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Who I Am Hates Who I've Been :: RP for likely_evil

Jul 02, 2009 23:35

The library was really the only place Lana felt comfortable staying for more than a few minutes. She could only stand to be in isolation for so long, but there was no way she was going to risk mutating anyone any more than she had to. It was perfect: one of the more quiet places in New York, not too crowded, and the desk where she was seated was ( Read more... )

[muse] sam (likely_evil), [rp] sam (likely_evil), [char] clark kent, [style] emo!lana, [ver - sam] chances are, [char] sam winchester, [type] prose, [char] lex luthor

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likely_evil July 3 2009, 04:02:44 UTC

Sam was just like them now. Every time he thought about what he had done... what he had become... disgusted him. And he wasn't even sure if he could go back. How could he go back?

Instead he was in the biggest library on the east coast that wasn't on a college campus, and was deep in the mythology section. He was trying to see if he could reverse what he had done. If there was hope for him.

If he could stop the pain and the hunger he felt deep inside that was barely on the right side of human.

feltalone July 3 2009, 04:19:53 UTC

Lana let her eyes explore the area before a certain man caught her attention. At first, for the smallest moment of time, she thought it was Clark, but Clark wouldn't be there. He was back in Kansas, doing what he did best: saving lives and inspiring the inhabitants of Metropolis as the Red-Blue Blur.

Still, she watched him, a bit amazed at the similarities: the height, the build, the little bit of flannel peeking from underneath his jacket. She had the urge to approach him, but she didn't. She was the last thing he needed.

likely_evil July 3 2009, 05:31:55 UTC

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he ignored it at first, then shifted a bit as he looked at the window in front of him. There was a soft reflection of the room behind him and he looked to see if someone was paying too close attention to him. He didn't need to get caught off guard by a demon while Dean was off blowing some steam.

Then he saw her, watching him. Small, delicate... very pretty. Was her interest in him purely human attraction, or something more? He knew he could make the first move and get the answer quickly, but he also wasn't sure he wanted company.

At least, company that would be nice and gentle and not what he deserved. not after... yeah.

He lowered his head back into the book, thinking she might just go away.

feltalone July 3 2009, 05:55:40 UTC

She chewed on her bottom lip. She should just leave before she did something stupid, like she always seemed to do when left to herself. Of course, there was the issue of forcing herself up out of the chair first. She could be out of there faster than anyone could blink if she would just do it.

She didn't. She just sat there, still watching, still chewing on her lip. Still stupid.

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