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

Entry tags:

!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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[[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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