29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep

[dashboardlite]

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

He 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.

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

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-

All work and no play makes Dean a |

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.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

"Over and out."

Comments

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[lingeringmedusa.livejournal.com]

[Alice makes no noise. Instead, more chains seem to grow right out of her flesh, writhing inside the capsule.]

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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[The chains aren't nearly as strong as he thought they would be. Minor irritants, at worst, and Dean yanks on another one as he swings the ax into the glass. The cracks spiderweb across its surface and he grins.]

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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[lingeringmedusa.livejournal.com]

[The pressure from the chains pressing against the inside surface of the glass causes it to break outwards, not quire explosively, but hard enough that very little glass ends up inside with Alice.

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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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[The glass bursts like an aquarium exploding, only instead of water there are lots of flailing chains, and goddamnit, Dean does not have time for this shit.

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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[lingeringmedusa.livejournal.com]

[Alice isn't afraid of dying--she's done it once before. But that was her own choice. This is a little different.

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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[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[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.]