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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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ballerinadreams
2009-05-29 10:44 pm UTC (link)

"Oh," Shannon replied sheepishly. Well, how was she supposed to know there was only two cans? It wasn't like she'd been there. Her eyes were downcast again and she remained quiet. If anyone who'd known her in the real world - especially Sabrina - could see her now, they'd be gaping. Shannon wasn't the type to keep her mouth shut, but now she felt stupid and being around the two brothers at the same time was awkward enough as it was, but adding the fact that she felt kind of like an idiot on top of it wasn't exactly appealing. She thought it was probably better just to shut up.

The sound of Sam prying the top off the can caught her attention and she looked up again, though, in time to see him sniff at it before - ew, oh my God; seriously?! - drinking the beans. Could this place be any more crude and disgusting? At least on the Island they'd hollowed out fruits and made makeshift bowls out of what random things they could find and clean out from the wreckage. This was ridiculous.

She tried, however, very hard not to grimace and even took the can from Sam. "Can't believe we actually have to do this," managed to slip out of her mouth before she could stop it and then she, too, literally drank beans straight from the can. She had to admit, at least, as she handed the can to Dean and chewed that it was kind of awesome to have something of actual sustenance that didn't contain ridiculous amounts of sugar.

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demonboyking
2009-06-01 09:44 pm UTC (link)

Sam looked up at Dean, confusion playing across his features. He recognized the tone, but that didn't mean he had to give into it. "Dean, you're going to need it if you're out there all by yourself. I'll find another weapon." He placed the knife on the ground between them and slid it over to this brother. "Take it."

Sam gave Shannon an amused smile when she said she couldn't believe they had to do this. Something told him he was used to things a lot better and finer than a can of beans. "Yummy, huh?" he asked, giving her a jokey grin.

He looked over at Dean. "There might be eating utensils somewhere. I know that one place had a household goods section, but I didn't think to look."

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vc_player_npc
2009-06-05 08:58 pm UTC (link)

Can in hand he kicked it back and had a swill. The beans and whatever it was they were in were delicious. Probably the most delicious thing the clone had ever tasted. Well, they were the only thing the clone had ever tasted. Though, he was pretty sure if he thought hard enough he could remember the taste of bacon cheeseburgers. Yeah. Damn right.

"Ah, who needs utensil's Sammy when we're eating cold beans?" the clone grinned, passing the can back to Sam. He'd had his fill.

Looking to the knife on the ground he rolled his eyes, ignoring it. He was going to be stubborn now. He wanted Sammy to have the weapon and Sam would have the weapon. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

"Hey, have either of you seen Doc about, by the way?" the Clone was starting to think it might be best for him to go - this kind of happiness couldn't go on forever, the experiences of the other him taught him that. He'd rather have them all go out on a high note.

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