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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-23 16:46:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 16, dean winchester, elliot reid, location: thrift store

Who: Elliot Reid and OTA
What: Shoe Shopping
Where: The Thrift Shop
When: Day 16, Late Morning
Rating: PG
Status: Active

Elliot had been disappointed to read in the journals that Andy wouldn't be coming back to the church, though that had more to do with the fact that she suddenly found this place to be the creepiest place alive rather than her missing out on the breakfast he'd promised to bring back. Still, it seemed less scary in the daylight.

Or it had been until she'd sat up on her pew to find the picture of Sacred Heart sans her. She'd stared at the picture for a long time, running her fingers over the faces of her friends. JD, Turk, Carla, Dr. Cox, Janitor, even Dr. Kelso. What she wouldn't give to see any of them right now. She didn't cry, though she could feel loneliness and homesickness building in her stomach as she'd forced herself to move out the church doors and towards the Thrift Shop, the picture folded and tucked into her jacket pocket.

The sun was warm and she shrugged off her jacket half way there, throwing it over her arm as she walked. She didn't run into anyone on the way and for a moment she was scared that somehow the people in charge had wiped out everyone else, leaving her alone, but then she opened her journal and read the entries there. When she reached the Thrift Shop she pushed open the doors and started looking around for another pair of shoes. While she was at it, she could use some more clothes.

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hellsboy
2009-07-24 04:12 am UTC (link)

Dean turned off the engine of the Impala and stepped out. The radio still blared and he sighed, shaking his head. There was something so wrong with this backdoor gift but he couldn't put his finger on it. He knew though that he should save some gas and the best place to leave the car seemed to be here near the Thrift Shoppe. There was a back street with no buildings on it across from the store. It didn't seem likely anyone would bother it there and he could work on her in peace.

Except what he needed were a few tools he thought he'd seen in the shop the last time he'd been there with Tonks. Slamming the door he started walking toward the shop with a slightly annoyed glance over his shoulder at the screaming vocals issuing from the radio. If he had to hear more stupid men crooning in girlish voices about taking someone's mama out all night his head might just explode.

Picking up the pace, Dean jogged up to the door, listening to the bell above it tinkle as he entered. The flash of blonde hair in the racks made his heart stop. Luna? But she was dead, wasn't she? He followed her silently, wanting to see a glimpse of her face, inform his mind that he had been given the wrong information. Luna wasn't dead. She couldn't be. He smiled as he caught sight of the hair again and reached out to touch her shoulder. "Where have you been?" he asked with a chuckle that stopped with a sudden suck of air, the smile frozen on his face.

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frickonastick
2009-07-29 03:41 am UTC (link)

Elliot hadn't heard the door open and so the sudden weight of Dean's hand on her shoulder caused her to scream and whirl around. She was still feeling jumpy from the previous day's experiment and the shock of finding herself suddenly not alone had caught her off guard.

She blinked at him, trying to register the blank smile he was giving her and trying to decipher the words he'd said right before she'd screamed. "Sorry," she said, lowering the hand that had shot up to her chest. "You scared the crap out of me."

She bent down to pick up the jacket that had fallen to the ground. "Oh, you know being kidnapped and stuck in glass boxes to be suffocated then being blinded and stuck in rooms with fires in the corner." She straightened up and looked at him. "Nothing unusual. You?"

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hellsboy
2009-07-29 03:54 am UTC (link)

"Oh," he started and almost told her that he'd been expecting to see Luna when she turned around. Except he couldn't tell her that. It wasn't fair and so he smiled as neutrally as he could manage.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He reached out and touched her shoulder, both steadying himself and her with that touch. He let his hand fall away and attempted to look more in the moment with her in spite of the montage of memories he was suffering over Luna. Beers and pixie sticks. Looking at stupid clothes and leprechauns.

Dean's brows furrowed along with the memories and then the furrow deepened when she continued to talk. "Suffocated and blinded? That's not usual..." he said and frowned. He refused to think about what they'd done to him but he was concerned for her. "Are you okay?"

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frickonastick
2009-07-29 08:51 pm UTC (link)

"It's okay," Elliot said, quickly. "I'm just a little jumpy, that's all. It's not your fault." He reached out and touched her shoulder and she forced herself to let out a deep breath to relax. She couldn't be afraid of every noise or shadow. No matter what they'd done to her.

She looked at him and thought she could see a weariness in his eyes that hadn't been there the last time she'd seen him after the earthquake. He looked older, more worn down, even though on the surface he looked much better than he had when he'd been before her with broken hands and ribs.

"Not really," she admitted, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "But I'm alive and unhurt, at least physically." She looked down at her feet. "I still can't believe it happened. I mean...stuff like that just doesn't happen. Not outside of movies or...it doesn't happen."

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hellsboy
2009-08-02 02:06 am UTC (link)

Dean nodded when she explained about being jumpy. If he weren't as numb as he was he might have been jumpy too. At this point though he was so worn down that he didn't care enough to be jumpy. Let someone sneak up on him. Let them try to take him again. It didn't matter. He couldn't care enough right then or else he'd end up caring too much.

Pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he tried to think of something to say to comfort or reassure her but there didn't seem to be anything right or even honest that he could say. He could lie but they'd both know it wasn't the truth. He nodded again. "Alive and unhurt is good. Alive and unhurt is very good." His eyes flitted to the clothes around them and then back to her face.

"Alive and unhurt means you can shop here in the world's worst clothing store with clothes like this," he said and pulled a fuschia and orange pin-striped blouse from the rack. "Matches your eyes," he said with a faint smile. Was he trying to make her laugh? Again it was like autopilot but it was a lot better than being morbid and morose, wasn't it?

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frickonastick
2009-08-03 07:35 am UTC (link)

She gave him a small forced smile, her eyes still looking over his face and trying to pin point the difference in it. There was something missing that had been there before. It made her uneasy and sad all at once.

A small laugh escaped her lips when he said that she could now shop at the world's worst clothing store. She smiled at him, this time genuinely and raised her eyebrows to examine the blouse he'd pulled.

"Oh, God," she said, reaching out and touching the flashy fabric. "That's...terrible." She looked up at him. "I'm pretty sure the only person who would even think about wearing that would be a color blind clown."

She reached out and took the blouse from him. "But if you say it matches my eyes..." She gave him another smile, then deliberately turned her attention to the rack as she started looking for other shirts. "What about you?" She asked, not looking up. "Are you okay?"

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hellsboy
2009-08-09 11:06 pm UTC (link)

When she mentioned the color blind clown, Dean chuckled slightly. His thoughts flickered back to Sam and his phobia of clowns. He wondered if Sam avoided this thrift shoppe, all things considered. Which was a strange tangent for his thoughts to slide down so he brought them back to her again with a nod and a half smile.

"Your eyes are much prettier," he admitted though his tone was definitely not flirtatious the way it had been when they'd first met. It was purely a statement and perhaps it was reassuring. At least that was what he hoped somewhere in the corner of his mind that was still functioning on hero mode.

"No, I'm not okay. But I'm alive and unhurt. Physically at least. Which is all that counts in this messed up place, right?" He shot her a broader smile and shoved his hands down into his pockets again. "Luna died though. I guess even the most heroic of priests can't save them all, hm?" Oh good old gallows humor. Was he really making jokes about death? It was either joke or cry, he supposed so he'd rather joke.

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