Am I Crazy Now? - RP for smart_alec494
He didn't know why he was still in Seattle, but there was something about this town that dragged you in and didn't let you go. Something in the grit and dirt and shades of gray that drew him in, made him want to stick around and see what was in store, waiting for him around each corner. This was a hell of a town and it certainly fit his mood, dragging him in closer at every chance it got.
Or maybe it was Daisy from the Blowfish who kept dragging him into her apartment.
He wasn't really sure which, but either way, it was a pretty fantastic way to spend your time. And Dean never had qualms about being used for his body and charm. Especially when she didn't mind him snatching her newspaper from time to time. It was how he was justifying sticking around to himself -- he was looking for a job. He had a bit of a hunch that there was something going round in this town, and it was just a matter now of finding it.
Humming lightly to himself as he raided Daisy's fridge, he flipped the morning paper open to the obituaries, biting down on a bit of cold pizza while he scanned the page for anything of interest. He was just about halfway down when something stuck out at him like a sore thumb.
Milton Clayborne.
Wasn't as though he knew the guy or anything of the like, but when a man happens to die the same way that three other people died before him in the exact same place and they all had the last name Clayborne, that screamed as a bit more than a coincidence. And when that bit more of a coincidence happened to have no leads, no obvious murder weapon, and a building with a history of weirdo deaths, that screamed "Spirit." However, this was looking to be more than a one person job, and he didn't exactly have a partner in mind. He thought it over for a minute, before smirking slightly, remembering that skeptical lookalike of his that he had run into a few nights back.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he leaned back in the chair and dialed a number, waiting somewhat impatiently for someone on the other end to pick up the line.
Or maybe it was Daisy from the Blowfish who kept dragging him into her apartment.
He wasn't really sure which, but either way, it was a pretty fantastic way to spend your time. And Dean never had qualms about being used for his body and charm. Especially when she didn't mind him snatching her newspaper from time to time. It was how he was justifying sticking around to himself -- he was looking for a job. He had a bit of a hunch that there was something going round in this town, and it was just a matter now of finding it.
Humming lightly to himself as he raided Daisy's fridge, he flipped the morning paper open to the obituaries, biting down on a bit of cold pizza while he scanned the page for anything of interest. He was just about halfway down when something stuck out at him like a sore thumb.
Milton Clayborne.
Wasn't as though he knew the guy or anything of the like, but when a man happens to die the same way that three other people died before him in the exact same place and they all had the last name Clayborne, that screamed as a bit more than a coincidence. And when that bit more of a coincidence happened to have no leads, no obvious murder weapon, and a building with a history of weirdo deaths, that screamed "Spirit." However, this was looking to be more than a one person job, and he didn't exactly have a partner in mind. He thought it over for a minute, before smirking slightly, remembering that skeptical lookalike of his that he had run into a few nights back.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he leaned back in the chair and dialed a number, waiting somewhat impatiently for someone on the other end to pick up the line.