Gretel (_gretel) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-08-28 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gretel, character: hansel, character: sam winchester |
Darling, never settle.
Who: Hansel and Gretel (and later, Sam)
What: Talks about the town, making sharp things
Where: Their makeshift munitions factory (the house they haven't burned down yet)
When: Thursday morning
Rating: Language
Status: Ongoing
Gretel sighed in the way that she always did when she didn't want people to know she sighed. Her lips were pressed too tightly together, with one corner tugged into it's cheek, and despite how quiet the breath that came from her nose, it still flared her nostrils. Frustration, if subdued. She put the crossbow back on her lap and unlatched the hold securing the newest arrow.
"This one's warped, too." Plucking it from it's groove in the weapon, she dropped it on the pile of rejects on the floor.
"What good is the future if they don't have a replacement for a decent fucking forge in every town," she groused, picking up the next arrow in line.