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skipped3rdgrade ([info]skipped3rdgrade) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-16 22:24:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 15, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 15: Gym, 4:23 PM

Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Catching up
Where: The Gym
When: Day 15, Afternoon
Rating: PG to start

Status: Complete

People had disappeared again. They'd disappeared and those who were left went to a party and pigged out as if nothing was wrong. They'd eaten and drank and then went home and had their naps as if nothing had happened at all in the middle of this insane place called Vas Captio. Lexie sighed, she was back in her room, with her knees pulled to her chest and staring at her journal, willing more people to count themselves as present on Sam's all call for people. Dean was listed there; but, she hadn't seen anything else in there from him aside from that he'd turn up. Didn't he realize that it made her nervous when anyone disappeared. When people went missing they didn't usually come back.

Sighing she reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of water. Cracking it open she forced herself to take a drink. It was so quiet in the gym she could hear her own heartbeat. She could swear she could hear all the way to the main doors. She was listening. "C'mon, Dean," she urged. Nothing.

Closing her journal and setting it and the bottle on the small table she'd made as a night stand she curled up, wrapping herself in a blanket. No Dean. No Elliot. No Andy. She felt very, very alone right then.


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[info]skipped3rdgrade
2009-07-17 03:21 am UTC (link)
She could feel him, slowly moving closer. It was like it was a fight for him to do so - and this wasn't something she easily understood. Her hand was slow at the back of his neck, making gentle circles there in his hair. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong. She could see it. And when he started and stopped she could hear it. Something had happened and it hadn't been good.

His words were sweet and they made her smile, eyes dropping to the space between them. Whatever had happened, he was still in there, wasn't he? "You missed a party, seriously. With food. Lots of food... And a sign saying 'welcome survivors.' That red-eyed guy got drunk..." She smiled a little, looking up to catch his eyes.

"I'm glad you're here." And she was. Her fingers found his hand and gently twined with his. He didn't have to talk if he didn't want to; but, she was here, ready to listen if he did. "You did miss out on cold beer, though."

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