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Piper Halliwell (mooninhereye) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 23:15:00

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!dropped, !incomplete, day 01, location: barn, piper halliwell, silent bob

Day One: Mid-Morning/Early Afternoon
Who: Piper Halliwell & Silent Bob
What: Arrival in a strange place, in the woods, with strange company.
When: 11:00 am
Where: Forest- nearest Landmark Barn
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

A breeze tickled Piper's bare arms, she shivered and tried to cuddle deeper into her bed. Only a couple of things were wrong with this. One-she didn't have her pillow tucked under her head, Two-she had no blankets and 3-she was fairly sure that her bed wasn't made of rocks. Groaning she cracked her eyes open. Sunlight peeked through tress casting shadows on the ground. Pushing her arms up under her she sat up. "LEO!" She whipped her head around again, brushing the dirt and grass of her arms. When he didn't answer, Piper forced herself to stand up. Her legs felt like jell-o. "Come on out! This isn't funny!" Pressing her hand into her forehead she turned in a circle.

"Paige? Phoebe?" She called out , stumbling slightly when she tried to move. Glancing down, Piper groaned, dried mud and dirt smeared down the front of her A-shirt and plaid pj pants. "That figures." She sighed, she should expect the unexpected by now, and yet she was always taken by surprise. Before she could open her mouth to try calling out for her sisters again, she saw some one else just a few feet from her.

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silent_bob
2009-03-30 11:15 am UTC (link)

Bob couldn't help but nod emphatically to Piper's assertion of the place as a renderer of heebeegeebees. It's not that Bob had a problem with quiet (obviously) or dirt it was more a matter of the lack of people where there should be people. The idea that something should be in this place.

Following behind, it was a matter of habit, really; Bob watched as they happened upon the thrift shop and his coat was handed back to him. He shrugged and nodded, pulling on his nice, warm, snuggly coat. His coat that smelled like a girl. That was a... second.

He peeked his head inside the door for a minute and looked around. It was a musty-ass thrift store. There was no way he was getting the fuck in there. Putting on fucking used clothes. Fuck that.

Heading back out to the road Bob looked around sort of perplexedly. He didn't know where he should go or what he should do. He felt, strangely, sort of super glued to the pavement; paralyzed with unease. There were lots of things Bob did alone. He slept alone (generally); shit alone; bathed alone. But, wandering around alone? What the fuck was up with that?

Taking up a spot alongside the front door of the Post Office Bob tried it out. He kicked up his left heel and then his right. Fucking siding. The Quick Stop had stucco. This just didn't feel right.

Oh yeah, and he was fucking alone without a cig.

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mooninhereye
2009-03-31 02:57 am UTC (link)

Piper glanced around, wrinkling her nose up. Wearing other people's clothing-who weren't her sisters-was just...weird. Sighing though she turned and watched Bob walk over to the post office and lean against it. She frowned slightly looking at him. He looked like one of those book stoppers, only the kind that was missing the other end. She lifted her hand to him, and slipped inside the store.

It was musty, and dusty and smelled of mildew. So, not really that suprisingly different from most other thrift shops. Stripping off one layer of socks, "Ewww" she tossed them next to the door. Tracking wet socks was different then tracking muddy socks. Glancing up, she looked at the dirty window, relieved to see Bob still standing against the post office. She turned her attention back to the racks of clothing thumbing her way through it. Finally she picked a pair of jeans that were almost the right size, just a little too long, and a blue t-shirt with a rainbow and clouds on it. Not what she'd pick if she had a choice but she didn't. She also grabbed a plain grey sweatshirt and pulled it on. Next step was shoes.

The entire place a had creepy feel, as if no one had stepped foot in it for years. Finally though, she found a pair of yellow tenishoes. Stealing a string out of the another shoe, she tied her hair back as best she could.

Walking back to the door, she looked out to check if Bob was still there or if she was on her own.

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