WHO: Dean Winchester (rotisseriedean), Kaylee (gotcouplings), and random people? WHAT: The hunter welcomes another pair of breasts to the island. WHERE: Harbor. WHEN: Afternoon.
While waiting on the dock, Kaylee found herself preoccupied with observing the ships on the see. Not many people used actual boats anymore. In fact, the only sea-faring boats she'd really ever seen were on the larger central planets, such as Bellerophon. Those boats were almost never used.
She dug her hands into her pockets out of habit, but frowned at how uncomfortably empty they were. There was no wrench, no screwdriver, not even a bolt. Just perfect--no crew, no belongings. What a place.
So she sat on the dock and scanned over the beach, searching for the leather jacket that was Dean. It took him a while, but she finally spotted what she hoped was him approaching, and stood to wave an arm at him.
There was a small handful of disoriented people standing around and trying to find their way. Dean could not blame them. They were chucked out of a big boat and on to a Victorian island. The weather was not a very cheerful welcome present either. It was raining daily in Rivelata now. Thankfully, it was only drizzling by the time Dean stopped by the docks.
About a dozen people and his brilliant deduction skills would say that the girl waving at him was probably Kaylee. He smiled, waving back, and walking up to the chick.
She was cute like her profile picture. Very wholesome, but with a certain spark to her. The clothes looked like they belonged to a tomboy, but that added to her personality.
"The one and only." He broke the handshake and motioned for her to follow him. Dean adjusted his leather jacket, and stepped off the dock. He looked over his shoulder at the gal to make sure she was following.
The sky was looking murky and dull again which meant it was going to rain soon.
"Do you want me to drop you off at an inn or -- ?" My place even if it was crammed with two women already.
With an inward curse at her not keeping money on her person--not that it would have mattered, seeing the empty state of her pockets--Kaylee followed him.
She shrugged a little as she stepped off the deck. What kind of currency did they use here? Maybe she should ask about somewhere she could stay and work for a room....
"How much're inns runnin'?" she asked after a moment. She could at least get a feel for the place...
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She dug her hands into her pockets out of habit, but frowned at how uncomfortably empty they were. There was no wrench, no screwdriver, not even a bolt. Just perfect--no crew, no belongings. What a place.
So she sat on the dock and scanned over the beach, searching for the leather jacket that was Dean. It took him a while, but she finally spotted what she hoped was him approaching, and stood to wave an arm at him.
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About a dozen people and his brilliant deduction skills would say that the girl waving at him was probably Kaylee. He smiled, waving back, and walking up to the chick.
She was cute like her profile picture. Very wholesome, but with a certain spark to her. The clothes looked like they belonged to a tomboy, but that added to her personality.
Cute girl? Check.
"Kaylee?" He asked, holding out his arm for her.
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Not too bad, by the look of him--possibly a bit of a flirt, the way he moved his eyes to the women around. He was sturdy, at least.
Kaylee grinned as he walked over. "That's what most people tend to call me," she replied, taking his hand to shake it firmly. "You're Dean, yeah?"
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The sky was looking murky and dull again which meant it was going to rain soon.
"Do you want me to drop you off at an inn or -- ?" My place even if it was crammed with two women already.
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She shrugged a little as she stepped off the deck. What kind of currency did they use here? Maybe she should ask about somewhere she could stay and work for a room....
"How much're inns runnin'?" she asked after a moment. She could at least get a feel for the place...
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