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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
2009-08-09 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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