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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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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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