somebody tryin&#39; just to stay alive

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There aren't any demons or ghosts here. ...At least, not right now, there aren't.

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[Ditto what Kurt's bracket said, only Santana's female, looks less like a 12 year old, and in a cheerleading uniform.]

Okay, are you crazy or just new?

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defiant-eye.livejournal.com

[ Make that three on the interest in brackets, because Elle figures a Desert Eagle is as good as it's going to get on this boring network. ]

Sorry, no demons or ghosts on the menu. And you just missed the dragon.

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[Perks up a little as the screen flickers to life, and Dean leans in to tap the lens again. He reclines in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.]

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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I don't know if I like this place if I don't know what's on the menu.

[He chews on his lower lip for a second, brow furrowing.]

...what dragon?

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[Appears even more interested by this particular video feed, and props one elbow on the table to smile at the camera.]

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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Congratulations, you're in Wonderland. [She sounds ever so excited about it, too. She straightens her ponytail, giving him a once-over. Or second-over, really.] It's a horrible place with no escape.

And I'm Santana.

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Wonderland?

[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?

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That's right. We're all stuck in this lame mansion and there's some total bitch Queen running things. Apparently. I've only been here a couple months.

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.]

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I'm Kurt Hummel. And no, it's more akin to the internet, since shortwave went out of technological fashion forever ago. You're being broadcast on a network right now.

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Your arsenal?

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A couple months? Jesus fuck, I don't have a couple of months. I've got less than one.

[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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[Nods at him.]

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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[Squint. So far this guy seems hot, but weird.]

Are you dying? Because I'm pretty sure people die here and come back. It's super confusing.

[She thinks. There's really not much around.] There's a kitchen, so yeah, there's food. And the closets are like, magic or something. That's pretty much all that's important.

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[He chews the inside of his cheek a bit before replying.]

I ain't dying, per se...I sold my - Why am I telling you this?

[Coughs, eyes darting to one side.]

...It doesn't really matter. Maybe later.

[Deciding to change the subject completely, he casts his usual winning smile at the cheerleader.]

I'm hungry. You wanna meet up for food?

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[How not suspicious of him at all!]

...I don't know. How do I know you're not actually crazy?

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[He shrugs, leaning back, giving her a few points for being cautious.]

You don't. I could spill my life story but you probably wouldn't believe me. My little bro's better at explaining everything, anyway. It's...complicated.

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[Yeah, she thinks he's kind of crazy. So far he seems like the harmless kind, though, so.] Whatever.

Promise you won't kill me, and sure, we'll meet up.

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Oh? Is hunting ghosts and demons a common past time where you're from?

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If only we'd had you around when we had zombies.

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[He suddenly wishes, very desperately, that he had a rosary and some water to consecrate, just in case.]

I'm not gonna kill you. I don't make a habit of killing people.

[Dean appears thoughtful, fiddling with the amulet around his neck again.]

There's other people on this frequency: a hot blonde with an eyepatch, and a kid with a high voice and a overly-manicured hair. Know 'em?

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It ain't the poster-child job, but someone's gotta do it.

[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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[And for the first time, Santana looks less than suspicious and more amused.]

No idea who the blonde is. But the other guy sounds like Kurt. [Figures that Kurt would find his way to one of the few attractive guys around. Irony? What irony?] Unless there are like, tons of other guys around here sucking helium.

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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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Yeah, Kurt! That's the one.

[Nods, rolling his shoulders.]

High voice and some sorta sweater with...I dunno, triangles on it. Whatever.

[Dean frowns, a little concerned.]

If we're hunting for a kitchen, should we find him first? He looks like fodder for things with teeth.

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[Oh god, hilarity. She laaaaughs for a second.]

Okay, all of the monsters and crap are gone. I did see a pink kitten around, but I think even Kurt could handle that. Besides, he doesn't eat. [Never mind that she barely does, either.]

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