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Tweak says, "keep it"

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

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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ballerinadreams
2009-05-26 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Rather than continue to argue her case, Shannon cocked her eyebrows once and looked away. If Sam thought that the guy with the bum leg was a good watch dog for something as important as food, she probably wasn't going to be able to persuade him otherwise. Especially if Andy was his friend. Pointless to try; it wasn't like Shannon had any pull, anyway really. Not in this place and not anywhere. Better to look pretty and keep her mouth shut, she supposed.

Her eyes moved to Dean when he mentioned that the doctor had stitched Andy up with dental floss and she cringed slightly. She had to wonder if that would be as sharp on the skin of someone's leg as it was on her gums when she used it. "Gross..." she murmured more to herself than to either of the brothers. The thought made her shudder slightly as she watched Dean bring the statue down again on the hilt of the knife.

Dean mentioned the expired stamp and she frowned. The idea of that still creeped her out because they still didn't know what it was supposed to mean. "Maybe you just miscounted your inventory then?" she suggested, raising her eyebrows slightly. If there were no tracks in the snow, how was it possible for anyone to take anything? Even if it was the people who ran the show here, people left tracks.

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demonboyking
2009-05-29 10:55 am UTC (link)

Sam didn't miss the look Shannon gave him, but was relieved when she didn't press for any more explanation. He shook his head as Dean commented on the dental floss, a small smile playing across his lips at his brother's incredulous tone. "I know, but it's pretty smart too. Probably more sterile than a piece of thread, at least."

Sam also frowned at the mention of the mysterious tattoo. He'd been worried about the meaning of it from the moment Dean had shown him. "Yeah, but the snow was coming down pretty hard, maybe the tracks got covered." He looked up at Dean. "I don't know, but you having the knife out there with you will make me feel better."

The knife made a clean cut through the lid, intersecting with the other. Sam used the hilt of the knife to force the "v" back and then sniffed it tentatively. He didn't think beans would ever smell as good as they did right then. They didn't exactly have any eating utensils, and after a moment he lifted the can up to his mouth and took a drink, chewing slowly.

He looked at Shannon and Dean thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. "I think it's okay," he said with a small shrug. To be honest, he was so hungry there wasn't much that wouldn't have been okay. He held the can out to Shannon.

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vc_player_npc
2009-05-29 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Not Dean caught the tail end of Sam's frown and it made him wish he'd not said anything at all about it. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable - it was a joke! "I don't want the knife, Sammy," the clone responded in a tone that indicated no further discussion of the subject was necessary. "It's kind of hard to miscount to two," his tone was light as he responded to Shannon. Even he could count to two.

Sam kicked back the can nearly as soon as he'd managed to open it. The clone was satisfied then that he'd done his good deed for the day - he'd taken care of Sam. Good shit. He was pretty good at this big brother stuff after all. The can was passed to Shannon and again the clone felt useful. He'd done something nice for Shannon - who deserved something nice for a change. Clone 2 : Original 0. This score was getting better and better.

Clone Dean could smell the beans from where he was standing and his stomach was grumbling with hunger. That was different.

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