten later, along with a jean jacket that was a bit too thin for snow. Still, snow had never really bothered her, and this time she at least was not barefoot in it.

Dean had left, and Luna had followed a few moments later, not really having any place special in mind. Just knowing that going out into the woods was likely not the best idea, and that she wanted to test out this idea of wandless magic.

The magic tingled in her veins, when she focused, but nothing came immediately to the forefront exactly to try. Of course she thought that Cheering Charms, after some time, and it became her focus.

Luna wandered to the thrift shop, unthinkingly following Dean's boot steps, her mind simply latching onto a temporary path in the snow.

With a bounce in her I-love-snow-let's-practice-magic step, she walked up the steps into the shop, letting herself in. Just in time to hear Dean's laughter echo through the place, there needed to be more of that, more laughter. Even in the worst of circumstances, you needed to laugh, in her opinion. The bell above the door, nearly rusted into non-use, tinkled to signal her arrival.

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hellsboy
2009-05-04 02:36 pm UTC (link)

The bell above the door tinkled and Dean paused mid-laugh, with his hand on a rack of especially horrible pants printed in psychadelic patterns or sequined to within an inch of vomitous. He was busy imagining Andy wearing a pair of these pants, feeling a smug at the image of the kid with his bad attitude standing in front of Luna in the ugly things. Or Sam because Sam had tried to mess with him while he was sleeping. He had to get that guy back before he went off to track the perimeter. He had a few ideas but nothing seemed just right yet.

Letting his hand fall away from the pants from hell, he turned and called out, "Who goes there and what is the password?" His voice was gruff and lower than normal, half messing around and half playing it safe. He stayed still among the clothes, letting them block him from the sight of whoever had wandered into the shop. Last thing he wanted was to run into Rorschach or another Weevil in this place. Not that he thought a Weevil would be out during the day in the snow. Unless it wanted somewhere warm to sleep... oh shit.

Without thinking further, Dean looked around for a weapon of some sort to defend himself if it did turn out to be a Weevil. In a matter of seconds he stood in a defensive stance holding a rhinestone covered belt poised to flick like a whip at whatever answered (or didn't) his question.