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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
2009-06-09 02:00 pm UTC (link)
Lexie's laughter still hung in the corners of her lips as she tried with mixed results to try and focus on business. it was like a compulsion, to try and keep up the "I'm really a Doctor, I don't just play one on TV," composure when she had Dean talking about playboy bunnies and asking what he ought to do if his hands never worked again. She couldn't help it, her laughter coming outright as she pictured him in a maroon smoking jacket the same smile hanging around his eyes. It was a very funny; but very sweet picture.

"Lexie Grey, life coach," she smirked. Now that was a funny idea. Mostly because in Lexie's world things weren't dreams, they were goals. There were things she wanted to do, plans how she would do them, and then she would accomplish it. Perhaps that's why things with Dean were so disorienting for her. Lexie the planner was actively working against planning. She was actually working against what had been her practice: she knew where her relationships fell in her life until now. So, to kick back and let it all roll as she was now; it was simultaneously freeing and a bit uneasy.

"Well, you don't have to use your hands for everything," she looked up and caught his eyes, the look of a mischief maker taking over for dedicated doctor. Her head was back in their game; their banter, despite how she'd tried to reroute it into business where things were safe and defined. Dean was bringing out the best in her - the light hearted, carefree Alexandra Grey. Maybe that's why she kept finding herself feeling a bit jittery with her heart in her throat and wondering if she'd gone a bit too long without taking a breath. He made her self conscious, in a good way.

Forcing her eyes away from his she set his repaired hand down and took up the other in turn. "Looks like your right hand made it through a bit better," she took up the tweezers and carefully plucked the remaining half dozen or so splinters, taking a moment to inspect his palm one last time. Maybe she was just looking for reasons to hold on.

"All patched up, fluting and groping here you come."

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