001! Wherein dumb things may happen. [ OPEN ]

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bart Allen/Impulse, and YOUR MAJESTIC SELF.
Setting: IN YOUR ROOM.
Format: Starting with brackets. Anything is fine.
Summary: Impulse is poking his head inside your room. What more do you need?
Warnings: None.



[ Did you lock your door? If that's a 'No', a teenager with wild hair and a silly-looking costume has just burst in. If that's a 'Yes', that same teenager is now phasing his head right through the door and peering inside. ]

Is this the exit? The layout of this place sure is weird.

[ It's quite clear that this boy is trying to get out, and what better way to do that than open every door until an exit manifests itself? ]

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[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ 10 minutes of paralysis over, and Castiel roused with a grunt, only to find a boy practically flying through and almost landing on him.

The angel is not amused. ]

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Nope, definitely not it.

Um, sorry.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

You.

[ Castiel could feel that the boy is special. There is a certain amount of energy practically radiating from him in waves. ]

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me.

. . .You're not mad, are you?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

No.

[ He stretches a little, rolling his shoulders as the sound of invisible wings rustle behind him.

Wait a minute... Wasn't he at the infirmary earlier on? He remembered a cat, and dying... ]

Where am I. Where is this.

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing it's your room, unless you had a sleepover and forgot about it.

Did you get amnesia?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Not amnesia. I remember being killed in the infirmary.

[ Strange. But Castiel recalled the 30 seconds of paralysis he encountered when he was first brought here to the tower, so this might be the reason...

He forced himself to stand, glancing down at the boy. ]

Hmm.

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[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's goo --

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

YOU WERE KILLED??!

ooc: fffft Bart your face.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yet I am revived here.

c:

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

Are you still hurt? How'd you die? You want me to take you to a doctor or something?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

I cannot remember exactly. There was a cat. And the darkness.

I'm fine. I don't need a doctor.

[outspeeds.livejournal.com]

A cat killed you?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Not a real cat. It was made of mist.