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crownedwithfire in secondcityrpg

Painfully generic cafe, meet less generic hunters.

Apr 16, 2011 20:40

Characters: Hellboy and the Winchester Boys, anybody who wants to happen by the cafe in the Blackstone.
Location: Blackstone Hotel
Content: Discussion of Chicago's insanity, general meet and greet.
Format: Prose
Warnings: None

( Not the bar, because he's trying to stay sober. )

[character] hellboy, [character] arthur, [character] dean winchester, [character] sam winchester

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chosenfreedom April 17 2011, 02:47:22 UTC

Dean glanced at Sam after yelling at him to haul ass up in their room earlier before they made their way downstairs. He scanned the cafe as he walked in. Dude said he was a big guy, but he stopped in his tracks. His hand went to his gun as he tensed up at seeing the BIG red guy munching a sandwich. And something about his appearance was giving the hunter disturbing reminders.

He traded a look with his brother, silently communicating to be ready.

huntingmemory April 17 2011, 02:56:27 UTC

Dean said to haul ass. Sam flipped him off...and had gotten moving. It was totally different. Really.

And this was one place where the amnesia was either annoying or really nice, because there weren't any reminders for Sam when he looked at the big red guy. Just...a moment of complete and utter 'what the ever-loving fuck?'. Still, he took his cues from Dean and shifted his shirt and jacket, making sure he had a clear draw for his gun and knife both.

Then he cleared his throat, to catch the guy's attention and let him make the first move. Assuming he was, after all, a real person.

crownedwithfire April 17 2011, 02:59:30 UTC

Well, these two are friendly.

Immortality aside, Hellboy hasn't lived this long not knowing how people move and react. He lifts his smaller hand, gives a little wave and gestures. There's empty seats.

"Hey," is all he says, in a voice so deep and resonant that it's almost more felt then heard. "I'm Hellboy. We talked over text, I'm guessing?"

chosenfreedom April 17 2011, 03:04:40 UTC

Dean's hand didn't move from his gun, but he tilted his head to stare more at him.

"Seriously, you call yourself Hellboy, and you're a Hunter?" Another puzzled glance to Sam with 'you believe this shit?' Then again, somebody could have legitimately given his younger brother the same nickname for somewhat similar reasons.

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a_red_die April 17 2011, 02:53:08 UTC

Arthur walked into the cafe looking to get something to eat. It had been a while since he'd engaged in a normal meal and with his lingering hangover that proved this place to be real he figured he needed to start feeding himself regularly.

It was only a minor surprise to see the comic and movie character Hellboy sitting at a table. After Fluttershy Arthur wasn't sure much in the way of new residents was going to surprise him.

He raised an eyebrow and gave a polite nod to the larger man.

crownedwithfire April 17 2011, 03:04:14 UTC

Hellboy would be pleased to know that he is secondary in weirdness to a talking technicolor pony, truly.

He gives the man a nod. "Evenin'," he rumbles, voice deeper then Ron Perlman could manage.

a_red_die April 17 2011, 03:09:31 UTC

"Good evening." Arthur gets some tea and a grilled sandwich of his own before returning.

"Mind if I sit down? I saw your message go out earlier about seeking information. I'm Arthur."

crownedwithfire April 17 2011, 03:14:12 UTC

"Certainly," says Hellboy, gesturing to the table. He didn't know the guy from Adam, but figured for now he'd roll with who came by. He wasn't afraid of most people being able to hurt him around here, what with the supposed protections on the Blackstone, but he was still interested in meeting people -- and getting info. "I'm Hellboy."

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