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Day 56: Morris Park

May 08, 2011 18:09

It was disappointing that the sheriff's office had been closed for some reason, but many humans rested on Sunday for what they considered good reason. Castiel himself didn't understand the thought behind it. God may have rested on the seventh day, but that didn't meant that the rest of them were allowed that luxury. He'd certainly never followed ( Read more... )

aigis, s.t., rose (tvd), damon, castiel, luke skywalker, the scarecrow

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toxicspiderman May 9 2011, 01:32:23 UTC

The park on the other end of town had seen better days. Local hangout and dumping ground, all in one. Teenagers and metalheads hadn't gotten smarter in twenty years. Or whatever had replaced metal -- there weren't any anarchy symbols or pentagrams drawn in blood-colored paint, so culture had moved on. The trash was the same. Cigarette butts and beer cans and probably weed, if he wanted to go hunting through the snow and mud.

He didn't. Whatever they'd shot him full of this morning was wearing off, but not enough to go poking through cast-off cancer sticks for a remedy.

He picked up a couple of styrofoam coffee cups, dumped them in the trash can, and then found a bench. Good deed done.

[Scarecrow]

scarefaux May 9 2011, 08:49:31 UTC

Having enjoyed his morning in Magus park, the Scarecrow decided he'd spend the middle of the day enjoying the one on the other side of town. Judging by the shivering his body was doing, the cold weather was starting to get to him, but he couldn't help but want to experience the snow for a bit longer, at least while he still had the chance. There was no telling how much longer he'd be Hunk Howard- or worse, how much longer he'd be alive. While he didn't like to be pessimistic, he had to wonder how much a human body could take before it just fell to pieces. The chill certainly didn't make his arm feel any better.

Crossing the last street, the Scarecrow made it to Morris Park. He could tell from the sight that his first visit might be his only one: the numerous trees made the area more intimidating that the other park, their gnarled branches blocking both the light and the snow from touching the ground, which was covered enough with various debris as it was. It was a shame to see such a potentially beautiful place in such a state ( ... )

toxicspiderman May 10 2011, 02:24:38 UTC

"What's what?" S.T. wasn't carrying anything except a cash card. He looked down at his hands. Cane, right. He'd already edited it out of his personal worldview. "This?" He held it up. "Walking stick." To demonstrate, he pulled himself to a standing position, putting just a little too much weight on his bad knee as he did so. "Fuck," he hissed, and then gave the Scarecrow the same look he'd given Kelvin's kids each time they'd giggled at him swearing. What the fuck, everyone could use more vocabulary.

He got cane and feet pointed in the same direction, and took an assisted step. "See, good as new." They'd all taken a few points of damage, but nothing major, unless he'd been more out of it than he'd thought. "How's D.C.?"

scarefaux May 10 2011, 08:02:37 UTC

"D.C.?" the Scarecrow asked, taking a moment to put it together. "Oh, you mean Depth Charge. I've not seen him yet today- he was already out of the room by the time the nurse got me up."

The Scarecrow eyed Sangamon's walking stick, concerned about his friend's condition while thinking he didn't look 'good as new' in any sense. His own arm was in pretty terrible shape, but he reasoned it'd be a lot worse to have his legs impaired in some way, especially when in a town where getting from place to place involved a good amount of walking.

Sangamon's inquiry did raise a few worries in his mind: "Why do you ask? Was he with you last night? He's still in one piece, isn't he?" All three questions came out quicker than the Scarecrow had anticipated, but he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his roommate. After Kaiji's disappearance, he wasn't taking chances- he'd take any answers he could get when he could get them.

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no_dont_go May 9 2011, 23:41:28 UTC

After leaving the hardware store, a little more somber than she had been upon entering but also more determined, Aigis headed east along Main Street. As she passed by the movie cinema she was reminded of the time she had gone with Minato to see the ninja movie marathon at Iwatodai Port Station. She wasn't sure what movies would be playing at a cinema in a town constructed for the sole purpose of continuing the illusion that Landel's was a proper mental health facility, but she wasn't in the mood for remaining idle anyway. Yes, that's what she considered Doyleton to be, though she had no solid proof it was just a prop. The town just seemed much too artificial to be real. It lacked the life she had come to know from her time spent with the others in Iwatodai ( ... )

poorexample May 10 2011, 02:05:22 UTC

Upon hearing a female voice at his side, Castiel's immediate reaction was to tense. He still didn't understand why it was that he reacted in such a way to human females, but it wasn't something he could control. Even though he had enjoyed both of the conversations that he'd had with Renamon, she wasn't human, so it didn't count.

However, as he turned to see who had called to him, he realized that this person wasn't entirely human either. Castiel hadn't come across any humans who could shoot bullets from their fingers, at least. He stared at her for a moment, taking in her features now that they were in broad daylight. She appeared human now, but he knew the truth ( ... )

no_dont_go May 10 2011, 02:33:44 UTC

His words didn't make sense to her at first. In front of the chapel? When had she been anywhere near such a thing? And he mentioned another man. Just describing his height did little to help Aigis visualize the other, but it did jog something in her mind.

A moment of contemplation and it fell into place. The orders to protect an area at all costs. No one was to be allowed through under any circumstances. And two had escaped before she had shut down, but not unscathed. Her eyes widened and her breath returned to her lungs in an involuntary gasp. She had hurt him! This man before her! She had attacked him, and for the institute no less!

Bowing quickly, folded over in proper Japanese style, Aigis squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. "I am sorry! I apologize for all I have done to harm you! Please, I-I..."

She couldn't bear to ask forgiveness. She didn't think she deserved it. Not after she had so willingly allowed the institute to drag her away that night.

poorexample May 10 2011, 18:26:53 UTC

While the details he'd given hadn't been much, it seemed that something in what he'd said had been enough to remind her. Castiel watched as the realization fell upon her, that expression so clearly stated that even he could read it. He was taken aback by her reaction, however; particularly the bow. He understood her guilt and her need to apologize, but that didn't make it easier for him to fashion some sort of response ( ... )

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taggingwomprats May 10 2011, 02:56:58 UTC

After his encounter with "Indiana Jones" and the whole speederwreck that the bulletin board had been, Luke went for another walk. More like pacing. He was frustrated, confused and feeling out of his depth, which was something he hated. Apparently one of Biggs' old friends was here - but who? Biggs had never had a chance to mention everyone he knew, but almost everyone with rebel sympathies had already come over with Biggs. So who could it be? Was it a trick?

Whatever. He still needed to find his way out of here. Luke kicked at a patch of snow with a muttered little curse. This was turning into more of a problem then he had anticipated. There was no way he was going to leave without Han. Still. He needed to find a way out. Fast.

[Free.]

saviored May 10 2011, 04:40:54 UTC

Circling half of the town after he left Claire took all of...minutes he didn't bother keeping track of. Not very long, was the point. Even by small town standards, it was small. The shops all looked local; he hadn't seen a single chain in sight. You knew your town was shoved in society's corner when even Starbucks hadn't infiltrated a street corner.

The more Damon walked, though, the less he could shake the feeling that someone was there and by now, he wasn't really doubting that someone was. After the weird shit last night, he wasn't ruling it out, as bizarre as it was to think about. But there were footprints and he knew he wasn't imagining them. If there was one thing he didn't do, it was imagine things. No. They were there ( ... )

loyalrose May 10 2011, 11:51:12 UTC

After parting ways from Stefan, she'd walked through the town, needing time to think, time to gather her thoughts. She was aware of her surroundings, but made little effort to stop in the shops she passed, melting into the background as she moved up the main street until she found another snowy park at the other end. Deciding that was as good a place as any to wander for a bit, she moved deeper into it, still enjoying the sunlight as she started attempting to sort through the troubling thoughts circling around inside her head.

She'd had confirmation now that she wasn't the only one here, that Stefan, Elena, and Damon were somewhere nearby. But that didn't change the fact that someone had tampered with their memories and they now had no idea who she was. Well, maybe Elena, but that was a rather large 'if' especially since she didn't know what Elena would remember. Which meant she'd essentially been knocked back to square one with everyone she knew. What was worse was she wasn't sure how much she should tell them, or how much they ( ... )

saviored May 11 2011, 04:25:33 UTC

Oh, what, dammit-

The decidedly female laugh had registered a split second too late to avoid the projectile of snow aimed at him, but it did register in time for him to expect to see Elena when he spun around, one eyebrow already cocked as he shook off the remnants of snow-

Only that wasn't Elena.

Damon peered at her with a casual curiosity, as if it almost wasn't worth his time to take a moment out to look. Though he was, of course, actually very interested. Let's just say most people didn't throw things at him before they even had a first meeting. And considering he already had one girl approach him out of nowhere thinking he was someone she knew...

At least this one looked like she knew what a hair brush was. She was cute, really. Someone he would've thought about taking home if he'd met her in a bar.

Except what he was thinking about here was who she even was. She couldn't be a local; the locals didn't seem too keen on buddying it up with the crazies set loose in town. (Yeah, wonder why that was ( ... )

loyalrose May 11 2011, 05:11:24 UTC

Rose tilted her head to the side, her hands propped casually on her hips as she peered up at him through a fringe of bangs, unable to stifle the smile that played about her lips as she recognized that look on his face. "Technically, I don't owe you anything," she pointed out, a lilt of an accent to her tone as she studied him, her eyes scanning his face. He looked well, albeit a little rough around the edges, and she'd noticed a faint limp when he'd moved. Clearly he'd been getting into trouble, not that that surprised her ( ... )

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