01: [Voice -> Video] Carry On Wayward Son
Oct. 30th, 2010 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardlite[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]
C'mon, you fucker. Jesus, you- Okay. There. God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.
[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the camera. He's ruggedly good-looking, albeit a little angry at present with the set jaw and furrowed brow. He narrows green eyes at the lens and prods it experimentally before shuffling to one side and scraping a chair across the floor to the table, settling on it and propping his feet up before speaking.]
No goddamn clue where I am.
[He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.]
'M in a room, in a house, and Sammy if you get this broadcast you come and find me, you hear? For all I know it's the freakin' trickster again tryin' to screw around with me, and this time I don't wanna die chokin' on a taco or getting a desk dropped on my sexy head.
[The man glares at the camera before digging into his leather jacket, pulling out an IMI Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol and checking the weight and munitions cartridge. Prying one of the bullets out, he holds it up to the camera briefly.]
See that? Wrought iron.
[Looks rather pleased with himself as he replaces it in its case and reloads the gun.]
If any demons or ghosts come around lookin' for me I'll be ready.
[Quirks a little smile at the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and fingering the amulet around his neck, lost in thought for a moment before mumbling hoarsely.]
...you gotta find me, Sammy. S'not like I had much time left, anyway.
[He reaches over, and there are a few seconds of muffled, bumping noises before he hits the switch and the screen goes black.]
C'mon, you fucker. Jesus, you- Okay. There. God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.
[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the camera. He's ruggedly good-looking, albeit a little angry at present with the set jaw and furrowed brow. He narrows green eyes at the lens and prods it experimentally before shuffling to one side and scraping a chair across the floor to the table, settling on it and propping his feet up before speaking.]
No goddamn clue where I am.
[He groans, rubbing the back of his neck.]
'M in a room, in a house, and Sammy if you get this broadcast you come and find me, you hear? For all I know it's the freakin' trickster again tryin' to screw around with me, and this time I don't wanna die chokin' on a taco or getting a desk dropped on my sexy head.
[The man glares at the camera before digging into his leather jacket, pulling out an IMI Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol and checking the weight and munitions cartridge. Prying one of the bullets out, he holds it up to the camera briefly.]
See that? Wrought iron.
[Looks rather pleased with himself as he replaces it in its case and reloads the gun.]
If any demons or ghosts come around lookin' for me I'll be ready.
[Quirks a little smile at the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and fingering the amulet around his neck, lost in thought for a moment before mumbling hoarsely.]
...you gotta find me, Sammy. S'not like I had much time left, anyway.
[He reaches over, and there are a few seconds of muffled, bumping noises before he hits the switch and the screen goes black.]
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Date: 2010-10-30 07:59 pm (UTC)There aren't any demons or ghosts here. ...At least, not right now, there aren't.
Re: Video
Date: 2010-10-30 10:30 pm (UTC)What is this, shortwave links?
[Appears to fiddle with something above the camera for a moment before retreating and looking at the screen again, contemplating the boy.]
Okay...no demons or ghosts, s'a relief since I ain't got my arsenal with me. Who are you, kid?
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Date: 2010-10-30 11:13 pm (UTC)[]
Your arsenal?
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Date: 2010-10-30 11:22 pm (UTC)Name's Dean Winchester. And yeah, my arsenal.
[He grins, looking a little nostalgic.]
I...uh. I hunt. Gotta be prepared for anything and everything.
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Date: 2010-10-30 11:50 pm (UTC)[]
If only we'd had you around when we had zombies.
Video
Date: 2010-10-31 12:00 am (UTC)[He shrugs, scratching his jaw and raising his eyebrows at the second remark.]
Zombies? Damn, I woulda killed to get my hands on some of them. Keeping a low profile's been Hell, lately.
[Scrutinizes the other carefully.]
Y'know, Kurt, you sure are accepting of this fact compared to the cheerleader girl I'm talkin' to on the other line. Most people think my brother and I are crazy until they actually see the shit we fight.
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Date: 2010-10-31 12:10 am (UTC)There have been weirder things here. I've run into characters here that I would have sworn were just cartoons a few months ago. And who am I to deny that ghosts and demons exist here when there were zombies at one point? And there was a Jabberwocky here just last week, apparently.
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Santana should probably be aware of this by now too. It's entirely possible that she's just being a bitch. Don't let her bother you too much. [.] Girls can be such a hassle.
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Date: 2010-10-30 08:09 pm (UTC)Okay, are you crazy or just new?
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Date: 2010-10-30 10:42 pm (UTC)S'funny, lady. And I'm not crazy, but I am new.
[He quirks an eyebrow.]
You wanna enlighten me and tell me what's goin' on here, or at least introduce yourself? Name's Dean Winchester.
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Date: 2010-10-30 10:48 pm (UTC)And I'm Santana.
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Date: 2010-10-30 10:59 pm (UTC)[He snorts.]
Right. Like the "Alice in Wonderland" Wonderland? 'Cause I ain't seen a rabbit yet, Santana.
[Dean's eyebrows runkle for a second, then he smirks.]
...are you wearing a cheerleading uniform?
[Video]
Date: 2010-10-30 11:10 pm (UTC)And I'm glad your eyes work. Yeah, it's a uniform. [She actually is a little glad - after being called a prostitute for lack of clothing, at least someone recognizes what a cheerleader is. Stupid Wonderland.]
[Video]
Date: 2010-10-30 11:19 pm (UTC)[He groans, rubbing his temples for a second before looking back at the screen.]
...so what the Hell is around here? There's gotta be food...damn, I'd kill for some pie...
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Date: 2010-10-30 09:24 pm (UTC)Sorry, no demons or ghosts on the menu. And you just missed the dragon.
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Date: 2010-10-30 10:37 pm (UTC)[He chews on his lower lip for a second, brow furrowing.]
...what dragon?
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Date: 2010-10-31 08:23 am (UTC)Who's Sammy?
[video]
Date: 2010-10-31 02:36 pm (UTC)[He frowns at the screen a little before answering the second question.]
...Sam's my brother. I don't even know if he's here or not.
[video]
Date: 2010-11-01 05:36 am (UTC)But speaking of weapons... ]
Lack of weapons? Try the closets. Give you anything you need.
[ She pauses for a moment. ]
Almost anything.
[video]
Date: 2010-11-01 05:43 am (UTC)[He sounds vaguely incredulous. But, then again, he's experienced worse things. He's seen worse things. Hell, he's going to Hell itself, soon. Why not go down swinging?]
Thanks for the tip, and- [Dean stops, smiling a little.] I'm Dean Winchester. Who're you?
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Date: 2010-10-31 02:24 pm (UTC)[Video of being late forever again]
Date: 2010-11-04 12:32 am (UTC)...yeah. Bullets are wrought iron. You worried or somethin', buddy?
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Date: 2010-11-17 02:47 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-11-17 02:55 am (UTC)...bits of metal that you shoot at dicks who wanna hurt you.
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Date: 2010-11-17 03:09 am (UTC)[He's not sure what that one strange word is but...]
I-Is it some sort of magic?
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Date: 2010-11-24 05:43 am (UTC)[He shrugs.]
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