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On the Edge of Oblivion [Open]

Jul 14, 2009 19:04

Down in the city, Lyta Alexander stood with her arms gently folded across her chest staring at the unimposing structure in front of her: the clock house. It was a small shack, remarkable only in how it stood out in blatant contrast to the more magnificent buildings that surrounded it. Constructed of metal that was now rusting out, it was ( Read more... )

dean winchester, lyta alexander, !location: the clockhouse, dr mcninja

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wantstobebatman July 16 2009, 00:42:49 UTC

Doc hadn't had much chance to explore the city yet so he'd really just been wandering, but spotting Lyta staring down the broken down clock house pulled him off course just a little. The plan had been just for a cursory look around, before, but he was still trying to get a handle for all of the crew's names and faces and... well it was mostly that she looked kind of unsettled.

The expression on her face was one he'd seen many times, but usually on patients who had just received bad news. Mind reeling a thousand miles a minute and no real attention on the present.

He cleared his throat a little before stepping to close.

"Hi."

lytaalex July 16 2009, 01:01:33 UTC

"Hi," Lyta answered, her expression softening as she glanced over her shoulder at the man as he approached. She recognized him from the crew meetings but couldn't recall his name at the moment.

"You know, I don't think we've officially met. I'm Lyta," she said, extending her hand to him.

wantstobebatman July 16 2009, 01:05:56 UTC

He gave her a smile back, taking her hand and shaking politely, his standard soothing 'you can trust me, I'm a doctor' handshake (as opposed to the 'I'm a ninja and I'll kill you in your sleep' handshake).

"Dr. McNinja. Call me Doc." he said. "Got a lot on your mind? You were looking pretty thoughtful there a minute ago."

lytaalex July 16 2009, 01:13:28 UTC

She smiled at his greeting but turned her gaze back to the decrepit building in front of her when he inquired about her pensive expression. "Yeah, I suppose you could say that," she admitted with a nod.

"I guess I'm just a little worried...about the crew."

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pie_bitches July 17 2009, 01:56:22 UTC

Dean's got no idea what the clock house represents, because he wasn't here for the main event. And that's not the reason he's down here, either, not that he really even knows that much. Dean has taken to exploring the ship more thoroughly, looking for every part of it that he could possibly use to his advantage. The trial was coming soon, and Dean was preparing.

But he sees a familiar face in his exploration, so he pauses, coming to a stop at her side.

"Hey there. Long time no see," Dean remarks. And it has been. They've only really met once, officially.

lytaalex July 17 2009, 02:00:42 UTC

Turning at the sound of his voice, Lyta watches Dean as he approaches, offering him a warm--if troubled--smile.

"Hello, Dean," she said. Of course, she knew who he was. With as much time as she had spent inside Sam's mind, trying to keep him from allowing himself to slip away into a permanent coma or even death, it was hard to forget him.

"How's your brother?"

pie_bitches July 17 2009, 02:05:57 UTC

Dean's not about to forget her either, considering all she did for Sam. He owes her a thanks that he never got to say, but he's not sure how to do it. Maybe it'll work itself into the conversation.

"Idiot got himself locked up," Dean replies, rolling his eyes. "He's starving himself for politics, or something. But other than that, he's alright."

lytaalex July 17 2009, 02:10:37 UTC

"Starving himself?" Lyta echoed, obviously surprised.

"I heard that they'd detained him but.... What you mean he's starving himself? Why?"

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