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Tweak says, "Don't fear the reaper"

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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mooninhereye
2009-03-27 12:13 am UTC (link)

Bringing her hands up slightly, she edged around to the front. She was kind of prepared for, you know hooks, maybe a guy in a mask, a demon, anything really. Except for couches. Because seriously?

She stared thought about going in, but really you could see inside, and it was packed with couches. "....That's just weird." Taking a deep breath, she called out for her sisters. "Phoebe? Paige?" When no one answered, she looked back over at Bob, then back to the barn. It'd be pretty hard for them to hide in there, or be you k now, laying dead. And if she thought about it...it didn't feel like they were dead. She would know.

Swallowing, she turned back to Bob. "Road it is then." The silence of Bob was kind of well, freaking her out. She was used to the witty chatter of her sisters, or Leo's calming voice of reason. Maybe they were here, in this place some where, but right now, she didn't think so. If this were a spell it was a very powerful one. Maybe she could write a counter spell to get out of here, returning things to where they should be. She twisted her ring, and shook her head. No she couldn't just leave the Innocent here.

Her feet were starting to hurt from all this walking with out shoes. "I wonder how far a town is. There has to be something this road leads to right?"

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silent_bob
2009-03-28 07:47 pm UTC (link)

(Ixnay any reference to previous smoking, cuz I'm stupid.)

The whole barn smelt musty like Jay when he's in dire need of a new cap. Even still, the barn made Bob's stomach roll. There was nothing that Bob could do save kick the nearest couch. He was feeling sort of jittery and Bob didn't like it.

'Road it is,' Piper said, though, Bob wasn't quite sure he wanted to leave the not-so-creepy barn yet. It had couches. It would make a great place for him to take a nap. Or smoke. Or just hang.

Giving it up with a shrug he was back out and walking around the perimeter of the barn where lo and behold he ran into a road. Looking left and right he arbitrarily chose to turn left kicking at the rocks and the cracks in the pavement.

Internally, Bob was having a temper tantrum; even if he was duck-pond calm on the outside. He didn't know where the fuck he was. He didn't know who the fuck pajama girl was. He certainly didn't know why the fuck he wasn't in New Jersey anymore.

Not too far down the road Bob could see another structure. To which Bob stopped and silently shook his head. Fucking A. What the hell kind of Camp Crystal Lake had he fucking been dropped into?

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mooninhereye
2009-03-28 08:54 pm UTC (link)

Piper was trying to think of a spell to return them where they came from. The one she and her sisters had used when they went back to visit mom might work. She tried to think on how it went... A Time for Everything and to everything it's place
Return what has been moved Through Time and Space Piper nodded to herself. That one might work, if she were lucky enough. Only one way to find out. She grabbed Bob's arm and muttered the spell under her breath "A time for everything and to everything it's place, return what has been moved Through time and space"

She closed her eyes but after a moment it was obvious nothing happened. She looked at Bob, who she'd suddenly stopped and smiled at him. "Ah-heh. Right" She brushed off his arm and looked away.

Maybe that meant they weren't out of time...or space. She pressed her hand to her forehead as she walked. Making up spells was always Phoebe's thing, not hers.

"Sorry" She said to Bob. Hoping she hadn't freaked him out to bad. And then when he stopped, she looked up again and could see the shape of an old...town. A creepy old town ghost town. Piper had learned, out of the many weird and strange things in her life, that they almost all had a reason behind it.

"...Oookay." Taking a deep breath she looked over at Bob. "You doin' alright?" He seemed fairly calm but Piper'd been in enough situations to know that wasn't always the case.

They moved a bit closer to the run down gas station. "Maybe there's a phone in there?"

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silent_bob
2009-03-28 09:22 pm UTC (link)

He was standing there, taking in the rolling fog between the sudden onslaught of heavy raindrops when he felt an arm grab his own. Bob jumped. That's right, he jumped like a bitch. He'd never admit it, so don't ask.

Snapping his head to face the arm that grabbed him he realized it was pajama girl and that she was mumbling. He had thought at first that she was hot. He thought she was hot and kind of smart. Hot, kind of smart and observant. Now, he was certain she was hot, kind of smart, observant, and perhaps a bit insane.

Standing there with his eyes like saucers until she let go and smoothed his shirt Bob thought she might go all Misery on him, break his legs and drag him back into the barn. 'Sorry,' she said, and Bob wasn't quite sure what to make of it so he just kind of blinked.

Eventually she moved on back to the routine of somewhat normalcy and turned her attention from his arm to the buildings.

'You doing alright,' she asked and Bob just kind of shrugged. Sure, he wasn't OK per-se; but, he wasn't about to start going on about it to pajama girl, so he just kind of nodded.

'Maybe there's a phone in there,' she said and Bob visibly straightened. If there was a phone he could call... He could call the Moobies and they'd get Jay and Jay could find a fucking cab... Wait, he didn't know where the fuck he was.

Shit fuck motherfuck.

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[[Edited because I'm st00pid gastation/liquer store are not the same]]

mooninhereye
2009-03-28 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Receiving the 'ehhh I'm okay ish' shrug from Bob, at least she thought that's what that shrug meant. Maybe it was a 'no I'm freaking out' or 'Yeah this happens to me every Friday' shrug. But Piper preferred to think of it as the first.

Twisting her ring again she squared her shoulders "First a creepy barn, and now a creepy gas station. This day just gets better and better" She snarked, huddling deeper into Bob's jacket. At least she was getting warmer.

Even with her power to freeze she just couldn't bring herself to feel like "one of the most powerful witches of her time" in her jammies. And these had been her favorite two. Ah well.

"Don't worry, if we're any where that can be found-my sisters will find me." Piper assured Bob, or herself. It didn't really matter who she was assuring. Because she was pretty sure that was true. She hoped.

Finally they reached the gas station. She asked, turning to look at her silent Innocent next to her.

"Ew." Wrinkling her nose up, she pushed open the door. The inside was a mess, all dusty and unused. Her hopes sank, she shouldn't have been surprised after the barn of couches but she was.

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silent_bob
2009-03-28 10:15 pm UTC (link)

She had just about taken the words right out of his mouth. The day just kept getting fucking better and better. Each time he started thinking things weren't that bad it seemed like they just got plain old worse. Sure, he was alone in the woods. Then he turned out to be there with a hot chick. Then he was there with a hot chick who randomly turned crazy. Then he had thoughts of a phone, but no fucking clue where he was.

Following her lead, Bob peeked inside. The place was dingy. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be anything from this fucking century in this place. And there was no lights. No hum of electricity. No fucking power means no fucking phone. Bob's heart sank.

"Fuck," Bob muttered, not bothering to go inside, but taking up a spot on a metal bench that was so rusty it screamed tetanus.

Fuck.

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mooninhereye
2009-03-28 10:37 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah. I agree." Piper said, to Bob's muttered curse word. She glanced around again, and stepped inside. "Hello? Anyone home?" She called out, trying not to touch anything.

She paused though, because there on the counter, was a smear of a hand print. She swallowed, heart thumping. "Bob..." she pointed at the hand print and then looked back up at him. She glanced around, there were other little things that said some one had been there. And recently.

Moving around the place, slowly her hands up, she was totally caught off guard when she turned the corner into the 'office' and a raccoon stared at her. Yelping, she flung up her hands and was relieved when the raccoon didn't explode but froze. She shuddered. "Oh-okay see. Not right. That just isn't right." She grumbled turning around.

"Well, who ever was here they aren't now." Pulling out her water, she lifted herself up onto the counter, setting her box down next to her, she opened her water and took a long drink. "This doesnt' make any since." flipping through the journal, she frowned. "Oh and how useless, they've given me a book with something written in it already."

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silent_bob
2009-03-28 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Bob listened while she bumbled around the room at first then he heard, 'Bob,' which made him spring into action and head in through the glass door to take a look at what had got her so hot and bothered. A hand print, muddy and distinct sat on the counter. There were muddy footprints on the floor, too. She was right, someone had been here.

As he stood staring at the handprint he heard her continue lurking about. Then there was a yelp that made Bob jump up and away from the hand-orinted counter of doom. Just in time to see her shudder.

He watched as she flipped through the journal, used obviously. This place was awfully silly. Almost pointless. What the fuck was this all about.

Oooo, look, candybars.

For a moment Bob was distracted, then it was back to the matter at hand. Walking up next to her he looked at the journal she was holding, peeking at the pages. Yeah, that thing was fucked up.

It was all Bob could do to sigh and wish he had a fucking cigarette.

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mooninhereye
2009-03-28 11:08 pm UTC (link)

"This place is insane." She grumbled and pushed herself off of the counter. She made an effort to dust at the mud and grime on her pants, but couldn't do much about it.

"I need to find some shoes. And clothing. Real...clothing." She sighed, and looked at him. "Well, where there's a gas station, there must be a town...or something right? As long as that something isn't from the Texas Chain Saw Massacre I'm good. We can't just stay here."

Tossing the journal back in her box, she stuck the lid on and went to the door, standing just outside of it. She could see another large building across the street that looked like it belonged near a school, there were more buildings with in sight. With a sigh, she turned right.

"It's a good as any guess. Unless you have a bright idea on which direction to go?" Piper paused, before she started down the road.

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silent_bob
2009-03-28 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Bob nodded emphatically when Piper dubbed the place as insane. It was fucking insane. It had no power. What kind of place didn't have any fucking power? Weren't they living in the developed world? What the fuck is this shit?

To her notion of needing real clothing Bob could only shrug. She was cute in her PJ's - though, he could do with his jacket. This place was cold as fuck.

Reaching into the cooler to take up a warm as beer he popped the top before heading out the door behind her. No reason to let the brews go to waste. Reaching into his pocket he felt the need for a cig.

WHAT THE FUCK?

The temper tantrum went thermonuclear as he trudged down the rainy-ass street behind her. He'd lost both his lighter and his fucking cigs. Fuck.

Did he have a better idea as to where to go? Of course not. They weren't in fucking Jersey which meant his internal compass was useless and even if they were near an interstate the exit numbers would mean nothing to him.

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mooninhereye
2009-03-28 11:34 pm UTC (link)

Piper blinked as Bob's face twisted into unhappiness. She frowned, but wasn't quite sure what to do. "What's the matter?" she asked, crossing her arms.

He'd grabbed a beer, which honestly Piper would have done the same if it weren't for the fact she was fairly positive they were going to get out of here. As soon as her sisters found her. Leo, can't you hear me? Where are you? Sighing, she headed on.

They passed a small almost toy looking building. 'Post office' written above the red door. "See. This is just not good. This entire place is like one big heebeee-geebee giver."

They were coming up on another building, this time with a little porch and a sign that read 'thrift store' as they got closer. Just next to that was a large, building. It appeared to be an old movie theater.

Ignoring that building, piper headed into the Thrift store slowly, hands at the ready. But nothing greeted her. She slipped off Bob's jacket, and handed it back to him with a smile.

"Thanks for letting me use it."

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