Man on a Mission
Who; Dean and whoever he runs into in the halls
When; Late evening (near midnight)
Where; Hallways, Basement
What; Dean goes in search of his missing car and hopes to maybe meet more guests.
Dean didn't plan on staying in his room without laying down a salt line, so the hunter poured a thick line of white across the threshold of the doorway and on the stills of his windows. He stashed what little he had in the way of weapons under the mattress of the bed because he had already made some people nervous about being a hunter, and decided to just carry just the basics in personal protection.
"I'm the poster child for parnoia." Dean muttered to himself, setting the mattress down over his knives and handgun. He pocketed the lock-pick set, one silver knife in his boot, and the flask of holy water into his flannel jacket.
The hunter opened the door and peeked out, taking in the hallway before exiting and locking up behind himself. Dean took a moment at the top of the stairs to scan for some sort of fire escape map and after finding none made his approach to the stairs.
Hope Cordelia was kidding about the rooms and stairs moving. He thought. Or finding my car and getting back to my room is going to be a real bitch.
When; Late evening (near midnight)
Where; Hallways, Basement
What; Dean goes in search of his missing car and hopes to maybe meet more guests.
Dean didn't plan on staying in his room without laying down a salt line, so the hunter poured a thick line of white across the threshold of the doorway and on the stills of his windows. He stashed what little he had in the way of weapons under the mattress of the bed because he had already made some people nervous about being a hunter, and decided to just carry just the basics in personal protection.
"I'm the poster child for parnoia." Dean muttered to himself, setting the mattress down over his knives and handgun. He pocketed the lock-pick set, one silver knife in his boot, and the flask of holy water into his flannel jacket.
The hunter opened the door and peeked out, taking in the hallway before exiting and locking up behind himself. Dean took a moment at the top of the stairs to scan for some sort of fire escape map and after finding none made his approach to the stairs.
Hope Cordelia was kidding about the rooms and stairs moving. He thought. Or finding my car and getting back to my room is going to be a real bitch.