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skipped3rdgrade ([info]skipped3rdgrade) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-04 23:37:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 09, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 9: Afternoon
Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Splinters. (Dude, who does Dean think he's kidding?)
Where: The Gym
When: Day 9, Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

From the time that Lexie had found herself on her own in the gym again she had set herself to work. Something had clicked in Lexie's brain - something that would not allow her to remain still - she needed to do something, needed to keep her focus off of where she was and what she was feeling. The best way to accomplish this? Clean.

The exam area was whiped down and the muddied footprints that had trailed from the door to the tables and back again were mopped up off of the hardwood with ease. These actions kept her busy only a short time and soon enough she was back on the prowl,looking for ways to keep her mind busy. Peeking into one of the doors that lead off into a darkened hallway, Lexie realized that there might be a room back there she could call her own. Overcoming fear she stepped into the dark, littered hallway. Turning to the first door on her right she found a janitor's closet. Continuing to the next it was a hallway that lead to the locker rooms.

Pushing open the next door, Lexie found what had probably once been a small store of sorts - perhaps where tickets or concessions had been sold from. The door was one of those half ones with a little ledge that hung off like a counter. The room beyond the door, barely six foot square was just what she was looking for. A room with a door that had a latch. She could lock herself in at night. Looking up at the ceiling she spied the current source of light - a long, skinny window. "At least nobody will come climbing through it," she remarked, feeling quite self satisfied.

Propping open the door with a hunk of folded cardboard she set her attention back to moving her things from the main room to this tiny little alcove all her own. She could nest in there. She could feel safe in there. Lexie Grey had finally found her own space. Weevils, clones, waking up naked - it didn't matter she'd managed a safehouse.

Stacking the couch cushions and her blankets and her sweatshirt and her food Lexie tried to pick up the entire load at once. She knew immediately this was a bad, bad idea. First thing to go: a can of pears. Next thing to go her sneakers. Finally the whole load tipped and Lexie was left standing in a pile of everything she owned in Vas. It wasn't much but it was hers.

"Great," she groaned, bending over to try and put everything back into some semblance of order. "I guess I'm going to have to do more than one trip," she sighed.

At least she had a place. Finally.


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[info]skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 11:18 am UTC (link)
"Who says my conscience would stop me? I think I'd feel compelled to make out with you if I'd singlehandedly ruined your life." Her voice was serious sounding though her face harbored a laughter behind her eyes.

"When you grin like that I feel like I know exactly what you looked like when you were twelve." He sort of looked like he was probably the kid who was shooting rubber bands or giving wet willies or trying to stack everyone's pencil cases as high as to see if he could do it. "Sorry," she said quietly with each quick intake of breath and accompanying hiss. She couldn't imagine the whole thing felt very good - but, at least he'd be able to get back to his adventures, right?

There were a quick series of plucks and finally just one more deeply imbedded spinter to get to. She set down the tweezers and looked up, "I'm not even going to kid, this is going to suck," she took up the needle and started carefully digging until the splinter finally came loose and she brushed it away with her fingertip. "Not so bad, I hope," she set aside the needle, taking a second to inspect his hand. It was red, but splinter free.

Despite the fact that she currently held his hand in her own, it didn't seem like enough. She couldn't help that she was naturally tactile - it was just something that came naturally. Unconsciouly, she licked her lips before they slid into a lazy smile.

Lexie had worked very, very hard at not thinking about Dean. When she had been cornered by that clone? She'd been so apt to take refuge with Logan because she didn't want her mind flitting off to Dean. When she'd been threatened by that bunch of scribbles? Then, too she just turned inward. She didn't want him to turn into George. She didn't want to make things any more than what they already were. What were they? They were two people who were enjoying having a refuge from the craziness of this place, that's what. Lexie knew she didn't need to go screwing that up with being attached and girly. He didn't need that.

Lexie had seen and noticed the way it seemed that Dean took care of just about everyone, especially the girls. He came running when they called (and even when they didn't) and in her mind while that marked him as a good guy, it was also a flag that he probably didn't need another girl clinging on for dear life; and besides, after the disaster with George, Lexie wasn't feeling too willing to grab on to anybody just yet. Or, at least that's what she told herself.

"Band camp? I knew you were a flute player," she sqeezed his hand between her own and laughed. The mental image alone was priceless.

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