16: [Action] Separate Ways
Jan. 12th, 2011 11:00 pmAn extremely heavy, loud bass-beat is thumping down the hallways and spewing out of the library.
Dean has acquired a boombox.
He's also legitimately doing research, for once in his life, plucking books here and there and stacking them in a rather haphazard fashion on the nearest table, all the while singing along to Separate Ways by one of the classic 80's bands, Journey.
Don't judge, you sonsabitches.
"Troubled times, caught between confusion and pain...pain...pain," He bobs his head along with the music, chucking another leather-bound book onto the desk. "Distant eyes-" Dean spins around, boots skidding along the wood floor, "Promises we made were in vain - In vaaaain, vain."
Never mind how well the lyrics appear to mimic some bits of his own life - they don't matter. What matters is how he can't find any information on skinny dudes with tentacle-arms in any books relating to supernatural subjects. "Most of this shit doesn't even make sense," Dean grumbles, leaving the volume up on his music-maker and taking a seat in the nearest armchair. "Stake a vampir- Who the fuck wrote this?!"
Dean has acquired a boombox.
He's also legitimately doing research, for once in his life, plucking books here and there and stacking them in a rather haphazard fashion on the nearest table, all the while singing along to Separate Ways by one of the classic 80's bands, Journey.
Don't judge, you sonsabitches.
"Troubled times, caught between confusion and pain...pain...pain," He bobs his head along with the music, chucking another leather-bound book onto the desk. "Distant eyes-" Dean spins around, boots skidding along the wood floor, "Promises we made were in vain - In vaaaain, vain."
Never mind how well the lyrics appear to mimic some bits of his own life - they don't matter. What matters is how he can't find any information on skinny dudes with tentacle-arms in any books relating to supernatural subjects. "Most of this shit doesn't even make sense," Dean grumbles, leaving the volume up on his music-maker and taking a seat in the nearest armchair. "Stake a vampir- Who the fuck wrote this?!"