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WHO: Sam Winchester and YOU~
WHERE: Various places around town.
WHEN: Friday
SUMMARY: Panicked, frustrated, and still without a clue as to what really happened, Sam has finally crawled out of hiding.
FORMAT: Quick like a fox. Or whatever. Your call.
You might have seen him around the past few days, maybe at a restaurant or in a library or internet cafe. He would have been sitting by himself, looking bewildered and lost, shiny new tags dangling around his neck.
Sam can't say he thinks much of his situation. Sure, he figures an angel might have teleported him out or stashed him somewhere as to avoid the final showdown, but they would have shown up by now to explain. Or at least called. But his phone isn't getting any service and with no way to reach his brother, there's little he can do but wait.
And try to stay as under the radar as possible. Which makes him wary of the apartment complex he supposedly now has a lot in, and the role he seems to have been assigned. As if he hasn't already been assigned enough roles to last ten lifetimes.
In any case, today Sam in working his way through the city, trying to get a get a good feel for the layout. He's got a decent map, and is marking sewer openings and power stations as he goes, just in case he ever needs them. And given his line of work, he probably will at some point or another. He stops at the corner, giving a small sigh of frustration and folding his map away.
"C'mon" He murmurs to no one in particular. "Enough already."
On the list of things that flat out suck, this is starting to get pretty high up.
WHERE: Various places around town.
WHEN: Friday
SUMMARY: Panicked, frustrated, and still without a clue as to what really happened, Sam has finally crawled out of hiding.
FORMAT: Quick like a fox. Or whatever. Your call.
You might have seen him around the past few days, maybe at a restaurant or in a library or internet cafe. He would have been sitting by himself, looking bewildered and lost, shiny new tags dangling around his neck.
Sam can't say he thinks much of his situation. Sure, he figures an angel might have teleported him out or stashed him somewhere as to avoid the final showdown, but they would have shown up by now to explain. Or at least called. But his phone isn't getting any service and with no way to reach his brother, there's little he can do but wait.
And try to stay as under the radar as possible. Which makes him wary of the apartment complex he supposedly now has a lot in, and the role he seems to have been assigned. As if he hasn't already been assigned enough roles to last ten lifetimes.
In any case, today Sam in working his way through the city, trying to get a get a good feel for the layout. He's got a decent map, and is marking sewer openings and power stations as he goes, just in case he ever needs them. And given his line of work, he probably will at some point or another. He stops at the corner, giving a small sigh of frustration and folding his map away.
"C'mon" He murmurs to no one in particular. "Enough already."
On the list of things that flat out suck, this is starting to get pretty high up.