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towerofanimus2011-09-07 08:04 am
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This Is A Joke, Right? | Open
Characters: Sam Winchester [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.
Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.
Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.
No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?
Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.
Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.
... was that a collar?
xbludjunkie] and EVERYONE!Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.
Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.
Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.
No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?
Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.
Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.
... was that a collar?
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Probably would have bombarded her with more questions, but he was reminded rather suddenly of something that was way more important than info.
And feeding himself too, apparrantly.]
Please. I'm looking for someone, so if there's a good chance that's where he is then I need to go.
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I need more icons :/
And why does he have this feeling that his brother definitely knows her?
By the way, he totally mumbles.]
... Dean.
Hee, at least Sammy's a popular character? 83
[That smirk's back. The one that makes her look like a very pleased cat, and Sam's the large canary she's caught.] I see good looks run in the family~
Touche~
Do you know where to find him? Please, it's important.
["That smirk" brings him right back to it again, however.
He doesn't even know what he's supposed to say to that. This is Dean's area of expertise after all.]
Uh... thanks... you too?
[Shifts uncomfortably. Yurp, he knows he just made it worse.]
En garde again Sammy
He needs to take lessons...
Thank you.
[And then he smiles at the mental image of Dean being a total 7 year old over ice cream.]
Yeah, that sounds like him.
She'd be happy to teach him, though she's rather hands on.
[Turns to lead him to the haven of ice cream. Or is that hell?]
XD