Lisa Braeden (bendyweekend) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-28 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dean winchester, character: lisa braeden |
Come on teacher, tell me what's my lesson.
Who: Dean and Lisa
What: Lisa's not being herself again
Where: The Playground (and surrounding area)
When: Wednesday afternoon/evening
Warnings: Language, maybe some mild violence, creepy creepiness.
Status: Ongoing
The Marrowood playground wasn't any place for children anymore. The only kids that occupied it now were the two little girls with soulless, staring eyes swinging opposite each other on the swingset. Everything else was abandoned- dirty, rusted, and sharp. Litter could be found in the grass, things like burned down candles, razor blade handles, used needles, condom wrappers and everything else that could be considered unsavory.
Also, one discarded Sleepy Hollow-issued network phone, laying a foot from the sidewalk like it'd been dropped. Or thrown.
There was one other occupant of the playground that afternoon, but her face didn't match the mind that was operating it. To anyone else, Lisa Braeden, dressed in the boy-short underwear and threadbare tank top she'd fallen asleep in, was huddled like a terrified puppy in the shelter under the rusted slide. Shuddering, muttering, and crying in that way one does when trying to remain as quiet as humanly possible.