Sam Winchester lingered outside long after most of the others had returned to the hotel's cooler, more comfortable interior. He had just stood there looking out at the desert that seemed endless, but that none of them could ever seem to fully reach during that little "walk-out" attempt ( Read more... )

Lilo was sitting in the lobby. She had a bowl of cut pineapple beside her, and her legs tucked under her dress. She was reading a book on dermatological conditions, and every now and then would dogear one of the glossy pages. She read quietly to herself, from time to time plucking a bit of fruit and munching on it. Only a few times did she have ( Read more... )

(OOC: Continues from here, everyone who walked away walked far enough that they could no longer see the hotel behind them (assume like half an hour), then a few minutes later, saw it looming again in the distance ahead of them. So we were basically gone about an hour, and everyone ends up right back where they started)

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Oh, the bars ( Read more... )

At 11:55 on Wednesday, Jack was ready to move. He was armed, equipped with his cellphone, his wrist-comp and a bottle of water, and stood outside the Hotel, waiting to see who'd join him. The plan was simple, straightforward, easy enough to execute...and it might just work.

He checked his watch again. At noon sharp, he'd start walking. Even alone.

Jack had heard that when a guest wished for things, they appeared. Big things. Little things. Pretty much anything other than a means of escape. Since escape was the only thing Jack had wished for in the beginning, he hadn't experienced this wish fulfillment thing for himself. He had now accepted that escape was not going to happen quickly so he ( Read more... )

Alice felt like shit for what she'd said to Wilson. Breaking the heart of someone you knew was one thing, but doing it to someone she barely knew made her feel like shit. She was drinking a weak screwdriver at the bar, a book of Tolstoy's short stories open in front of her. Guilt ruined her willpower, and she had a half-full pack of cigarettes ( Read more... )

Ellie was seated in the dining room, in front of her a plate piled high with vegetables and steak. Both things she'd seriously missed in the past year. Despite everything, she rather enjoyed eating her fill. Again, something she hadn't much of a chance to do since the invasion ( Read more... )

"Ash, if you so much as think about puttin' your lips to that tap I'll blister your lily-white ass." The Roadhouse's Matriarch/Owner warned her live-in customer as she left the bar room to get more pretzels and peanuts from the back. It sounded terrible-harsh, but she was actually in a better mood than usual, considering the post had come that day ( Read more... )

The last rays of the setting sun were red behind her closed eyes, soon it would be dark, not like it mattered, nothing really mattered when you thought about it.  Everyone was so busy trying to find their way out of here, but she didn't care. Why should she? She had nothing to leave for. Nothing and no one waiting for her, no one that cared about ( Read more... )