20: [Video/Action] Open Arms
Feb. 28th, 2011 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardliteDean is slumped in one of the easy chairs in his room, seemingly completely oblivious to the camera he's left on the bedside table. It's at enough of an angle that half his face is obscured by the shadows in the dimly-lit room, and the only sources of illumination are the floor lamp off in the far corner, and the soft electric glow of the radio's face.
The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.
Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be. Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.
He knows he should be happier. His brother is here. Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.
But everyone has those days, right?
Right?
The only thing it's been playing today are Journey's greatest hits, but it's been stuck on a loop of Faithfully and Open Arms, which made Dean think, and thinking is always a bad idea when he's convinced that he's fucked up almost every close friendship - or relationship - he's had with anyone since coming here.
Dean is starting to see a pattern, and if the expression of grim pain on his face isn't enough of a giveaway that something is wrong, then the beer bottle dangling from his fingertips over the left arm of the chair ought to be. Reaching down, he tugs off one of his heavy biker boots and chucks it at the radio, which clatters to the floor and fizzles out of whatever reception it was getting.
He knows he should be happier. His brother is here. Sam, Sasquatch that he is, is here - albeit older - the the guilt he feels over moping when he should be catching up with Sam is...really awful, actually.
But everyone has those days, right?
Right?
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Date: 2011-03-23 02:49 am (UTC)The only place I can think of are the stables and I doubt the real horses would want a mechanical companion.
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:13 am (UTC)[WHY MUST EVERYTHING FOIL HIS PLANS TO BUILD A SEXY CAR?]
They got a field, they can graze, or...do whatever horses do.
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Date: 2011-03-23 01:58 pm (UTC)[ FOAL HIS PLANS YOU SAY?
No. Wait.
There is an issue here. Pondering, pondering... ]
Tell you what, I'll just have a look around the grounds, maybe I'll find something.
[ It's not like he's got anything particularly exciting or urgent to do at the moment. ]
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:01 pm (UTC)[ALAS, FOALED AGAIN.]
Lemme know if you see anything. [There are a few muffled noises as Dean disappears from the frame, only to return with a pencil and a notepad.]
I'll start makin' a list of everything we'll need.
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Date: 2011-03-25 01:05 am (UTC)[ Will take a while too, looking at his upcoming schedule of getting drunk, being chased by his shadow self, drugging up, coming down and scoring a first class beating.
Of course Philip is less than informed about his gloomy future, so he mentally prepares to fulfil said task with much enthusiasm. ]
Talk to you later!
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Date: 2011-03-25 01:36 am (UTC)[Dean gives a little salute and a smile, and turns off the communicator.]