and another one gone

[steel_singer]

Bobby Singer was carryin' a goddamn Louis Vuitton carry-on bag and a Gucci purse.

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[1000_cranes]

If she was honest, Charlie was more than sick of the rain. She was huddled in one of Ianto's coats and her plastic boots, the jeans that she'd arrived in, blood stains and all. Wasn't the water for bare legs. Wasn't the weather at all. When she saw Bobby on the path ahead of her, she managed a smile, her red hair straggling hopelessly around her face.

"Didn't expect to see you out here, Old Man," she said, cheerfully. "I must like some kinda drowned rat."

[steel_singer]

"Didn't expect to be out here," Bobby replied, lookin' up at the familiar sound of Charlie's voice. "I stopped by to check on a - on someone I knew from back home, found out she disappeared." He didn't think Bela exactly qualified as a friend.

[1000_cranes]

"Oh, shit."

Charlie had never been good at hiding her emotions, and there was a look of sympathetic sorrow right there for a moment while she hurried to close the gap between them.

"Oh, Bobby. I'm so sorry. Here. Let me carry some of that."

[steel_singer]

"I got it," he said immediately, then softened slightly. "I just - thanks, though." He wasn't sure why, but he needed to carry them.

"Why doncha come with me, though, get in outta this rain."

[unbound_vala]

I had an umbrella and an apple. What more could I possibly need? Don't answer that...I've never been a simple-pleasure, live-within-my-means sort of girl. Perhaps that's why the sight of a man I'd seen at that party carrying baggage that I'd seen in Glamour caught my attention.

"Hello," I said, doing my best to be friendly as I stepped in front of him to block his way. I didn't have much to say beyond hello...it's just so hard to meet people when you're not trying to steal their things.

"I'm Vala," I added. It wasn't so much that he looked like he cared as the fact that I like my name and more people should know it.

[steel_singer]

Bobby stopped as his path was blocked, liftin' his head slightly, the brim of his cap blockin' his face from the rain. "Are you now," he said flatly, his expression guarded. "Bobby Singer," he added, figurin' he could at least give her his name, even though the way she'd stopped him had him wonderin' what her game was.

[unbound_vala]

I lifted the umbrella to shield us both and fairly beamed. Adaptable, that's what Daniel had reminded me I was. I hadn't planned on doing anything but wandering today, but I imagined that any opportunity would prove useful in figuring out who I wanted to be as long as I was stuck here.

I've always been good at working my way through with the barest of plans.

"Nice to meet you, Bobby Singer," I replied, turning to walk the same direction. I was not going to carry his luggage. "Are you moving to a new hut? It's an awful day for moving."

[steel_singer]

Her smooth charm and confident air put Bobby to mind of Bela, and he hefted the bags slightly. "These ain't mine," he explained gruffly as they walked. "Belong to someone I know who disappeared."

[witches_hammer]

Somehow, in the rain, Ruby looked as unruffled as ever. Her hair slicked back into a sleek ponytail, rain glistening on the polished leather of her cropped jacket and her heeled boots exchanged for something a little more rugged. She hadn't bothered with an umbrella. A little rain never hurt anyone.

"Nice bag."

[steel_singer]

"It matches my wheeled luggage," Bobby deadpanned, drops of rain dripping off the brim of his hat. He didn't figure Ruby'd care much, but he told her anyhow. "Bela's gone."

[witches_hammer]

"And it looks like you hit the jackpot," she smirked, arms folded across her chest as she stood tall and seemingly indifferent to the weather and to the news, "She goes back to that ticking clock and it's Christmas come early for you. Funny how the world works."

[steel_singer]

Bobby didn't want to think about what Bela'd gone back to. He was all too goddamn aware of what she'd gone back to. "Funny how Santa seems to think I wanted beauty products and women's clothing for Christmas," he said flatly.

[off_the_ceiling]

Jess hadn't known Bobby Singer for long, but it'd been long enough for her to know that Bobby Singer carrying a designer purse wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence.

"I'd blame your accessories on the clothing box," she said, crossing his path on the boardwalk and pacing herself to walk alongside him, "but that look on your face says otherwise."

[steel_singer]

Bobby looked up at the sound of someone falling into step next to him, and his gritty expression softened slightly when he saw who it was. "The t-shirts that say things like 'Old Guys Rule' you can blame on that clothes box," he said with a wry smile. "These bags you can blame on the island, for makin' someone else disappear."

[off_the_ceiling]

Jess couldn't blame him for looking pretty down over that. "They've told me about that," she said, "but I haven't lost anybody yet." And God willing she never would. "Who was it?"

[steel_singer]

"Someone from the same place we come from," he said. "Girl by the name of Bela Talbot. She was about the same age as you and Sam. He mighta mentioned her."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua was in a bright yellow rain slicker and boots, garish purple flowers covering both. She was walking fast from her house toward the Compound. When she caught up with Bobby she huddled up next to him, tipping her umbrella over both their heads, never missed a step.

"Hey, Bobby," she said like she didn't just accost him with her umbrella, "nice weather we're having, isn't it?"

[steel_singer]

Fortunately, Bobby saw that it was Angua before she came right up against him, otherwise she mighta been starin' down the barrel of the Colt. As it was, he just let out a dry laugh. "Guess that depends on whether you like the rain."

[loaded_wolf]

"I suppose I don't mind rain, just in small doses," Angua said, glancing down to give his bags a curious look. "I don't think today's the best day to move, Bobby."

[steel_singer]

"Not movin'," he replied, glancing over at her. "Someone I know disappeared. Not really anyone else around to care about or claim what she left behind."