Day 53: Sun Room, Morning

[scarefaux]

With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he

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[sociopathology]

Sherlock was unreasonably good at hiding himself. This time, however, he just didn't see the point - there was a room full of people, some looking particularly at ease but most of them looking somewhat distant, or even distressed in some cases.

As soon as he's recognised he realises the natural rhythm one goes through when realising someone has been watching them for what could be full minutes. First, they wonder whether there's something on their face or on their clothes, sometimes they question whether it's in their heads but usually they fall onto ignoring whoever it is (because that is, as far as Sherlock could understand, what polite people do). Admittedly, their actions would be stiff and wary, because they know that someone's watching, and sometimes it would be about that time that Sherlock would watch someone else. Usually, though, he kept his gaze on them. What intrigued Sherlock was how certain cultures reacted to the attention - some would be offended, some would be uncomfortable and others would welcome it. It was interesting, something quite basic but ultimately it could change quite a few reactions. It also depended on the person, of course - but personality traits were easy to spot in the way that they hold themselves, how they smile and even how they don't.

His target reacted in the ways that were usual for someone to react - right up until he sat down beside Sherlock. It didn't phase him, it didn't necessarily interest him, but it was a social cue that Sherlock decided to go along with.

"My number would be useless here, they've taken my phone." He pointed out, looking at Dean as though he had recently grown an extra head.

[theroadsofar]

Dean almost smiled, even if it was a little pained. “Join the club, buddy. They took my car.” If they messed with his baby, he was friggen flipping a table over it. A car like that you had to respect and Dean was willing to bet that wasn’t happening in a place like this. Dean shrugged and went on, “I’m willing to be we’re not the only people they jacked stuff from.”

It wasn’t surprising, aside from the whole kidnapping out of thin air thing. That still had him going but it didn’t seem to matter if you were in the middle of doing something when you got snatched, from what he’d seen. So phones, whole cars, maybe pets or….whatever were probably floating around here too. That or his car was wrapped around a tree, which was way way too sucky to even think about. Dean’s jaw had tensed just at that thought. Okay, yeah. He didn’t need to have that mental image of her totaled like that. Once was bad enough. Between the deal and the stuff with Sam, having the Impala rusting somewhere in a trash heap was like karma was kicking him when he was down. Seemed like overkill to him. Dean pretended like he wasn’t aware of the fact that Peeping Tom here? Was totally making these eyes at him still, except it wasn’t the sexy eyes. More like he was talking buckets of crazy.

“Dean,” he volunteered instead, sticking out his hand.