la la la ovely excited about TWD muses on here~heavenonhighMarch 5 2012, 01:44:18 UTC
[This town has a bar. A stocked bar, Cas can't even begin to believe his eyes. Sure, there are bodies, but well... Given the fact that it's the zombie apocalypse, that's pretty much par for the course. Whatever, he's perfectly content to step around them
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Human!Cas is a-ma-zing!borderhammerMarch 5 2012, 02:20:22 UTC
Andrea had watched from the shadows as the man not only stuffed his bag full of whiskey - her whiskey - but also took a seat and proceeded to make himself right at home as though he had not a care in the world. It probably shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did, but dammit, she'd worked hard sweeping this place clean of walkers and she'd be damned if she was going to let some entitled jerk waltz in and take her stash.
Keeping the man's back at her front, she slowly approached him from behind, making sure to keep her steps light enough so that the only announcement of her presence was the cool press of her gun to the back of his neck. "I do believe that's mine."
Heeee <3 ahaha amazing when he's not stealing people's booze :BheavenonhighMarch 5 2012, 03:40:26 UTC
[In Cas's defense, Dean had told him the area was clear... Which he'd taken to mean clear, of both croates- or 'walkers', as the people here call them- and the living. So really, as far as he'd known, all of the liquor here was fair game.
Fuck.
He jerks at the press of cold metal against the back of his neck, raising both the bottle and an empty tumbler.]
Unless your name is Jim, I don't see your name on it... But if you take that thing off of me I'll pour you one and be on my merry way.
[The last thing he wants is any trouble, and he'll leave without it if he really has to, but dammit... Is a bit of good luck that doesn't come with firearms being brandished at him really so much to ask? He's guessing hitting the town's pharmacy is out of the question now, too. Fuck.
He drops the liquor and the tumbler back onto the bar, but he doesn't turn around just yet. No sudden movements; he doesn't wanna get blown away today.]
She smiled coolly as she leaned to whisper in his ear, causing the gun to press harder into his neck in the process. "Well you thought wrong. And I'll pass on the drink, thanks." Evidently, she had thought wrong herself, as she hadn't seen another person not in her group around these parts for ages. Clearly she was going to have to keep a better eye out, lest there were more where this guy came from.
She stepped to the side, pulling the gun away from his neck but keeping it trained directly at his face. "Mind telling me who you are and how you came to be in my bar?"
[He tenses as she leans closer, pressing her face and that gun way to far into his personal space for comfort... Cas being bothered by closeness? Wonders never cease...]
Suit yourself.
[Personal space invasion or no, she doesn't shoot him, which he's counting as a win, and he sighs, relieved, as she moves the gun away just a hair. It's still in his face, but he'll get over it. Glancing to his side, he takes in her appearance: petite, blonde, tough... Not unattractive, and he would notice something like that with a weapon in his face... Eyeing her warily, he lets his hand curve around his half-empty tumbler, though he doesn't take a drink just yet.]
Name's Cas. [And this is the part where he may have held out his hand and flashed her a charming smile, if this situation didn't involve guns trained right between his eyes. Understandably, he's having some trouble ignoring that in favour of politeness.] My people and I are just passing through, we're looking for someone.
[Technically, something, but he thinks it's probably best
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Her eyes narrow but she slowly pulls the gun away and takes a seat beside him at the bar. Best to keep it close, though, lest this guy - Cas, as he calls himself - decided to do something stupid. "Well, unless your someone had a heavy artillery with them, and knew how to make good use of it, I doubt you're going to find them here. But you're welcome to sift through the pile of corpses out front."
[Relief! He's more than a bit thrilled to have that gun out of his face, and to celebrate, he picks up his tumbler and takes a drink. It's terrible, really, god awful- he hates the stuff- but at this point he's willing to suffer if the end result is forgetting things for a while.
He huffs out a laugh, and if it sounds a bit bitter, well... It's because he's bitter.]
You could say that he fits that description.
[Lucifer considers his demons to be cannon fodder; that's almost like heavy artillery, right? They'd come here on information Dean'd managed to beat out of one of those demons... But Cas is not-so-privately of the opinion that it's a trap of some kind, since they'd also heard from one of Bobby's old contacts in the area of Lucifer's presence here. It'd seemed like too much of a coincidence, but naturally Dean'd insisted on charging in, and so here they are.
He pauses, considering leaving it at that, but decides hey, fuck it, he may as well ask since they're getting all chummy.]Seen anyone strange here lately? Other
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"Strange?" She couldn't tell if the man was serious of trying to make a fool of her. Anything that wasn't strange she could probably count on one finger. Although, to be fair, 'strange' had taken on a whole new definition given the current state of affairs. She sighs and swivels to face the bar. "Aside from you and about a million walkers, no. Nobody strange." Suddenly it dawned on her - he had mentioned he was with a group, yet here he was on his own. Her eyes narrowed slightly, sensing a possible trap. "Where are your people?" Her own weren't too far away, but one could never be too careful.
[He's dead serious, unfortunately. He imagines that things around here would have taken a turn for the stranger than usual if Lucifer and his entourage had rolled through town... He's actually a bit relieved to hear that he's the weirdest thing to hit this place other than the walkers.
...'Walkers'. That really tickles him for some reason. He's heard them called by quite a few names since they'd left camp, but 'walker' has to be his favourite. It's so fitting, might even be more fitting than "croate".
He takes another drink and sets his glass down on the bar, rolling it absently. Honestly, he isn't really sure where Dean and the others had gone. Probably to that pharmacy they'd seen down the road a bit, maybe one or two of the other stores, who knows?]
They're around here somewhere. [Noting her suspicious tone, he adds:] You have nothing to worry about. We're not like some of the groups we've run into out here. We're just passing through, raping and pillaging isn't our style.
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Keeping the man's back at her front, she slowly approached him from behind, making sure to keep her steps light enough so that the only announcement of her presence was the cool press of her gun to the back of his neck. "I do believe that's mine."
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Fuck.
He jerks at the press of cold metal against the back of his neck, raising both the bottle and an empty tumbler.]
Unless your name is Jim, I don't see your name on it... But if you take that thing off of me I'll pour you one and be on my merry way.
[The last thing he wants is any trouble, and he'll leave without it if he really has to, but dammit... Is a bit of good luck that doesn't come with firearms being brandished at him really so much to ask? He's guessing hitting the town's pharmacy is out of the question now, too. Fuck.
He drops the liquor and the tumbler back onto the bar, but he doesn't turn around just yet. No sudden movements; he doesn't wanna get blown away today.]
Thought the place was deserted.
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She stepped to the side, pulling the gun away from his neck but keeping it trained directly at his face. "Mind telling me who you are and how you came to be in my bar?"
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Suit yourself.
[Personal space invasion or no, she doesn't shoot him, which he's counting as a win, and he sighs, relieved, as she moves the gun away just a hair. It's still in his face, but he'll get over it. Glancing to his side, he takes in her appearance: petite, blonde, tough... Not unattractive, and he would notice something like that with a weapon in his face... Eyeing her warily, he lets his hand curve around his half-empty tumbler, though he doesn't take a drink just yet.]
Name's Cas. [And this is the part where he may have held out his hand and flashed her a charming smile, if this situation didn't involve guns trained right between his eyes. Understandably, he's having some trouble ignoring that in favour of politeness.] My people and I are just passing through, we're looking for someone.
[Technically, something, but he thinks it's probably best ( ... )
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He huffs out a laugh, and if it sounds a bit bitter, well... It's because he's bitter.]
You could say that he fits that description.
[Lucifer considers his demons to be cannon fodder; that's almost like heavy artillery, right? They'd come here on information Dean'd managed to beat out of one of those demons... But Cas is not-so-privately of the opinion that it's a trap of some kind, since they'd also heard from one of Bobby's old contacts in the area of Lucifer's presence here. It'd seemed like too much of a coincidence, but naturally Dean'd insisted on charging in, and so here they are.
He pauses, considering leaving it at that, but decides hey, fuck it, he may as well ask since they're getting all chummy.]Seen anyone strange here lately? Other ( ... )
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[He's dead serious, unfortunately. He imagines that things around here would have taken a turn for the stranger than usual if Lucifer and his entourage had rolled through town... He's actually a bit relieved to hear that he's the weirdest thing to hit this place other than the walkers.
...'Walkers'. That really tickles him for some reason. He's heard them called by quite a few names since they'd left camp, but 'walker' has to be his favourite. It's so fitting, might even be more fitting than "croate".
He takes another drink and sets his glass down on the bar, rolling it absently. Honestly, he isn't really sure where Dean and the others had gone. Probably to that pharmacy they'd seen down the road a bit, maybe one or two of the other stores, who knows?]
They're around here somewhere. [Noting her suspicious tone, he adds:] You have nothing to worry about. We're not like some of the groups we've run into out here. We're just passing through, raping and pillaging isn't our style.
[Well, ( ... )
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