- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well. - Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out. - Have fun!
IDEK, but this is some form of cracky-angst? [thinking during a seperation, Standford era, maybe?]wantedtofindherMay 21 2012, 13:00:26 UTC
[he's in the wrong place, wrong time. Story of Clay's life. You'd think, by now he'd realise old, derelict buidlings mean bad news, but in his defense? He thought the commotion inside, the wails, were people not one guy in the centre of a room firing shots into - well, seeing is believing? - dissapitating smoking sparks!] -- Hey!
Bwaha works for me! I'd never seen the movie but knew he was in it. xD Which # did you roll?iustiviriMay 21 2012, 17:15:55 UTC
Son of a bitch!
[Son of a bitch! Well, there goes 'this'll be easy! Just a simple salt n' burn!' theory he had, and man this bitch was a bitch to get rid of. He'd burned her remains already but apparently that wasn't all there was and now he had to find whatever it was she was still attached to -- which wasn't easy when she kept him from going any further into the building.
He fired another shot and for the moment he seemed safe, except for the loud shout coming from behind him. Whirling around, gun raised at his target, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.]
fff...dude, nothing fit, so I cheated - just wanted to tag Dean :3wantedtofindherMay 21 2012, 17:19:39 UTC
[it's loud - shit. Clay grits his teeth, hating both the screeching and the rounds shot off. He tried to keep calm, not meaning to distract crazy dude with the gun - but he could have sworn he saw... recognition in those eyes. Or something.] Stop shooting --!
Even betterrr <3 And you want Dean from Stanford Era? I'm caught up so I can play him from anywhere.iustiviriMay 21 2012, 17:41:01 UTC
What are you doing here? Are you armed?
[Because what? What the hell was Sam doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be...? Shaking his head he walked over to his brother -- this was his brother, right? -- and grabbed him by the arm.]
Let's get out of here before she comes back, I don't wanna have to try to keep both our asses out of trouble.
then you pick - just figured it'd be easier to say that first ^_-wantedtofindherMay 21 2012, 17:46:06 UTC
Hell no, I'm not armed! [he stares at him, scrambling up onto his feet. The knees of his jeans were stained with wet mud where he'd crouched down, watching - god, why didn't he just ignore it and walk on? Clay glanced back over his shoulder, and his expression froze. Wide eyes.] Fuck...
[there - that was impossible. Ha - never thought he'd think that again. He pushes the guy to the side as the sreaming woman descends.]
[okay, well - now it was unmistakable. He lifts one grazed palm, presses to the guys's shoulder making distance between them -] Look, man - I think you're confusing me with someone else. My name's Clay. Not Sam - Clay. Okay? [and as soon as he gets the feeling back in his legs, he is out of here.]
[For now, the ghost seemed to be gone, but he knew it'd be back soon and if he couldn't find what was keeping her here before then they'd need to get the hell outta here until he could come back.]
You hit your head or somethin'? Cause I don't know if you can tell or not, but I'm not laughing.
It's not a joke. [his eyes narrow on the guy - at any other time, he'd accuse him of one.] I'm sorry. [he shakes his head.] I just look like him - Sam, I mean. I guess, but - I'm not. Okay? We need to get out of here before... whatever that was decides to come back.
[This guy had to be pulling one over on him, right? He looked like Sam, sounded like Sam. Everything about him screamed Sam, yet...]
Fine, we'll talk about this outside when we're not in danger of being thrown out a window. C'mon.
[Without waiting Dean headed for the door, glancing around to keep an eye out for the ghost. The door was off it's hinges and he knew the ghost wouldn't follow them out, they were safe out here.]
[Clay tugged the ends of his hoodie jacket together to zip them up as he huffed in the cold air.] Jeez... what was that in there? [he wants answers, gun-guy!]
[Dean gave him a strange look and was starting to piece together that this really might not be his brother. Yeah, didn't act like him at all, but he sure sounded and looked like him. Apparently looks could be decieving.]
It's a ghost. Which is why I'm here. Which if you were my brother, you'd know that already. [Which made him sigh because damn, this kid looked just like Sammy.] So yeah, ghosts are real.
[A grin spreads across his face at that, and then holds up his shotgun.] Normally we find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em. However, sometimes the ghost can get stuck to something left behind. A pendant, a lock of hair their parents kept. Those are considered 'remains' and need to be burnt too to put the spirit to rest.
[He then rests the sawed off against his shoulder.] This here is filled with rounds of rocksalt. Salt... diffuses them, I guess you could say. Which is why she disappeared when I shot her, you saw that, right? Well, she's still bound to something in that house and she is pissed cause I'm trying to find it.
[both his brows raise, and Clay can feel his lips quirk into a smile. This guy clearly.. knows what he's talking about, but it's the relish with whcih he describes the process that makes him smile. Like he enjoys it. He nods -] Uh. Yeah. I think so - sort of hate guns, so...
[a mental shake.] Okay - so you're looking for, what? Something of hers that... she left, like an heirloom?
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[Son of a bitch! Well, there goes 'this'll be easy! Just a simple salt n' burn!' theory he had, and man this bitch was a bitch to get rid of. He'd burned her remains already but apparently that wasn't all there was and now he had to find whatever it was she was still attached to -- which wasn't easy when she kept him from going any further into the building.
He fired another shot and for the moment he seemed safe, except for the loud shout coming from behind him. Whirling around, gun raised at his target, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.]
Sammy?
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[Because what? What the hell was Sam doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be...? Shaking his head he walked over to his brother -- this was his brother, right? -- and grabbed him by the arm.]
Let's get out of here before she comes back, I don't wanna have to try to keep both our asses out of trouble.
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[there - that was impossible. Ha - never thought he'd think that again. He pushes the guy to the side as the sreaming woman descends.]
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Sam! [Another round fires off and the ghost dissipates moments before reaching his brother, the shot undoubtedly loud as it whizzes past.]
Jesus, you don't just stand there! Don't you have any salt?! I swear to god -- I know you're smarter than this.
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[For now, the ghost seemed to be gone, but he knew it'd be back soon and if he couldn't find what was keeping her here before then they'd need to get the hell outta here until he could come back.]
You hit your head or somethin'? Cause I don't know if you can tell or not, but I'm not laughing.
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[This guy had to be pulling one over on him, right? He looked like Sam, sounded like Sam. Everything about him screamed Sam, yet...]
Fine, we'll talk about this outside when we're not in danger of being thrown out a window. C'mon.
[Without waiting Dean headed for the door, glancing around to keep an eye out for the ghost. The door was off it's hinges and he knew the ghost wouldn't follow them out, they were safe out here.]
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It's a ghost. Which is why I'm here. Which if you were my brother, you'd know that already. [Which made him sigh because damn, this kid looked just like Sammy.] So yeah, ghosts are real.
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[he looks back at Dean, biting his lip. Notice he isn't freaking out too much now it's sunk in.] Alright - so how do we kill it.
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[A grin spreads across his face at that, and then holds up his shotgun.] Normally we find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em. However, sometimes the ghost can get stuck to something left behind. A pendant, a lock of hair their parents kept. Those are considered 'remains' and need to be burnt too to put the spirit to rest.
[He then rests the sawed off against his shoulder.] This here is filled with rounds of rocksalt. Salt... diffuses them, I guess you could say. Which is why she disappeared when I shot her, you saw that, right? Well, she's still bound to something in that house and she is pissed cause I'm trying to find it.
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[a mental shake.] Okay - so you're looking for, what? Something of hers that... she left, like an heirloom?
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