→ First Shot [ Voice | Action for Spero ]
[Dean awakens in the middle of the Park, groaning softly and rolling over to cough as he comes to, chest and back aching from being slammed into a tree prior to arrival.]
Sam?
[He croaks softly then glances down as something slides off his chest and lands in the grass with a thump. In front of him is The Colt, the bullets still in the pocket of his jacket and this... DS looking device. He cocks his head as he slowly sits up and looks around, obviously lost. He raises his voice, ]
SAM??
[No response. This doesn't LOOK like the place they were before. No mass grave, no Lucifer, no Sam or anyone else... Where the hell was he? He picks up The Colt first as he moves to sit up, setting it in his lap. Ignoring the prompt to 'use this' he goes for his cell phone instead. It's no surprise there's no signal, so he finally picks up the DS looking thing and flips it open.
To his confusion it works, lighting up almost too cheerily. He pokes around the thing blindly before finally standing up. He brushes himself off, tucks the colt into the back of his jeans and turns his attention back to the weird handheld device.] Alright...
[ Defeated sigh.] Here goes nothing.
[ He hits record and lifts it closer to his face to speak at it. Eyes still up and scanning the park diligently.]
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Sam? Sam can you hear me? Cas? Anyone? Hello?
[ Pausing to wait for a response, treating the thing like a CB radio or something of the like. But the feed shuts off here.]
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Shit. What the hell is this?
[ Looking around some more before he starts walking, trying to find his way out of the park and towards a street or something. Who could have done this? Zachariah? Did Lucifer take Sam? But how would Zach have found them? Maybe it was Castiel? But he wouldn't leave a device... What the hell was going on here? He needed some friggin answers! ]
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[A second recording a few seconds later... Clearing his throat and speaking with impatience.] Okay. I'm using this. Now what?
[Long pause, waiting to hear something.] Can we please cut the crap already? What the hell do you want?
[Another pause, followed by an annoyed sigh and raising his voice. ] Who are you?
((OOC Edit: Forgot to add this. Please check out my permissions post here.))
Sam?
[He croaks softly then glances down as something slides off his chest and lands in the grass with a thump. In front of him is The Colt, the bullets still in the pocket of his jacket and this... DS looking device. He cocks his head as he slowly sits up and looks around, obviously lost. He raises his voice, ]
SAM??
[No response. This doesn't LOOK like the place they were before. No mass grave, no Lucifer, no Sam or anyone else... Where the hell was he? He picks up The Colt first as he moves to sit up, setting it in his lap. Ignoring the prompt to 'use this' he goes for his cell phone instead. It's no surprise there's no signal, so he finally picks up the DS looking thing and flips it open.
To his confusion it works, lighting up almost too cheerily. He pokes around the thing blindly before finally standing up. He brushes himself off, tucks the colt into the back of his jeans and turns his attention back to the weird handheld device.] Alright...
[ Defeated sigh.] Here goes nothing.
[ He hits record and lifts it closer to his face to speak at it. Eyes still up and scanning the park diligently.]
---
Sam? Sam can you hear me? Cas? Anyone? Hello?
[ Pausing to wait for a response, treating the thing like a CB radio or something of the like. But the feed shuts off here.]
---
Shit. What the hell is this?
[ Looking around some more before he starts walking, trying to find his way out of the park and towards a street or something. Who could have done this? Zachariah? Did Lucifer take Sam? But how would Zach have found them? Maybe it was Castiel? But he wouldn't leave a device... What the hell was going on here? He needed some friggin answers! ]
---
[A second recording a few seconds later... Clearing his throat and speaking with impatience.] Okay. I'm using this. Now what?
[Long pause, waiting to hear something.] Can we please cut the crap already? What the hell do you want?
[Another pause, followed by an annoyed sigh and raising his voice. ] Who are you?
((OOC Edit: Forgot to add this. Please check out my permissions post here.))