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: 2011-10-29 04:53 am (UTC)audio;
Date: 2011-10-29 01:21 pm (UTC)How old are you, anyway?
[Opening the cellar door.
Taking the stairs carefully so as not to make noise.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 01:47 pm (UTC)She pauses for a moment before answering.]
Eighteen.
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Date: 2011-10-29 02:33 pm (UTC)Dean switches off his communicator and treats her to some radio silence as he moves through the cellar. Several boilers for the central heating, machinery there but not on, rust everywhere, swinging lights, dripping water...just like a horror movie.
Heh.
Heh.
Heh.]
Little giiiirl,
[Dean croons in the quiet of the basement, pausing by a workbench to observe a pressurized nail-gun with its very own convenient air pump. He moves on, peering around corners and into some of dimly-lit rooms.]
Where aaaare you?
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Date: 2011-10-29 02:40 pm (UTC)What are you doing?
[The voice is sharp and comes from behind Dean. Hoping to distract him from her real body, Alice has appeared in her older spirit form.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 03:09 pm (UTC)[He answers bluntly, fascinated by the capsule. This machine, made up of tiny parts, is the only thing keeping the poor thing alive. She looks like she's in bad shape. Half a little girl is no little girl at all.
Funny how one malfunction in the mechanics of the capsule could ruin everything.
Dean leans over the glass, rubbing a finger against it. It squeaks.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 03:12 pm (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-10-29 07:56 pm (UTC)He gets in a swing at the glass and it cracks before a chain wraps around his leg. That's...inconvenient. In retaliation, Dean hacks at it and then once more at one of the tubes leading into the machine.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 09:59 pm (UTC)action;
Date: 2011-10-29 10:12 pm (UTC)Little pig, little pig-
[SwingCRACK.]
Let me in!
[A dragging step closer, and he begins laughing maniacally.]
Not by the - ahahah, ahah - hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
[Another loud CRACK. The capsule should be close to breaking point.
Soon.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 10:16 pm (UTC)Once the chains separate from her body, however, she doesn't have very good control over them. Whatever this place is doing to her powers, it's honestly more alarming to her than the dude with the axe.
...But okay, that's pretty alarming, too. She doesn't scream or anything--just closes her eyes very tightly.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 11:16 pm (UTC)Wielding the ax aloft, not even bothering with the metal whipping around him anymore, sporadic and spastic, Dean holds the blade high over her neck like an executioner's tool...
...and drops it.
THOK.]
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Date: 2011-10-29 11:20 pm (UTC)It doesn't hurt as much as losing half of her body did. And not for as long either.
But it still hurts.]
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Date: 2011-10-30 03:57 am (UTC)[Dean stares down at the severed head, wrinkling his nose. Crouching next to the capsule, wiping the blade clean on her cushions, he leans over and murmurs in the girl's ear-]
Sweet dreams.
[-Giggles to himself, and leaves.]