[ooc: I hope you don't mind Glee muses? :> your Sam is just... <3]
[It wasn't every day that Rachel had herself checked into a room that was already occupied, but seeing the wings made her question whether she was checking into the New York hotel she'd been planning to stay at, or had just walked into Comic Con, but a a slight step closer and a hand onto the base of the... wings seemed to confirm that they were real, seemingly sprouting out of his back. This... could not be real, let alone normal. Swallowing hard, she rounded to the other side of the bed, one hand gingerly placed onto his shoulder, trying desperately not to panic.]
OOC: /BLUSH. You've seen us around? I don't know Glee at all, I'm afraid, but...what the hey? Lea is pretty cute. >3
[makes a soft sound, turns over. Sam is naked from the waist up, which is why he doesn't feel any restriction...and, mm...soft. But the moment he hears that slightly pitched voice, nervous, that touch - the Hunter in him kicks in and he's up on his knees, gun in hand - hey, he takes pointers from Dean. Pillows are a mercy!] Wh - oh. [oh, indeed. His bangs flicker into his eyes and he blinks, staring at the girl] Who - [disorientated]
[ooc: I HAVE!! And you are SO FANTASTIC, so I thought, what the hell, might as well <3 you should watch Glee! It's a lot of fun, and yes, Lea is very cute! :D]
[She shrinks back instantly, seemingly leaping to the wall behind her, both hands up to protect herself. First wings, now a gun?] Please don't hurt me, I have a Broadway career to protect! I can't die yet! [Okay, so maybe her priorities are a bit skewed.
Biting her lip, she tries to get her erratic breathing under control again.] I-I just-- I'm really sorry, but they must have given me a room that was already occupied, and I would have just left, but I thought you were wearing a costume, and it turns out you're not, a-and--
OOC: Wow. Uh, omg, thank you.../smiles. It's so lovely to hear when someone likes what ya do, y'know?
[shit. He holds up both hands, eyes flickering as he catches a few stray feathers floating down. Huh. These pillows aren't even -] No, uh...look. I - this is. You can...never be too careful? [flushes] Anyway, sorry. Look, I'm not gonna hurt you...I'm Sam. [thank God Dean isn't here, he'd tease him non-stop for this babble. He blinks at the 'costume' comment] Sorry? [he straightens, reaching for his shirt, feels a slight...tugging?] Wh - [tries to twist around, see] What in the -!
[ooc: oh my god, absolutely <3 I just figure, credit where credit is due, you know? :D]
[She nods somewhat numbly, eyes still wide. What does one say to a... very tall winged man with a gun? Aside from, well, the obvious. She finally lowers her arms that she'd lifted up to guard herself.] I'm Rachel. I-- [Oh, so now he notices.] That's what I was trying to tell you! You have-- I mean, that's not normal, is it?! [Her voice has gone somewhat squeaky. At least she's not the only one seeing them now, but she's not sure if that makes her feel better, or worse.]
[Sam is just...he's trying to wake up properly, breathe right and not panic and call Dean, pray for Cas - while also not scare her even more] No. It isn't normal, Rachel, I - [oh, God] I can you...help me a sec? [he can't get his shirt on and these - they keep hitting him in the face]
[ooc: jfkldj;a /squishes!! also, this is a hilarious mental image, THANK YOU SAM.]
[Oh good, exactly what she needed to hear.] Right, um, here-- [She's also trying very hard not to look at his chest-- which is really, very nice to look at-- while she tries to help him get his shirt over his head, but it doesn't look like it's working. Finally she shakes her head.] I think we might have to cut holes into the shirt to get it to fit over these, um... things.
OOC: it's a cute image, ne? /amused herself, though Sam is blushing/bitch-facing
[smiles] Thanks, I appreciate it. [he doesn't notice her avoidance, he's thinking too hard, a slight crease in his eyebrows as he brushes a hand through his hair. He nods carelessly at the prospect of cutting up his shirts. Needs must] That's fine. Uh...I can rip 'em. [he doesn't want to use the scythe. If she hasn't run yet? She will at that, and he doesn't need security busting in here...given the weight of these and how weird they feel, he won't be flying the coop quick enough to escape...]
[ooc: Poor Sam! The amount of humiliation that poor moose is going through... <3]
[No, no, please don't pull a scythe out, Sam, that... that will really do it. She nods, taking her bag and rifling around in it after she's got it unzipped, pulling out a pair of scissors.] Here, um, I'll help.
[She takes one of his shirts, cutting two slits into it. She can always sew it up again once he's wearing it.] Try this?
[blinks] Oh. That - thanks. [gingerly lifts his arms, frowns as the wings beat. Hey, quit that!
He sighs, stretching up and down. It rips a little with the movement some more, but it'll have to do. At least he's comfortable. He offers her a small, but genuine smile] This is great. Well, I mean - obviously this - [indicates wings] - not so much, but... at least I didn't grow horns? [oh, the irony]
[Rachel would be entirely honest if she were to admit that this is, quite possibly, one of the weirdest things she's ever experienced. But then again, well, it could be worse. She could have them, too. Nodding, she sits down beside him, being careful that she isn't whacked in the head by one of his wings.] Horns would make it look a bit more like a Halloween costume, so in a way, that might be better. Less obvious and easier to hide. You could always wear a hat, but I don't think you can fold these down...
[She won't even ask why the horns came to mind for him. Instead, grateful for the smile he's offering, she reaches out to touch one of the wings, first the feathers, then the upper side of them, where they seem to be stemming from. It's bizarre. They look so real.] What does it feel like?
[glances at her as she sits beside him. She's made of stronger stuff than he gave her credit for, clearly. He smiles at her rationalising and shook his head - stilling abruptly as he felt her hands. Ohhh] Uhm. Sorta...like it's on my skin? It's...I think they're sorta sensitive. [shrugs and they flex with him. He rolls his eyes] I gotta do...somethin' about this.
Well, you certainly can't leave like this. It's... nowhere near Halloween. [She frowns when he mentions their sensitivity, her hand still absently playing with them, as gently as she can muster. Don't mind her, it's just not every day that she encounters someone with wings.] Does it hurt?
[stares for a bit, then chuckles. His dimples make a slight appearance as he ducks his head] Yeah...I can't use that as an excuse. [and he can't stay here. When she leaves - hey] No, it doesn't hurt. Uh...how come...how did you get into my room? [slightly suspicious again...she doesn't seem dangerous, but...]
[He's cute. It's the first thought that really hits her when he laughs, though that expression changes again she quickly, and she frowns, getting the key out of her pocket to show him.] They gave us this room when we checked in. I... honestly didn't expect anyone else to be here. It's just me and my friend Kurt, we came to see New York. We were here just a bit ago for Show Choir Nationals, and we just... needed to come back. [The smile that seems to come over her face when she's talking about this is really, really genuine. Nothing makes her feel wonderful like singing. Back to reality, however, there's a boy in her room with wings. She can't exactly go back and report that at the front desk.]
OOC: Tagger, I leave this to you. :D
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[It wasn't every day that Rachel had herself checked into a room that was already occupied, but seeing the wings made her question whether she was checking into the New York hotel she'd been planning to stay at, or had just walked into Comic Con, but a a slight step closer and a hand onto the base of the... wings seemed to confirm that they were real, seemingly sprouting out of his back. This... could not be real, let alone normal. Swallowing hard, she rounded to the other side of the bed, one hand gingerly placed onto his shoulder, trying desperately not to panic.]
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[makes a soft sound, turns over. Sam is naked from the waist up, which is why he doesn't feel any restriction...and, mm...soft. But the moment he hears that slightly pitched voice, nervous, that touch - the Hunter in him kicks in and he's up on his knees, gun in hand - hey, he takes pointers from Dean. Pillows are a mercy!] Wh - oh. [oh, indeed. His bangs flicker into his eyes and he blinks, staring at the girl] Who - [disorientated]
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[She shrinks back instantly, seemingly leaping to the wall behind her, both hands up to protect herself. First wings, now a gun?] Please don't hurt me, I have a Broadway career to protect! I can't die yet! [Okay, so maybe her priorities are a bit skewed.
Biting her lip, she tries to get her erratic breathing under control again.] I-I just-- I'm really sorry, but they must have given me a room that was already occupied, and I would have just left, but I thought you were wearing a costume, and it turns out you're not, a-and--
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[shit. He holds up both hands, eyes flickering as he catches a few stray feathers floating down. Huh. These pillows aren't even -] No, uh...look. I - this is. You can...never be too careful? [flushes] Anyway, sorry. Look, I'm not gonna hurt you...I'm Sam. [thank God Dean isn't here, he'd tease him non-stop for this babble. He blinks at the 'costume' comment] Sorry? [he straightens, reaching for his shirt, feels a slight...tugging?] Wh - [tries to twist around, see] What in the -!
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[She nods somewhat numbly, eyes still wide. What does one say to a... very tall winged man with a gun? Aside from, well, the obvious. She finally lowers her arms that she'd lifted up to guard herself.] I'm Rachel. I-- [Oh, so now he notices.] That's what I was trying to tell you! You have-- I mean, that's not normal, is it?! [Her voice has gone somewhat squeaky. At least she's not the only one seeing them now, but she's not sure if that makes her feel better, or worse.]
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[Sam is just...he's trying to wake up properly, breathe right and not panic and call Dean, pray for Cas - while also not scare her even more] No. It isn't normal, Rachel, I - [oh, God] I can you...help me a sec? [he can't get his shirt on and these - they keep hitting him in the face]
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[Oh good, exactly what she needed to hear.] Right, um, here-- [She's also trying very hard not to look at his chest-- which is really, very nice to look at-- while she tries to help him get his shirt over his head, but it doesn't look like it's working. Finally she shakes her head.] I think we might have to cut holes into the shirt to get it to fit over these, um... things.
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[smiles] Thanks, I appreciate it. [he doesn't notice her avoidance, he's thinking too hard, a slight crease in his eyebrows as he brushes a hand through his hair. He nods carelessly at the prospect of cutting up his shirts. Needs must] That's fine. Uh...I can rip 'em. [he doesn't want to use the scythe. If she hasn't run yet? She will at that, and he doesn't need security busting in here...given the weight of these and how weird they feel, he won't be flying the coop quick enough to escape...]
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[No, no, please don't pull a scythe out, Sam, that... that will really do it. She nods, taking her bag and rifling around in it after she's got it unzipped, pulling out a pair of scissors.] Here, um, I'll help.
[She takes one of his shirts, cutting two slits into it. She can always sew it up again once he's wearing it.] Try this?
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[blinks] Oh. That - thanks. [gingerly lifts his arms, frowns as the wings beat. Hey, quit that!
He sighs, stretching up and down. It rips a little with the movement some more, but it'll have to do. At least he's comfortable. He offers her a small, but genuine smile] This is great. Well, I mean - obviously this - [indicates wings] - not so much, but... at least I didn't grow horns? [oh, the irony]
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[Rachel would be entirely honest if she were to admit that this is, quite possibly, one of the weirdest things she's ever experienced. But then again, well, it could be worse. She could have them, too. Nodding, she sits down beside him, being careful that she isn't whacked in the head by one of his wings.] Horns would make it look a bit more like a Halloween costume, so in a way, that might be better. Less obvious and easier to hide. You could always wear a hat, but I don't think you can fold these down...
[She won't even ask why the horns came to mind for him. Instead, grateful for the smile he's offering, she reaches out to touch one of the wings, first the feathers, then the upper side of them, where they seem to be stemming from. It's bizarre. They look so real.] What does it feel like?
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