Making shit up. Dun dun dun.notsatansbitchDecember 21 2012, 09:24:22 UTC
Their dad wasn't dead. He had proved that when he popped up after a hunt and practically scared the crap out of them. Sam was pissed. Nothing made him more mad than know their dad had just been ignoring them. They had been searching for him and going crazy if knowing he was alive or dead. He couldn't even drop them a line or something just to tell them he was okay. He wanted something. That was his reason for showing up. He wanted the Colt. He needed to use it, but they agreed to do this as a family. Sam wasn't on board with his father's way of doing things. Sam had lost a lot already because of this life. He was pissed
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I LOVE MAKING SHIT UP~siswinchesterDecember 21 2012, 09:36:44 UTC
You know, for a guy who sure was looking damn hard for his father, Sam sure didn't seem at all happy when they got him back. Dana didn't understand, the tension was just as thick as it always was between the two, only this time, Sam was just much much taller than John.
Of course Dana did what their dad said, that's what she knew, that's what she did. Besides that, their father only did what was best and Dana never questioned it. She looked up to him, idolized him to the point of taking in his favorite music, his favorite food, Hell, the car. But maybe what always, deep down somewhere where Dana hadn't realized yet, always bothered her the most, was that she knew Sam was their father's favorite.
But that was neither here nor there. No, here she and Sam were, shivering in a cold room. Mostly Sam sitting on the floor as Dana huddled up beneath a blanket on the couch. "Sam..." Her voice was soft, cutting though his chattering. "C'mon, just get up here with me."
Knowing that their father was alive and well was great news. It was the fact that he had been perfectly fine, but he chose to cut them out of his hunt. He chose to shut them out and let them think that something terrible had happened to him. Maybe if he hadn't gone missing on Dana then Sam would not have left Jess alone like that. He was never going to stop blaming himself for her death, but maybe now he could sorta blame their dad as well. It was his fake disappearance that had started all of this. He was angry at him. He wanted to tell him, but he knew Dana hated when they fought. He didn't feel the need to do it in front of her. She didn't need that
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According to Cameron's profile he has a cabin in the mountains :PbixencenDecember 16 2012, 16:40:06 UTC
She had not expected a blizzard... Camille's car got stuck in the snow but she saw a flicker of light in the distance and decided to head towards it on foot. Unfortunately she was only wearing a dress and sneakers, so she was freezing to death by the time she reached the cabin and knocked on the door frantically.
She took no time at all to stumble inside when the door was opened. And she would have smiled at the comment of this man to be a murderer. That was surely exaggerating things, though now that she thought about it... he could be an unsavory type of person.
But - she was too cold to dwell on that now. The cabin seemed wonderfully warm at first, but she soon realized there was no heating, or even a fire. The light that she'd seen had come from a storm lantern.
Shivering she shook the snow from her hair and clothes. "W-why is it so c-cold in here?"
"You'd think there'd be more than one blanket," she grumbled, still searching randomly in the vain hope there were more. The snow storm had come out of nowhere, trapping them in a house they'd gone through twice to make sure was cleared out. They'd boarded it up as best they could to make sure no walkers came in while they were there, but they were still stuck there until it let up enough to travel in.
Daryl had jumped at the chance to go to the mines with her. He knew with winter there, people would start to get sick and they would need the medicine. The last thing he wanted was for them to have to deal with the entire district dying off. What he wasn't expecting was they place to be overran by walkers. While it was cold out, it didn't seem cold enough to cause them to slow like he'd seen the winter before
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Of course Dana did what their dad said, that's what she knew, that's what she did. Besides that, their father only did what was best and Dana never questioned it. She looked up to him, idolized him to the point of taking in his favorite music, his favorite food, Hell, the car. But maybe what always, deep down somewhere where Dana hadn't realized yet, always bothered her the most, was that she knew Sam was their father's favorite.
But that was neither here nor there. No, here she and Sam were, shivering in a cold room. Mostly Sam sitting on the floor as Dana huddled up beneath a blanket on the couch. "Sam..." Her voice was soft, cutting though his chattering. "C'mon, just get up here with me."
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But - she was too cold to dwell on that now. The cabin seemed wonderfully warm at first, but she soon realized there was no heating, or even a fire. The light that she'd seen had come from a storm lantern.
Shivering she shook the snow from her hair and clothes. "W-why is it so c-cold in here?"
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And Kenzi was freakin' freezing.
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