somebody tryin&#39; just to stay alive

[Dean.]

[Now, there's a boy with some issues. And some demons on his tail, if he recalls correctly. And a potential challenge, to boot. Perhaps a nice place to start.]

This time... we'll work together.

Isn't that what we'd said?

[He's used to using the information he's got, the truth he knows, to get what he wants. To hiding ulterior motives, too. The words come out surprisingly easily.]

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[Her voice is that of a child, but the manner in which she speaks is more like an adult.] Almost everything, hm?

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Please, someone tell me no one is going to jump out and go heeeeeere's Johnny!

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Just about. [He laughs nervously.] Here's to hopin' that it's gonna be worth something this event.

[Ohhhhhh it'll be worth something, all right.]

D'you need any help?

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Jesus Christ, I hope not.

[Because it's my line, mine, no one else's.]

You seen the hallways, though? Doesn't exactly look like Overlook Hotel, so we might get to opt outta that honor.

[A pause. The voice is different. New. New. Fresh meat, in a...manner of speaking. That always goes well with some Fava beans and a nice Chianti.]

...you new here? I don't recognize your voice.

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Heyyy, if it ain't Medicine Man.

[A grin twitches onto his face, and he switches to video to show it off.]

Yeah, there's prob'ly a coupla big bads around here this time. It's too damn quiet.

[Time to make some noise.]

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[ When Philip woke up he felt the Philip LaFresque equivalent of perfectly normal. The new decorations were a little too Shelter for his liking, but the antsy sentiment that came with it was nothing the presence of his revolver and a healthy mug of morning ~~whiskey~~ ~~whiskey~~ ~~whiskey~~ ~~whiskey~~ coffee couldn't fix.

Now the communication device is in his hand and his pace is carrying him quickly up the stairs. ]

Dean, it's me. Where are you?

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Not for long.

[Oh, no, not for long... He'll take care of the problem. He'll get rid of all the problems...]

...Shall we... meet somewhere?

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[Oh. Hello.]

Hey, Phil - 'm on the, uh.

[He was on Floor Ten. Then he was on Floor Seven. Now he's on Floor-]

Six. Sixth floor. Far end of the hallway, I'm just keepin' watch for anything weird. [He snorts.] Not like the decor isn't weird enough already.

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Yeah, sure. I was gonna head outside, but all the damn doors are locked. How 'bout the entrance hall?

[So he can see you coming.]

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The sixth? [ Huh. He expected Dean to be in his room or one of the public areas, maybe the clinic, the ball room or--

Philip climbs the last stairs. Oh well. All the more convenient for him! ]

I actually just got there, can I help?

[ He looks around, wondering if he'll spot Dean from where he is standing. ]

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Hey!

[Dean waves from down the hall, trotting through the creepy industrial corridor towards Philip. He slows to a stop a few feet away, not closer, not too close, that would be weird.]

Hey, yeah. Sure. I was canvassing floors to see if anything was outta the ordinary aside from the "grungy warehouse" look. [He grimaces and adjusts his duffel bag.] No dice.

[Well. Maybe a couple dice. One or two or-]

Workin' my way downstairs. You bring anything to protect yourself with? No tellin' what's going on and I don't wanna be caught with my pants down.

Edited Date: 2011-10-28 03:13 pm (UTC)

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Oh, and here I was hoping to get to run screaming through the halls with a madman with an axe at my heels. [Pause.] No, wait, that was last Halloween. [She will sigh.]

Yea, I am new. Just met Lethe and everything.

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...Very well.

[No one ever sees him coming, man.]

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[Dean has no idea who Lethe is. Dean doesn't really care.]

What's your name, sweetheart?

[He's not flirting, this is the usual, actually.]

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[Says you.

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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[ Philip holds up a hand in greeting, stepping forward to slowly close the distance. ]

I've been told it looks inviting and very homey. [ A knowing sigh. ] Then again, I've been told by Clarence, so...

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[ Both of them trail off. Enough said about that. In response to the question Philip only turns sideways and lifts his sweater. Realising that his inventory was better off with its addition Philip finally caved and even acquired a holster for his revolver. ]

I caught a transmission (http://last-liar.livejournal.com/5186.html) early, I didn't get a chance to respond, but from what I caught, er... apparently somebody- one of the residents is a wolf, not literally I hope, but it's- it's a bit like... like that game for children where you have to find out who it is before-- Before they kill you. Literally.

[ He shoots Dean a glance of the go figure variety. ]

Edited Date: 2011-10-28 03:31 pm (UTC)

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Dreamy.

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[There's a quiet, very deliberate clack of a footstep near the doorway; it echoes in the dingy hall.]

Good evening.

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[Dean pivots slowly, ever so slowly, on the ball of one foot and turns to face the Medicine Seller. He notices the change almost immediately, whatever "the change" is.]

Hello, Clarice.

[He grins.]

You look different. Get your hair done, maybe?

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So what, like...like the game Mafia?

[Dean offers a Convincingly Dubious Expression (TM). He has those mastered and patented in forty-eight out of fifty United States.]

Awesome. A survival-fest. Halloween weekend, too. This place has a crappy sense of humor.

[He rubs his forehead, huffing a sigh.]

Good thing you got a piece on. [Not that it'll do you much good.] You wanna help with recon on the lower floors? If we can find them before they find us, we'll save everybody a whole mess of trouble.

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By name and nature?

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[chuckle.] Mhmm.

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[ Philip nods in response to both questions, getting ready to move into whatever direction Dean has in mind. ]

Yeah, that's it.

[ He thinks. It's been a while since he played, well, it's been a while since he played the game. The last time he played Mafia, as it were... you know what, his eye patch would rather not talk about it. ]

He said there might be more than one, what-- What do you suppose we've got to do if we find them?

[ Philip looks around with an uneasy glance. ]

It's not... going to be somebody we know, is it?

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