InsaneJournal

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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-08 21:48:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 18, dean winchester, location: library, open

Management Thread: 8:00AM, Library
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: The Library
When: 8:00AM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up

Cracking his knuckles, the Management approached the building affectionately known as the library. He'd always had a fondness for books, what they stood for, the collection of facts contained therein.

He breathed in the musty smell, happy. Content. It was a good day to be him.

The Management looked up, seeing the sun rising above.

Check your watches, kiddies, the Management is here and they're here to stay.

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hellsboy
2009-08-09 02:51 am UTC (link)

Dean was done with this shit and he needed the damned journal to keep in contact so the fact it'd been disabled pending survey submission had him pissed as hell. He'd gotten on his boots the second he'd finished his survey and stormed out of the gym. He'd been sleeping in Lexie's little room, on her cot, with a blanket that smelled like nothing but he imagined it smelled like her. He'd spent the night in a restless and frustrated dream state. So awakening to the little gift by management had been maddening.

With all his strength, Dean slammed into the library, creating as much noise as he could with the door and knocking several books off the shelves with his elbows as he made his way where the unknown, but decidedly official-looking, bastard stood. Without a word and without ceremony, he shoved the journal he'd been given when he'd first arrived into the man's chest. Survey was complete, asshole. Take a look.

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teh_management
2009-08-09 03:26 pm UTC (link)

Now, now, now, this wouldn't do at all. The Management had heard Dean coming in a mile away and he had been prepared for an overt attack. He would give him one chance to approach and only one. After that, Mr Winchester wouldn't like the side effects at all.

The Management quickly stepped back before the force of impact, taking the journal from Dean. "Ah, pleasure to see you so early in the morning," he said, giving Dean a smile and a nod. "I trust you had a pleasant sleep?"

He opened the journal, carefully ripping the page out that had the survey, then skimmed Dean's answers quickly.

"Well, it seems you have some issue with us, would that be correct?"

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hellsboy
2009-08-09 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Dean didn't care if he hit the guy with his journal or not and almost appreciated the way in which the dude managed to avoid being smacked square in the chest with Dean's journal. Almost. He stood there watching the ass act like this was the line at the DMV and Dean was first in line on a particularly pleasant Friday morning. It was an irritant but Dean had registered his annoyance already. They got nothing more from him.

"You're a genius, aren't you?" he asked in a rhetorical monotone.

Whether or not he was aware that his body language spoke as loudly as he could have if he'd decided to scream, he was standing back with his arms folded across his chest. His expression was petulant at best but he said nothing more. Waiting for the journal to be returned to him.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-08-12 03:44 pm UTC (link)

Illyana stalked up to the library, trying to keep her temper reigned in, at least for now. The survey was a joke, she was sure, but she'd figured out by now that she had to at least play along. After all, it would get her at least a little bit of one-on-one time with the people in charge. And she wanted to talk to them about what they'd done to her.

She'd chosen the library over the carnival for the sole reason that the library at least still had parts of its roof intact, whereas the carnival was completely open to the elements. The rain wasn't that big a deal, yet, but she didn't want her journal to get too wet. She took the steps two at a time and hurried inside, taking a deep breath just before she crossed the threshold. She was a New Mutant, dammit. She could keep her temper for five minutes. There were still a few trees she hadn't blasted, after all, for when she was done.

Spying the man in the suit, she squared her shoulders and walked over to him, forcing herself to not lunge at him and attempt to rip out his throat. Part of her dearly wanted to. Instead, she smiled, cold and polite. "You're brave, coming down here," she said, the smile widening just slightly. She held her journal out for the man to take.

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