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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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Pfft. So weak that it'll tickle.Oh.
Silently Sam looked back at Ankh, something definitely apologetic in his gaze. Yep, totally feeling bad for bringing all this up now. Ankh's tone and action kind of gave him away. "Sorry."
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Oh no you didn't it is onAnkh jerked his head back to look at Sam at the simple word, meeting the other's look of remorse with a face that was perplexed and possibly even more annoyed. This guy was apologizing? Ridiculous.
After a moment of staring, he made a 'tch' sound in annoyance as he scrunched up his face. "What do you know? I don't need your stupid apology."
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Bring it, Cupid.Yeah. He was apologizing. Because Ankh was obviously telling him something unpleasant and he felt bad for making him do so. And look at that! Ankh didn't look like a trampled and bitter puppy anymore, so obviously it did something.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, before turning towards Ankh and crossing his arms, expression hardening into irritation almost instantly. And really, Sam's expression and body language probably did all the talking for him.
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Cupid wishes he were as awesome as meAnkh largely resents being compared to any kind of puppy. Sam's quick mood shift seemed to amuse him slightly, but at least not enough to smirk. He looked around the room for a minute before nodding his head at Sam.
"If we're going to have to share the same room, just stay out of my way and away from my stuff," he huffed.
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Or nauseated by the fact that you compare yourself to him.Okay. That sounded so familiar that he almost snorted. How many times had he told his big brother that by now? Ugh, he stopped counting a long time ago.
Considering that, Sam porbably would stayed out of Ankh's stuff anyway. And, let's be honest, why would he want to get in his way anyway? It would be a complete waste of time.
So, "fine," Sam agreed easily enough.
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It's strictly for comparison's sake, I assure you."Good," Ankh spat out. With that he seemed to be done; he gave Sam another once over, made his ever-so-charming 'tch' sound of annoyance, and departed from the room. It had been far too long since he ran out of ice cream anyway.