26: [Action] Dazed and Confused
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dashboardlite[ Dean is only a little twitchy. He never really feels like he needs things, but right now he's lacking. Something. Something big. It's not starvation, because when he's hungry, he gets food. When he wants sex, he finds Cas. Dean doesn't get cravings because he's always well-fed.
But what he needs right now is people.
So Dean is wandering around the grounds for the most part, trying to locate the people he needs. He could be in the parlour, fixing a drink. He could be kicking at the edge of the hedge maze, contemplating going inside but unwilling to risk not being able to find his way out again without a bag of peanut M&Ms to leave as a trail guide. He could even be in the kitchen, trying (and failing) to cook something to keep his mind off of everything.
He's that restless.
Good luck. ]
But what he needs right now is people.
So Dean is wandering around the grounds for the most part, trying to locate the people he needs. He could be in the parlour, fixing a drink. He could be kicking at the edge of the hedge maze, contemplating going inside but unwilling to risk not being able to find his way out again without a bag of peanut M&Ms to leave as a trail guide. He could even be in the kitchen, trying (and failing) to cook something to keep his mind off of everything.
He's that restless.
Good luck. ]
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( action; ) <333333333333 ;w;
Date: 2011-08-26 01:01 am (UTC)[ Don't worry, Dean. The harpoon isn't aimed at you. It's aimed at the ceiling!
Okay, now it's fired into the ceiling. Russia starts tugging on the rope connected to the harpoon (I'm sure there's a technical term for this but FUCK IT IT'S ROPE), hard enough so that parts of the ceiling falls away and caves in.
Amidst the dust and ruin and "why the shit did he just do that," there is Dean's present:
It's a shark.
A shark just fell through the ceiling and is now thrashing wildly in the room.
Russia just takes a few steps back towards the window again, waving happily. ]
You are welcome!
( action; ) So they need to interact more often, yes.
Date: 2011-08-28 04:09 pm (UTC)[Dean exclaims in an incredibly put-together, eloquent manner as a motherfucking shark is yanked from the ceiling and onto the parlor floor. The force shakes the wood beneath his feet and he trips back, falling onto one of the coffee tables as the animal writhes around.]
The fuck, dude?!
[He scrambles off the table and over to the door, staring across the room to the window that the Russian just slipped out of.]
What the fuck?
[Yeah, definitely leaving now.
Never coming back.]
( action; ) awww yessss *w* AND ONE DAY I WILL NOT BE SLOW
Date: 2011-08-29 06:19 am (UTC)hateshas such an excitable reaction from his gift. It almost warms Russia's cold, dead heart. But it doesn't. Because it just fell out of his chest.He picks up up, carefully dusts it back off, and stuffs it back in his chest before calling after Dean. ]
Goodbye for now! Promise I shall not be a stranger!
[ And then he starts clamoring out the window because fuck doors, just fuck 'em. ]