29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep
Oct. 28th, 2011 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dashboardliteHe types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.
It feels to wrong to just...jusssssssssst just sit around. Waiting. Waiting. People to see. Places to go. Rooms to visit. The hallways are filthy with the promising stench of blood, so much blood he can taste it. I'm not gonna hurt you, no, no, I'd never, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, sweetheart, just hold sti-
He switches the radio on, clears his throat, and becomes the dull boy.
"Hey! There anyone out there? It's Dean." He sighs, careful not to oversell the act. "The hallways are pretty tricked out, and I got a feeling that none of this is gonna end well for any of us since it ain't like we've got any clues yet. I'm thinkin' we oughta stick together to stay safe. If anybody needs help, radio me. I've dealt with almost everything, so we might as well be prepared."
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
"Over and out."
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Date: 2011-10-28 03:28 pm (UTC)Look up! Look down! Where is he now? Dean is in the foyer, looking (as usual) mostly intimidating with his duffel bag of goodies.]
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Date: 2011-10-28 03:38 pm (UTC)Good evening.
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Date: 2011-10-28 04:17 pm (UTC)Hello, Clarice.
[He grins.]
You look different. Get your hair done, maybe?
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Date: 2011-10-28 04:45 pm (UTC)[He takes a step closer, slow, graceful, purposeful.]
Oh? I wonder... what could it be...
[...Has his smile always been quite that creepy?]
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Date: 2011-10-28 04:58 pm (UTC)[Dean's crooked grin is looking more feral by the second.]
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:03 pm (UTC)A game... is it?
But you know... there have always been monsters among us.
[Is he referring to the wolves? To the literal monsters? To mononoke specifically? Anyone's guess.]
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:07 pm (UTC)[Also the voices. They tell him things, too.]
I make a living outta monsters. I wanna play.
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:16 pm (UTC)[He steps closer again, the swish of silk and the chime of bells whispering in his wake. Something in his mind is urging him on. His smile is warm, sharp, dark.]
Then is this... your type of game?
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:26 pm (UTC)This is my kind of game.
[He'd wink if he wasn't missing an eye.]
I need a partner.
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Date: 2011-10-28 05:33 pm (UTC)[He isn't prey. He doesn't move like prey, talk like prey, think like prey, and whatever reasons he has for tracking down the rabbits, something in him understands that, respects it.]
Then I am... at your service.
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Date: 2011-10-28 08:38 pm (UTC)[And you thought his grin couldn't get any wider!]
How d'you plan on doin' anything with your sharp-'n-pointy cut off?
[Dean nods to the Medicine Seller's sword, because he's pretty sure that it doesn't work unless it knows all the info. They don't have time for that. There are things to hunt.]
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Date: 2011-10-28 11:00 pm (UTC)However... I am capable of using other weapons. If one can be found.
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Date: 2011-10-29 01:04 pm (UTC)Think you can handle this?
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Date: 2011-10-29 03:50 pm (UTC)