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vc_player_npc ([info]vc_player_npc) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-16 22:03:00

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Current location:The Museum
Current mood: chipper
Entry tags:!complete, day 08, location: museum, npc, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day 8: clone!Dean brings lunch
Who: clone!Dean, Shannon, and Sam
What: clone!Dean is being thoughtful
Where: He dares enter the museum
When: Mid-day, day eight
Rating: PG?

Status: Complete

So, was it normal to feel like you ought to be doing something important. Something really important. Something important like breathing. Important like blinking. Dean.2 was having a hard time with this inner drive to go do something and it made him restless. He'd started off in the big house outside of town where he'd compulsively collected some of the cans, using his jacket like a sack. He knew he should hate to be seen in the pink sweatshirt; but, he kind of enjoyed it.

It hadn't been too long a walk from the house to the museum where he knew he'd find a whole ton of people. It was like the place had turned into Mecca or something.

Pushing open the door Dean.2 looked around with a wide grin. "Honey, I'm home!" he called, hoping he'd see people come out of the woodwork sooner or later, he was feeling sort of lonely. "Oh, and I've got some eats."


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[info]vc_player_npc
2009-05-20 08:47 am UTC (link)
Yeah, he thought, the guy with the bum leg.

Could-Be-Dean had to resist the urge to rub his forehead at his obvious faux pas. He just wanted things to be, well, perfect. Or, at least, as perfect as they could be in this fucked up situation. He had people to take care of and things to do to make him feel useful; it seemed like a pretty not-so-bad situation to him. Really, it wasn't so bad, was it? Instead he shrugged. He knew he would never admit to being off his game; so right now not!Dean wouldn't either.

"At least one of us is thinking..." the clone muttered, taking up the sculpture as Sam handed it off, sort of surprised by it's weight.

With care he positioned the sculpture and was pretty ready to let it drop. He thought a moment - would the other him screw this up? Well, he supposed that was the difference between him and the other him -- he wasn't going to do anything to Sam, even if the guy had put shit in the other him's hand.

Letting the Statue fall onto the knife with a satisfying pop the can was breached. "Houston, we have beans."

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