Not in Kansas Anymore [Active, Open]
Who: Mary Winchester, and anyone ever.
Where: Dining Hall
When: Day 002
What: Mary just arrived and is needing to know what's happening
Warnings: None for the moment.
What happened? The last thing she remembered was a demon standing over Sammy's crib...but this wasn't home. Not anymore.
Staring at the dust covered fixtures in the parlor; she turned on her heel, trying to figure out what just happened. Not seeing anything that gave a clue to her whereabouts, she tried to open the door. The door didn't budge though, no matter how hard she tried to open it. Stopping after a few minutes, her hands fell to her sides, brushing against the satin nightgown she was still wearing.
What was she thinking? This was no time to relax; her baby was in danger, her whole family. They didn’t know what was in the house; they’d think it was just an intruder.
Stepping into the parlor, she tried to find any other way out. All she knew was that she had to get home at any cost. There was nothing there though, nothing useful at any rate.
Turning to the left, she stepped into the dining room. “Hello?” She called out tentatively. “John?” She didn’t want to believe he’d been taken as well, but why would they just take her? “Dean? Where are you, baby?” She had to find her family. They were all she had left in the world…without them, she had nothing left to live for, no reason to exist. Pulling out a chair, she looked around quietly, trying to get her bearings.
Was she alone here? Did they bring her here so she wouldn’t be in the way of him hurting her family? Taking a seat in the chair, she set her head in her hands. She had to think of a way out of here…but she had none of her books, none of her weapons, just a cross…and no idea on how to proceed...
Where: Dining Hall
When: Day 002
What: Mary just arrived and is needing to know what's happening
Warnings: None for the moment.
What happened? The last thing she remembered was a demon standing over Sammy's crib...but this wasn't home. Not anymore.
Staring at the dust covered fixtures in the parlor; she turned on her heel, trying to figure out what just happened. Not seeing anything that gave a clue to her whereabouts, she tried to open the door. The door didn't budge though, no matter how hard she tried to open it. Stopping after a few minutes, her hands fell to her sides, brushing against the satin nightgown she was still wearing.
What was she thinking? This was no time to relax; her baby was in danger, her whole family. They didn’t know what was in the house; they’d think it was just an intruder.
Stepping into the parlor, she tried to find any other way out. All she knew was that she had to get home at any cost. There was nothing there though, nothing useful at any rate.
Turning to the left, she stepped into the dining room. “Hello?” She called out tentatively. “John?” She didn’t want to believe he’d been taken as well, but why would they just take her? “Dean? Where are you, baby?” She had to find her family. They were all she had left in the world…without them, she had nothing left to live for, no reason to exist. Pulling out a chair, she looked around quietly, trying to get her bearings.
Was she alone here? Did they bring her here so she wouldn’t be in the way of him hurting her family? Taking a seat in the chair, she set her head in her hands. She had to think of a way out of here…but she had none of her books, none of her weapons, just a cross…and no idea on how to proceed...