[closed/active] I wanna go to the late night double feature picture show

[secondcity_npc]

Characters: Anyone interested in random monster slaying/acts of violence
Location: Blackstone Hotel, Hard Rock Hotel (PLEASE SPECIFY)
Content: Random action. Monster Slaying. Violence. No plot.
Format: Poster's Choice, NPCs will be commentspam for time
Warnings: Violence. And probably more to come.

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[becauseimboring]

"What generator?" Clare asked, "The whole city works on vaguely explained magical properties." Granted she was one of the few people to try and figure out what made the city function, but still it helped to be definite on everything. She rolled her eyes at Dean's description, "Yes, vulgarities aside, I noticed that. I meant anything else."

As the flashlights swept over the darkness to find a pair of red clown shoes Clare took a large step in the opposite direction from it, before she took a few breaths to calm herself. "If the hallway gets extremely cold, that's probably my doing." Clare lingered a hand on her sword's hilt before taking out her knuckle dusters. She still didn't feel ready to use it in a fight, even with the training she's been getting.

[huntingmemory]

"So...somebody interrupted the inversion of the neutron flow?" Who knew where he'd picked that one up, but it seemed about right.

Sam had his flashlight up by his shoulder, making it easier to use as a club if necessary. Or shine in someone's eyes. He drew in a sharp breath as the light caught the large, red shoe and red hair.

"Hey, Dean?" he asked, letting the breath out slowly. "You know how sometimes, you see something and it jogs a memory? And suddenly, you know something you didn't realize before."

He left it a moment before adding, "I just remembered I'm afraid of clowns."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean briefly closed his eyes, and sighed before turning to his brother, "Now? You had to remember that NOW?"

Wasn't that wonderful?

"Extremely cold? Why?"

[secondcity_npc]

[Whatever was skittering has stopped, and the hallway is silent. If the flashlights shine behind the three, they'll find a very happy clown. With very long clawed fingers.]

[becauseimboring]

So... one of the hunters had a fairly common and mundane phobia, who knew? She wasn't going to dwell on it because many people had phobias. And rubbing it in his face now was not helpful. Clare kept her mind on the subject at hand and shining her light toward the hallway in front of them where the the clown was.

"In extremely stressful situations I might have ice powers I don't completely have under control," Clare really wanted to keep this short and sweet, as this wasn't the time, "Its a work in progress."

She had gotten very focused on what was in front of them, when she realized a mistake in this situation, linear movement was not a common trait for monsters. "How often do supernatural creatures manage to get behind you two," she hadn't turned yet, mostly because she wanted to be wrong about this. Also, she was causing a light coating of ice over the walls around them. She was definitely afraid, but right now it was a very natural reaction.

[huntingmemory]

They actually both had common and mundane phobias. It was just that, in this instance, Dean's wasn't likely to come up.

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault how I remember things," Sam shot back, unnerved. None of this was designed to make them feel good. He could accept that. The horror movie atmosphere left something to be desired.

Sam glanced at Clare, then at Dean. "Umm. Well. Not that often." Unless they could appear and disappear at will. That sort of put a damper on things. But one of them was going to have to look, now that Clare had brought it up. Steeling himself, Sam turned, gun in hand--

And promptly scrambled back, out of the killer clown's reach, stifling what could have been a very unmanly scream.

Like Dean was going to let him live down any of this.

[chosenfreedom]

"Pretty often," Dean admitted before he whirled around, bringing his gun up to shoot. Sam won't live down that scream, but that's for after. Right now, he's taking out the creepy clown that's grabbing his brother.

"The ending sucked!" he yelled before firing right at the clown.

[secondcity_npc]

[Said clown advanced, slowly and methodically. Dean's shots jerk it back, but it keeps moving forward. It reaches for Clare with a smile.]

[becauseimboring]

Yeah, clowns didn't normally freak her out. Clowns with extra long fingernails, smiling in the dark slowly advancing on her shrugging off bullets? That did scare her pretty well. Sam's screaming like a girl, stifled or not, wasn't very helpful.

At least Dean was honest about the numbers.

Clare's eyes went wide as the clown decided to reach for her. She stumbled away from it and put her hand out, wanting the thing to go away. She just really wanted him to just go away. Apparently that was the right thought process, as three ice spikes formed between her and the clown. She wasn't sure how she managed that, but it wasn't unwanted. She also stifled an unmanly scream, but it wasn't as embarrassing for Clare as it was for Sam.

[huntingmemory]

The surprise wore off quick enough once Dean started shooting. It allowed him to shake off the worst of the fear and tug Clare back and closer to being behind him. While the ice was useful, he felt better if there was somebody between her and the clown.

"Do you remember how they got rid of him in the movie?" Because Sam was pretty sure he hadn't actually watched it. Or read the book. Ugh, clowns.

He brought up his own gun, squeezing off a couple of shot as well.

[chosenfreedom]

"Wasn't it something lame like the power of love or crap like that? They all had to band together, and I think the chick screwed the guys too?"

Dean aimed for the head, and fired a few more rounds.

[secondcity_npc]

[one of the ice spikes catches the clown in the gut, and it doubles over in shock. A couple of the rounds seem to be more effective than the others, burning holes in the clown's flesh as they hit.]

[becauseimboring]

She needed to calm down, think things through. Monster movies are fiction, while fiction and fact seemed to be a blurry differentiation here there had to be other options for the situation. The ice worked, at least annoyed it, and... Clare narrowed her eyes at the burning around some of the bullet holes.

If she was right, this might even things out. If she's wrong she'd be rushing headlong into a killer movie monster barely armed and barely trained.

Clare rushed forward and put her steel knuckle duster into the gut wound her ice caused. If she was right this would be super effective.

[huntingmemory]

It wasn't that Sam thought that Clare should stay back because she wasn't a fighter. He knew she was smart, though he wasn't sure how much fighting experience she had.

But he barely got his finger off the trigger when she darted out in front of them, jerking the gun up so that he wouldn't fire and hit her accidentally. "Clare!" he shouted, reaching out to pull her back, trusting Dean to have reacted the same way.

He noticed the wounds as well, tallying it up with a soft curse. "Faerie!" he called to Dean. The knives were steel, but it was going to be up to Dean. With Clare and his own gun, Sam's hands were full.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean jerked the barrel of his own gun upward and cursed, "Goddammit Clare!" He tried to get between her and the clown.

"Faerie? We got creepy clown Tink going on?" He shook his head, before grabbing out a steel knife to slash and stab at the clown.

[secondcity_npc]

[The knife catches the clown in the arm, parting skin and flesh like butter while Clare's blow sends it doubling over further in pain. The clown shrieks, a raspy insectile sound, and it reaches out with its good arm at Dean to knock away the knife]