[ooc: I hope you don't mind Glee muses? :> your Sam is just... <3]
[It wasn't every day that Rachel had herself checked into a room that was already occupied, but seeing the wings made her question whether she was checking into the New York hotel she'd been planning to stay at, or had just walked into Comic Con, but a a slight step closer and a hand onto the base of the... wings seemed to confirm that they were real, seemingly sprouting out of his back. This... could not be real, let alone normal. Swallowing hard, she rounded to the other side of the bed, one hand gingerly placed onto his shoulder, trying desperately not to panic.]
OOC: /BLUSH. You've seen us around? I don't know Glee at all, I'm afraid, but...what the hey? Lea is pretty cute. >3
[makes a soft sound, turns over. Sam is naked from the waist up, which is why he doesn't feel any restriction...and, mm...soft. But the moment he hears that slightly pitched voice, nervous, that touch - the Hunter in him kicks in and he's up on his knees, gun in hand - hey, he takes pointers from Dean. Pillows are a mercy!] Wh - oh. [oh, indeed. His bangs flicker into his eyes and he blinks, staring at the girl] Who - [disorientated]
[ooc: I HAVE!! And you are SO FANTASTIC, so I thought, what the hell, might as well <3 you should watch Glee! It's a lot of fun, and yes, Lea is very cute! :D]
[She shrinks back instantly, seemingly leaping to the wall behind her, both hands up to protect herself. First wings, now a gun?] Please don't hurt me, I have a Broadway career to protect! I can't die yet! [Okay, so maybe her priorities are a bit skewed.
Biting her lip, she tries to get her erratic breathing under control again.] I-I just-- I'm really sorry, but they must have given me a room that was already occupied, and I would have just left, but I thought you were wearing a costume, and it turns out you're not, a-and--
Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes ∞ 01indestructigirlJuly 2 2011, 19:26:49 UTC
[Just like any other morning, Claire didn't want to wake up. She was comfortable and warm beneath the comforter of the motel bed in which she slept, and for once she wasn't having nightmares. Shifting a bit, she felt her arms brush against something warm and fluffy. She... hadn't gotten one of those fluffy blankets, did she? Her eyes opened and she gasped as she saw white. Lots of white.
Feathers. Feathers?] Woah. What is this? Why are there feathers?
[She sat up, and realized as she felt a tug that the feathers were attached to her. In the form of wings. Instinctively - and partly because she was just waking up and her mind was still sort of hazy - her hand went up to her head, feeling for a halo. There wasn't one, nor were there horns to hold up a potential halo.] This had better be either a telepath or an illusion-maker or something, and it better be turned off, like now. I do not need a pair of friggin' wings to add to my own private freakshow.
Damon Salvatore || The Vampire DiariesmadeherforgetJuly 2 2011, 19:32:43 UTC
[Something felt... off, different. But for now he didn't feel like opening his eyes to find out what exactly. After all, it's not like he isn't used to that feeling most days.]
...oh, we can't be cruel. #2chosehimfirstJuly 2 2011, 19:43:26 UTC
[rolling over onto her stomach, her hair tickles her nose and she reaches up to brush it away, feels something soft...but not fine like Damon's hair...her eyelids flutter open...] What the -!
edward elric ☓ fma: conqueror of shamballa ☓ 01transmutatesJuly 2 2011, 19:34:20 UTC
[ Apparently the universe has a thing for irony, what with bestowing fluffy angel wings to a sinner like him. At least these wings aren't held on by wax. ]
[He's not saying anything, because... he's just looking. At his brother. And his brother's big. fluffy. down. wings. And he is trying oh so hard not to laugh in Ed's face because he knows that it will just piss Ed off more. But... look at those wings!]
y hullo thar!transmutatesJuly 3 2011, 02:21:01 UTC
[ Oh, hey little brother. At least he can manage to look a bit embarrassed, though he's still pretty put out by the whole arrangement. The wings on his back ruffle as he shrugs his shoulders. ]
Wings. What the fuck kinda bullshit is this anyway?
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OOC: Tagger, I leave this to you. :D
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[It wasn't every day that Rachel had herself checked into a room that was already occupied, but seeing the wings made her question whether she was checking into the New York hotel she'd been planning to stay at, or had just walked into Comic Con, but a a slight step closer and a hand onto the base of the... wings seemed to confirm that they were real, seemingly sprouting out of his back. This... could not be real, let alone normal. Swallowing hard, she rounded to the other side of the bed, one hand gingerly placed onto his shoulder, trying desperately not to panic.]
Um. Excuse me?
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[makes a soft sound, turns over. Sam is naked from the waist up, which is why he doesn't feel any restriction...and, mm...soft. But the moment he hears that slightly pitched voice, nervous, that touch - the Hunter in him kicks in and he's up on his knees, gun in hand - hey, he takes pointers from Dean. Pillows are a mercy!] Wh - oh. [oh, indeed. His bangs flicker into his eyes and he blinks, staring at the girl] Who - [disorientated]
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[She shrinks back instantly, seemingly leaping to the wall behind her, both hands up to protect herself. First wings, now a gun?] Please don't hurt me, I have a Broadway career to protect! I can't die yet! [Okay, so maybe her priorities are a bit skewed.
Biting her lip, she tries to get her erratic breathing under control again.] I-I just-- I'm really sorry, but they must have given me a room that was already occupied, and I would have just left, but I thought you were wearing a costume, and it turns out you're not, a-and--
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Feathers. Feathers?] Woah. What is this? Why are there feathers?
[She sat up, and realized as she felt a tug that the feathers were attached to her. In the form of wings. Instinctively - and partly because she was just waking up and her mind was still sort of hazy - her hand went up to her head, feeling for a halo. There wasn't one, nor were there horns to hold up a potential halo.] This had better be either a telepath or an illusion-maker or something, and it better be turned off, like now. I do not need a pair of friggin' wings to add to my own private freakshow.
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[ooc: Wings are poster's choice]
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Oh, this is bullshit!
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Wings. What the fuck kinda bullshit is this anyway?
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You look very... [angelic. He can't say that, Ed will punch him.] ...classical, Brother.
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