There's nothing nastier than kicking a man when he's down

Apr 01, 2008 20:22

...and a man can't get much lower than John Winchester of late. Being in your own personal Hell, picked out and fitted special for you by one of Hell's top hounds, sort of sticks you at the top of the Bottom ( Read more... )

deerskin, x-23, john winchester, michaelangelo

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cutting_edgex23 April 2 2008, 00:28:44 UTC
X's nostrils flare at the smell of the cigar, among other things.

She looks both startled and wary at the sight of John's new outfit, but she doesn't flinch back.

Not yet, anyway.

Her approach is cautious but not quite silent. Just in case.

Beat.

"Hello."

Is he going to start shooting?

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hunter_legend April 2 2008, 00:55:28 UTC
The shotgun gets lowered, but the smile (though it's not all that nice of a smile) doesn't waver.

"Hello."

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cutting_edgex23 April 2 2008, 01:00:13 UTC
X is not good at evaluating smiles.

It shows.

"You will not shoot people here?"

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hunter_legend April 2 2008, 01:03:58 UTC
"Wasn't planning on it," he said as he put the shotgun to his side. He rolled a shoulder, getting the feel for a body again and one that was dressed pretty funny took even a little longer than the usual switch from old to new. This one's old, but the leather's new.

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cutting_edgex23 April 2 2008, 01:06:01 UTC
"That is good."

She sounds very sure of that.

And her wary look hasn't gone away.

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hunter_legend April 2 2008, 01:09:49 UTC
He just watches her for a moment before heading for the bar.

Nothing else to say, really, and he needs the drink more than words. He screams enough inside his own head that words get a little tiring.

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cutting_edgex23 April 2 2008, 01:13:07 UTC
She keeps a wary half-eye on him as he moves.

Blame the belt.

And the last couple days.

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