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

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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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[info]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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