[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]
C'mon, you fucker. Jesus, you- Okay. There. God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.
[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the
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There aren't any demons or ghosts here. ...At least, not right now, there aren't.
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What is this, shortwave links?
[Appears to fiddle with something above the camera for a moment before retreating and looking at the screen again, contemplating the boy.]
Okay...no demons or ghosts, s'a relief since I ain't got my arsenal with me. Who are you, kid?
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[He raises an eyebrow at him.]
Your arsenal?
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Name's Dean Winchester. And yeah, my arsenal.
[He grins, looking a little nostalgic.]
I...uh. I hunt. Gotta be prepared for anything and everything.
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[He laughs a little awkwardly]
If only we'd had you around when we had zombies.
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[He shrugs, scratching his jaw and raising his eyebrows at the second remark.]
Zombies? Damn, I woulda killed to get my hands on some of them. Keeping a low profile's been Hell, lately.
[Scrutinizes the other carefully.]
Y'know, Kurt, you sure are accepting of this fact compared to the cheerleader girl I'm talkin' to on the other line. Most people think my brother and I are crazy until they actually see the shit we fight.
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There have been weirder things here. I've run into characters here that I would have sworn were just cartoons a few months ago. And who am I to deny that ghosts and demons exist here when there were zombies at one point? And there was a Jabberwocky here just last week, apparently.
[Suddenly, the cheerleader thing clicks, and he looks back up.]
Santana should probably be aware of this by now too. It's entirely possible that she's just being a bitch. Don't let her bother you too much. [Sigh.] Girls can be such a hassle.
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[A little unnerved, actually. Demons and ghosts he can handle, but this shit? He doesn't even know what's going on in this place with the magic closets and kitchens and all this CRAP.]
...eh. It doesn't matter. And yeah, it's Santana. She's got claws.
[Looks a little distracted for a moment before appraising the other with a short laugh.]
Heh. You're tellin' me. Chicks'll drive ya nuts.
[Unconsciously licks his lips.]
Been talking with her about getting somethin' to eat. My stomach's killin' me. She says she knows you - you game?
[Thinks it'd be better to offer and figure out who his allies are here.]
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I suppose I could accompany you. I'm genuinely surprised though - Santana lives almost exclusively on a combination of our cheerleading coach's Master Cleanse and breadsticks. She's not someone I would expect to know how to find food here.
But yes, I know her. We're classmates at home, and we're in glee club together. [We're not going to use the word "friends" here] She can be awfully catty though. Headgames just aren't worth the trouble.
Have you found out where the kitchen is yet? Or would you like someone to come lead you in the right direction?
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Catty's a good word for 'er, yeah. As for the kitchen, I dun-
[He stops, glancing over one shoulder and throwing an arm on the back of his chair.]
...oh. She's here.
[Looks back at the camera.]
You should come, dude. Floor ten, room one-hundred.
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Right. I'll be there soon then. After all, you'll want someone who can be a little more reliable of a navigator. Something will probably distract her, I'm sure.
[Before he can be asked to explain, he smiles and shuts off the feed with a click. Aaaaand I will just mosey down and threadjack the other thread. ♥]
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[Laughs a little incredulously, switching off that channel. Two people already. If he's lucky they won't try and kill him, but they look pretty harmless.]
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