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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Feb 21, 2012 16:00:23 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color]  ----------------------------[/size][/color] He stared up at the window, his eyes watching the scene in front of him in an emotionless manner. He had been back for only a few days and yet somehow he had found himself drawn here. He didn’t know what was the matter with him, well, he knew something was as he had been in hell but it was something more. Something had happened to him but he didn’t know what. It didn’t matter however, he had come to see his brother and for the first time in what felt like his entire life he was seeing him in the role he was meant to be.
He watched as Dean helped Lisa with dinner and they sat together with Ben down at the table. He watched his brother act like the man of the house…in a way that’s what he had always been. Even as a child Dean had been the one to take care of his younger brother…and he was never sure that he actually thanked him for it. It didn’t matter…Dean had done what he said he was going to do…he had gotten out. He had found a way to get out of the hunting life, which had been his only promise to his brother. It didn’t matter even if he didn’t keep his promise, Sam simply didn’t care.
It was time for him to get going. He had work to do. He wasn’t tired, he hadn’t been tired since he had gotten out of the cage. Sleep was inconsequential to him and he didn’t feel like he need to waste his time when there were demons to hunt. He took one more look at the scene in front of him before turning his back, never noticing the light above him flashing and burning out as he walked by. He jumped into his Dodge Charger that he had recently acquired and drove off towards the family he had recently found out about.
He was a basic man now…his life had changed him. He had two basic needs. Hunting and Sex…
Sometimes not in that order.
Sam sighed, thinking of when he had first come from the cage. He really didn’t understand at that time what happened though now he knew he had been brought back without a soul. Thankfully the love of his life, Jessica, had made it possible for him to be whole again…but it was still a very strange feeling to know that he had walked around for over a year without something that was vital to who he was. He hated knowing that he had done things, said things, acted on things that before he would have never considered…but that was just the way things were apparently.
He knew that eventually Dean would start looking for him so he sighed and headed back the way he came from…he’d hunt the vampire with his brother later…right now he needed some sleep.
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Post by sbennison on Feb 24, 2012 7:29:39 GMT -6
So Sarah had never really been that close to her dad. Talking about his death and just generally what had happened to him didn't really bother her, not too any length, or especially too any point where she was going to get all emotional and cry about it, or something ridiculous to that affect. But, you know, he was still her father, and that did mean something to her. She had kind of secretly admired him as she'd gone a bit downhill, so to say, and the fact that he was fine with letting her dye her hair whatever, cut it however, get piercings, and generally do with her body whatever the hell that she wanted. Her mother would have killed her at even the suggestion - needless to say, she hadn't been pleased when she'd come home with it, but she'd been so consumed with that her ex was dead in the first place and assumed, naturally, that she and her brother were going to be blubbering messes, she hadn't said a word. Nice, but she didn't expect it to last.
Nonetheless, she did feel the need to visit him on an occasion. He had been buried with his mother and half-sister in Richmond, so it definitely wasn't that much of a drive and hassle to go out and see him in the only way that she could anymore. Because well, she did need someone to talk to. There wasn't exactly anyone that she really trusted with this kind of thing. Most of her friends had been obnoxious and ditzy and ditched her once she'd basically gone crazy by their standards, but they weren't even people she would have considered sharing it with in the first place. Family wasn't much of an option - her brother had a mouth that wouldn't close for more than five seconds, and she fully believed that her mom would have thrown her in some mental institution for the rest of her life if she went around blabbing like that. So, her father seemed like a pretty good choice. The dead couldn't talk, after all.
So she had found herself sitting in front of his grave, short legs outstretched and hands clasped tightly in front of her. There was a small bit of lingering, annoying guilt when it came to his death. Sarah had seen it before it had happened, there could have been something she could have done to stop it, right? That was the logic that she held for her it, and well, it was driving her crazy, because it just made her feel worse about her. "I'm sorry, I could have done something," She muttered, pressing her lips in a thin line. The sound of footsteps happened to catch her attention, drawing her eyes away from her father's name and glancing around to see who else was there. She saw a dark-haired, much taller man, with an air of vague familiarity. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she couldn't help but stand up, at least a foot shorter than him, and brush some dirt off of her jeans.
Okay, so maybe her father wasn't the only reason she came here. Admittedly, she had seen a vision, but she had recognized the cemetery, one of the few times she could actually tell where it was. And this was the third time this week she had come here since seeing it. She was sick and tired of the visions, so she'd set out to see it play out, even though she'd only gotten a two or three second preview of a fight... with this man in it, maybe? It was confusing to keep track of everything that seemed to happen in her mind, and definitely to keep the difference between what was real and what was just in her mind. "Uh, hi," She said after a moment, biting down on her lower lip.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Feb 24, 2012 16:49:44 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] He groaned as he was thrown over the headstone. Alright, so he was officially annoyed. He hadn’t heard the vampire come up behind him and now his back hurt. Sonofabitch, he was getting to old for this. Okay, so that was a lie. He was still relatively young to be a hunter and his dad had done this for about twice as many years as Sam himself had, so he knew he wasn’t actually getting old, but after everything him and his brother had been with something he definitely felt many years older than his actual 25 years of age.
This was one of those time that he wished Dean had been hunting with him. He would be the first to admit that fighting vampires wasn’t his favorite past time simply because it took him not too long to remember that they had been human once. Sure most black eyed demons had as well (that he hadn’t known until Ruby told him and Dean that) but they were in hell and then came out of hell as demons. Vampires had simply been humans in the wrong place at the wrong time and had ended up getting bitten. The same went for werewolves. Both of whom Sam wasn’t a huge fan of hunting and killing simply because it felt like murder. He would do it obviously as it was his job…but it wasn’t something that he at all enjoyed.
Granted, if you enjoyed being a hunter there was something most likely seriously wrong with you. Sam had given up hope that he would have a wife and kids someday…something that he had always seen himself having…especially when he was with Jess. After Jess had been killed he thought that maybe, just maybe he would find someone else, though no one would ever take her place. However after being in the game for as many years as he had, he knew he’d never get out.
He remembered how he was raised and refused to do that to any other children. Him and Dean were raised like warriors and he would never take anyone else’s childhood away like his had been taken from him. He didn’t blame his dad anymore, not really, though he still did wish his father had done things differently…however he understood where his dad was coming from and the position he was in. Sam never wanted to be put in that position and he refused to do so if he absolutely could help it.
Sam shook his head and went after the vampire again, knowing he had to get this damn thing dead so he could go back to the hotel…he was tired and wanted to get some sleep. He quickly caught up with it and staked it, thankfully.
He was surprised when a voice startled him. She simply said hi. “Uh…Hi?” He stated, not really quite sure what she had seen but knowing he had to figure that out. Looks like he wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon.
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Post by sbennison on Feb 25, 2012 11:19:45 GMT -6
The fight itself wasn't something that she had seen much of - on the physical realm, at least, she thought. It had just been playing over in her mind, regardless of whether or not her eyes had actually been open and occasionally glancing around. It might not even happen tonight, or it could have happened later in the evening or something. She didn't know, but you know, the thoughts were hard ones to sustain in her mind. Half of the time she swore she was crazy for the things that she saw so frequently, and well, they weren't things that she wanted to accept and Sarah definitely did not want to think that she was crazy. She just wanted to be normal, again, get back into competitive cheer and attempt to pass all of her classes, completely normal teenage girl stuff. That wasn't too much to ask for, right?
Sarah rubbed beneath both of her eyes, glancing at her fingers out of habit to make sure that she hadn't messed up any of her eyeliner. Some habits like narcissism about her make-up were hard to drop, even after what all she'd seen. Needless to say - it was quite a bit darker than it had been years before, nonetheless. What she saw had changed too much out of her, in her own opinion. Two years ago, nose piercings and heavy make-up was just gross and totally like, gothic to her. And now that was exactly what she had become. It was funny, how life seemed to work like that. Taking everything that she had ever known and believed in and twisting it around right back against her. It sucked, to say the least. She would have just gone back to a snobby and ignorant life style. It wouldn't have gotten her far, probably, but it would have been a lot easier to deal with than all of this crazy shit.
Running a hand through her wavy hair and pushing it out of her face, Sarah wasn't sure what she was supposed to say. A small furrow appeared between her brows - this tall man was definitely the one that she had seen in her little vision. Damn. She'd been too lost in her own thoughts though to really notice if it had happened already or not. Yeah, she'd heard a bit of a raucous around her, but she hadn't gotten herself to pay attention or to really try and figure out what was going on. There was more on her mind - though maybe everything that she had seen again hadn't been in her head. For a brief moment she was at loss for words, though managed to quickly recover. "Um, what are you doing here?" So maybe not the brightest question in the world or whatever, but it filled the awkward silence, and that was something.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Feb 26, 2012 9:43:20 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] Sam groaned when he realized that the vampire had recovered and he had lost his stake. The vampire in front of him held it up with a toothy grin. Looking for this? This was definitely not his night…that was for certain. Ever since he had gotten his soul returned to him thanks to the inner workings of his long lost love Jessica he seemed to have a harder time hunting, which was something that his brother constantly liked to make fun of him about. It wasn’t that his strength had receded or that he had suddenly lost his ability to think and act like a hunter…no it was something different.
He had his memories of his time without a soul and they haunted him. He had done things, killed things without mercy, and said things that he wished he could forget. With that being said he was having a harder time dealing with killing things that he didn’t understand. Vampires had been humans once and even though they weren’t anymore, it still hit him at times that he was essentially killing a former human being…and it gutted him. Dean was happy about his of course because it meant that he had his conscience back…but he sometimes wished he could get over it.
He was glad that he had his soul back of course. The things that he had done, the way that he had acted and the things that had come from his mouth to those that he cared about were atrocious and he wouldn’t wish his soulless self on anyone…but it still hit him that there were times that he wished he could simply shut off the part of him that felt like he did and just do the job that his life had dealt him.
Luckily once the vampire had been disposed of but now he had a girl in front of him. A girl he didn’t know and was looking at him like he was a bit crazy. Her question caught him off guard and for a moment he couldn’t think of what to say. So instead of answering like the seasoned hunter he was he answered like a moron. “What do you think I’m doing out here?” He asked, then rolled his eyes. God he needed sleep.
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Tag:: Sarah Benninson
Outfit:: Click for Sam’s outfit
Note:: Sorry this was short and sort of random. I’m leaving to go out of town tomorrow so I’m trying to get completely caught up before I leave.
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Post by sbennison on Feb 27, 2012 17:43:53 GMT -6
Okay, so was there just like no such thing as being normal anymore? She'd got it by now - she was going to back a bunch of little freaky, violent visions going on whenever the hell they felt like, and nearly make her want to bash her head into a brick wall. Yeah, excruciating pain and a bunch of less than pleasant images that she could have gone her whole life blissfully without ever needing to see them whatsoever. That choice had definitely been taken away from her, so yeah, she was going to be a bit bitter about it. She was a teenager, damn it, and she was prone to go on one of those little tangents about no one understanding her and having no control over her life, but with all of this crazy batshit going on, then yeah, she had a hell of a good reason to. And this was only just another example of all of the craziness.
And all of the internal monologue and ranting had her at a bit of a loss for words where you know, other people could hear it, a good portion of the time. Being a teenage girl - one who had once been your cliche queen bee - lying wasn't exactly a problem for her, but this wasn't something that she'd ever really had to lie about in the past. Mostly because this kind of shit wasn't supposed to happen, of course. That just wasn't supposed to happen and she was going to stick with all of that opinion until they were just, well, gone. She had no idea when or if that was going to happen - though the latter did make her a bit scared. She wanted them gone so she could just return to being all normal and cheerleader-y and popular and not have to worry about it, and not have to deal with situations with cute guys in which she much rather be flirting with than wondering what the hell he was going to do or had done or whatever.
"Um, you really don't want to know." Sarah answered bluntly, slightly surprised by the lack of an intelligent answer. He looked like he would have at least been somewhat smarter than that. She crossed her arms, almost a bit stubbornly if nothing else, beneath her chest, looking up at him. He was of particularly imposing height, a bare minimum of a foot difference between them, so she probably should have been scared considering the little fight that he had been in and that he had held his own end rather well, but still. Confidence was supposed to be one of those key things and she didn't really like people knowing what was going on in her head, so it was definitely something that she could fake.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Feb 28, 2012 17:43:33 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] Sam waited to see how much this girl actually seemed to know about vampires. He had met a girl before while hunting another vampire…this one tried to act like she knew what she was talking about but instead of telling him to carry a stake or to carry a cross, the girl had told him to carry a blow torch. When he jokingly asked her how he would disguise a blow torch if he got stopped by a cop (something that unfortunately happened frequently in his line of work) she simply shrugged and bounced away. It had been one of the weirdest interactions he had ever had and that was saying something since he had several run ins with Becky over the past two years or so.
Sam looked at the vampire on the ground when he realized that the girl wasn’t going to answer him right away. He didn’t really want to to leave the vampire there because the vampire would catch on fire and it could catch other things on fire. “Okay, since you’re not going to answer me I guess I’m going to bury this guy. It won’t be the first time I’ve buried something and it surely won’t be the last.” He stated with a laugh before pointing to the Impala that he had taken for the night. Yeah, Dean would probably be pissed if he woke up and saw it gone but oh well, he’d get over it. “I’ll be right back.” He stated before jogging over to his older brother’s car.
Opening the trunk he pulled out a shovel before slamming the trunk down and jogging back over to the brunette woman. “See? Definitely handy to keep with you.” He stated with a laugh before looking around and seeing that there was no better space than the current one, he started digging quickly, making good time as he quickly dug a very shallow grave and threw the vampire’s corpse in it before covering it up. Luckily this had been an easy job so he wasn’t completely dirty which was a good thing as it meant he didn’t have to head straight home.
Once done he heard the young girl’s voice finally and she stated that he didn’t want to know what she was doing there. “Trust me, I do want to know. You can trust me.” He stated, hoping that he looked trustworthy but not at all sure with this girl.
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Note:: Sam was sorta OC in this post but oh well. Lol
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Post by sbennison on Feb 29, 2012 11:29:28 GMT -6
Oh god. Oh god. Oh sweet baby Jesus. He did not just say that. Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat and knew her eyes widened slightly. But she could not believe what he had just said. That was... oh god. She didn't even know how the hell she was supposed to respond to something like that. That kind of stuff just didn't even happen, she swore, that didn't happen to anyone but her. Her luck was absolutely hsitty, she knew that much, but she didn't think that it was bad. Was he some kind of psychopath? Oh god. This kind of stuff just didn't even happen to normal pepole! What the actual hell? Her luck couldn't have been this bad. This just shouldn't even happen, it was just so... ugh. Her thoughts were absolutely jumbled, and needless to say, she was freaking out entirely. But this kind of stuff wasn't supposed to happen to people.
When he had jogged off for a moment, it was definitely a moment to consider coming. Who was she to know that he wasn't just going to do the same thing to her? She didn't want to die! Her eyes started down at the body, noticing that it was grey and well... just looked really weird, considering that he had like, just killed him and decomposition and stuff shouldn't have kicked in yet. She glanced down at the heeled boots she was wearing, curling her toes slightly. She had always been a short distance runner, but she could sprint, just not in freaking heels. Damn it. Her luck really seemed like it was working against her - and even when he came back, she couldn't find herself to take a step away. She didn't know how she was supposed to respond to this, because seriously, this kind of stuff just shouldn't have happened. She could deal with major drama queens and jocks, but psychopaths were a whole different level.
Trust him. Trust him?! "You just killed a guy, and I'm supposed to trust you?" Sarah snapped at him quickly, looking at him like he was crazy, because in her own opinion, it was pretty obvious that he was exactly that. And then, of course, even if he wasn't crazy, she wouldn't have wanted to tell him, because she didn't want anyone to know. That much was pretty easy information. No one needed to know about the things that she saw on a daily basis, and well, yeah. There wasn't much more to it than that. She was sick of deealing with it and didn't want to deal with it - but this apparently was just it becoming even more integrated with her life. And that definitely was not something that she wanted to happen ever.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 1, 2012 11:27:50 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] Sam groaned. Yep, she really didn’t know anything about what was going on around here. Usually it was the opposite that he was hoping for. Usually he was glad when someone didn’t know what went bump in the night. He was usually relieved when someone could write things off as just an accident or didn’t have to deal with the demons, monsters, vampires and other things of the world. He was glad that some children got to keep their innocence. That some teenagers knew what it was like to simply date. And some adults could protect their children from the knowledge of what was really in the dark.
Unfortunately now was not one of those times. He had been fairly careless in allowing this girl to see what she had seen and now he had two options. He could either A.) Lie through his teeth and get the hell out of dodge. Or B.) He could tell her the truth and hope that she believed him. Unfortunately with Option B there was still the chance he was going to have to get out of dodge fairly quickly and that tended to not be a good thing. Sure it would have been fine if him and Dean could just skip town. However he really had to stay here for awhile being that they were working several cases including one large one that had to do with lots of other people who were involved, so he didn’t have the luxury of just leaving.
Option B it was and he at least could hope for the best. “I didn’t kill a man.” He told her, his eyes honest and his voice imploring. “I promise you I’m not some crazy murderer or anything. That guy over there…yeah he’s not a man. I mean he is, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.” He stated before smacking his forehead at his idiocy.
“Okay, I’m really not explaining this right. So I’m just going to come right out and say it. He was a vampire and I did what I did in order to save anyone else from him…not because I wanted to kill him.” He told her, and then waited in silence for her response.
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Tag:: Sarah Benninson
Outfit:: Click for Sam’s outfit
Note:: Sam didn’t want to work, so instead of me slapping him silly, I made him slap himself *Snickers*
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Post by sbennison on Mar 1, 2012 18:14:39 GMT -6
That little fight or flight instinct kicking in any moment now would have definitely been appreciated. Yeah, she knew that it was stupid to probably freeze up like they did in all of the movies, but that was kind of what she was doing and she honestly had no idea what else she was supposed to do. There wasn't exactly a psychopath for dummies guide, after all. And you know, they weren't exactly people that she dealt with on a daily basis anyway. She may not exactly have been normal herself anymore, and some probably thought that she was just some kind of freak after all of the changes that she had been through, but looking at this kind, she felt perfectly sane again, because he was just some kind of killing freak psychopath thing and she didn't know how she was supposed to handle it other than freaking out. Because really, this shit was only supposed to happen in really lame tv shows and movies, and this was definitely not fake, even as much as she may have wanted it to be
And now he was just going to go off and deny it. Of course he was! That was just her freaking luck! Some psychopath had just killed a guy, and then now he was apparently going to go off on some crazy ass tangent that she was supposed to believe or at least fake that she believed if she wanted to live to see the next day. Because apparently he wasn't a man, and duh, it was kind of obvious that he was just by a simple look. But you know, this guy was clearly off his rocker and needed some strong dose of some anti-psycho crap, because yeah, she was positive she was not the only person who didn't deserve to have to deal with this kind of stuff. No one did, and come on, she was just a teenager, so that meant that she definitely didn't. It wasn't' like her life didn't have enough shit that it needed this kind of stuff to spice it up, because she definitely knew she had more than enough going on.
"Oh my god, really?" Okay, so, not the brightest thing in the world. But Sarah's tone made it more than clear that she was super annoyed with his comment. It's wasn't like there wasn't enough Twilight bullshit and little vampire wannabe spin offs running around, and now she was supposed to believe that he was some kind of friggin slayer or something like that. Yeah, like she was totally going to go for that. No. She wasn't twelve, and she knew that that kind of stuff was just in books and movies. And that apparently he was definitely more than deranged if he had thought he had just killed some vampire. Definitely off his rocker. He had to be crazy, with hallucinations or something, because that was just the most ridiculous thing she'd heard in the past few weeks. "You're crazy. You need to stop with all of the little vampire horror movies and take some fuckin' meds or something, because that's just crazy. You're just a psychopath." Okay, definitely not the nicest thing to tell a psychopath, but he was, and... yeah. That was pretty much all of the justification she needed. This guy was absolutely insane, and he had definitely just made it more than obvious.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 3, 2012 0:00:50 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] Yeah he truly needed to re-grab his damn Hunter helmet and start using what he had learned over the past 6 years or so (really the past 25 years but that was besides the point) and remember exactly how to talk to people when telling them that the world of supernatural beings were real. Blurting out that he had killed a vampire was like telling someone the grass was purple and the sky was clear. It just wasn’t something that you did but unfortunately it seemed that with Sam’s trip to hell and then subsequent trip around for the past year without a soul that he had forgotten a few key details about being a hunter.
Sure he still remembered how exactly to kill things that needed to be killed. He still remembered how to shoot a gun, weird a knife, that sort of thing. He still remembered how to speak Latin in order to remember how to read incantations and exorcisms. However it seemed as if his brain had shut down when it came to tact in learning how to inform people that vampires, demons, ghosts, and everything else truly did exist. He wasn’t sure if there was really a good way to inform people that the things they used to fear as children really did exist…but there had to be a better way than to just blurt it out.
Unfortunately vampires were the worst when breaking the news to someone about them. Not because they were the worst beings out there because they really weren’t…but because of how much in the media they were today. The same could be said for witches though obviously real witches and real vampires were completely different than what the media portrayed them nowadays. Right now all he heard about when flipping through the television or surfing the net were Harry Potter and Twilight. Yeah, like real witches flew around on brooms and real vampires definitely did not sparkle.
“Okay, I’m definitely not crazy. I’m also not into those stupid horror movies or the damn Twilight movies. You can believe me or not but I can promise you that vampires are real. If you want to hang out with me for a bit I’m sure another one will be here eventually and I can prove it to you.” He stated, thinking of exactly how he was going to prove it without putting the girl in danger. He could let the vampire get really close to her and when she realized its face was a bit different he could stkae it…but that would be fairly dangerous. He internally shrugged. He’d wait and see he guessed.
Yeah, not one of his brightest plans.
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Note:: Bwahahahaha, sorry, went on a Twilight rant.
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Post by sbennison on Mar 3, 2012 17:24:50 GMT -6
Admittedly, after hearing that, Sarah was a hell of a lot calmer, because apparently instead of necessarily being some sadistic psychotic killer, he was just incredibly crazy and thought he was doing the right thing or whatever. Of course, that didn't necessarily mean the situation was any better, but at least now she knew he was less likely to like, try to kill her, because she was pretty sure that he didn't think that about her. He just believed in some crazy fake shit that the media had probably inspired out of him, and had been obsessing over Van Helsing way too much or something. That was still completely weird and bat shit crazy and everything, but that at least improved her chances of coming out of this all unscathed. And yeah, she was going to be selfish on that matter, because that was more what she was concerned about. The other guy was already dead, after all. Nothing that she could do on that front anyway.
The denial of being crazy, yeah, she was pretty sure that was more than normal, and definitely was not surprised to hear him say that. That was what they pretty much all said, right? She'd definitely seen more than her fair share of movies, because yeah, she was a teenage girl and she'd done the classic movie night with best friends and guys and cuddling up against them to get lucky - that was probably the totally classic thing. And you know, considering that she'd considered her own self crazy before, Sarah was almost positive that she knew a thing or two about being crazy. So there was nothing wrong with her being a big arrogant on the topic, because duh, he had to be crazy to believe in things like vampires and god knows whatever else he may have believed in. She was actually sane, so of course she wasn't going to believe in that. Vampires were just fake things, and that was something that of course everyone should have known.
"Yeah, no, not happening." Sarah stated very quickly, a bit of a diva-ish tone slipping in. There was no way in hell she was just going to stick around him and watch him kill some poor other guy because he was off the rails, running around thinking vampires were real. Maybe she should have like, called the cops or something on him, but that wasn't really the top of her mind. Herself was definitely coming first. "You're insane. You're absolutely crazy and need some serious help." So she wasn't being polite about it at all, but you know, it was true. And she was tired and stressed and had enough shit going on in her life that wasn't supposed to happen, so she was pretty sure she deserved to be a little grumpy about certain things every once and while. This just happened to be one of them in her own eyes.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 4, 2012 12:39:09 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] Sam groaned. This was definitely not going the way he thought it would. Okay, that’s a lie. This is going exactly how he thought it would, but it wasn’t going the way he hoped that it would. He hated dealing with things like this because he never knew what to say. Granted it was probably a good thing that Dean wasn’t around because he would have lost his patience by now and either hit her over the head to knock her out, thus making it look like she had dreamed the entire thing, or he would have screamed at her and made her cry. That was his brother for you though…he tended to lack a lot of tact.
“Okay, I promise you I’m not crazy.” He stated, really wanting to get that out of the way. He knew that he probably looked crazy being that he had just killed a man…albeit a vampire…but still a man in front of her and buried the body…however he really wasn’t crazy and he really hated the implication that he was. Call his brother crazy, that was fine with him. He called his brother crazy all the time. Call him crazy? Yeah it annoyed him a tiny little bit.
“Okay, let’s forget about talking about vampires and such for just a moment.” He stated, needing a few moments to regroup before attempting to figure out how to show her that vampires were real. Also he needed a reason to keep her in the cemetery without making it completely obvious that he was keeping here there to prove a point. “You were in a cemetery in the middle of the night for what reason?” He asked her, quirking an eyebrow making it look like he was truly curious. He was curious but in reality he wasn’t as curious as he looked.
Now that he thought about it more though, it was quite odd that a young girl was in a cemetery at night alone. Most people avoided going out after dark in secluded places because of all the murderers out there…and yet this girl was out by herself in a grave yard? Yeah, something wasn’t right about that. Sam rolled his eyes internally at himself. Wow, he was a great detective these days. Yeah, he really needed to get his head on straight. He had been out of the game a bit too long and it was taking its toll on his detective skills.
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Tag:: Sarah Benninson
Outfit:: Click for Sam’s outfit
Note:: Poor Sammy. His brain hurts.
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Post by sbennison on Mar 12, 2012 18:41:44 GMT -6
Maybe it still wasn't too late to run, because frankly, anywhere but here seemed like it would have been the place to be. Dealing with a psychopath wasn't a daily occurrence, or a yearly, or anything of the sort - and she definitely wanted it to stay that way. And he could deny it as many times as he may have wanted to, but yeah, Sarah was still finding it more than easy to call him crazy. Normal people, for one, didn't just murder people and pretend like all they had done was ask about the freaking whether. And then when accused, they definitely didn't say the man was a vampire, for god's sake. If that wasn't a screaming sign of schizophrenia or whatever other crazy disease, well, she didn't know what was. Because that was definitely just not something that normal people did. He was just absolutely crazy.
"Oh yeah, because I'm going to forget you just killed a guy - that probably has friends and family out there missing him right now, just so you know. And I'm definitely going to forget that you just buried him right in front of me and called him a vampire." Sarcasm was heavily laced in her voice as she spoke, because yeah, she was a bit panicky right now. Sarah really did want to run at the moment, but she'd seen all of the cheesy shows where the girl run and then got cornered, and that wasn't what she was looking for to happen. How real that may or may not have been was something that she wasn't sure of, but she didn't want to risk it, not yet at least. But she did want to get the hell out of there as soon as the opportunity rose. And then hopefully just forget that this entire night had happened. Following her visions out of curiosity definitely did not seem like the best idea, apparently. Not a move that she would repeat for the future.
Sarah paused for a brief moment, wondering whether or not she should actually tell the truth. People always said that honest was the best policy and all of that stuff, but anyone who had lived in the real world for more than five minutes knew that that was basically just bullshit that you listened to as a kid. "Doing what normal, not-crazy people do, and visiting a grave. There's nothing wrong with that, because you know, I'm not killing random people." So she was being completely accusatory, but given what she'd seen in her head and then what he had done with the body, she had all of the reason in the world to in her own opinion. It wasn't her fault that she had ended up with some freaking crazy person, after all, and she really just wanted to leave.
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Post by caroline on Mar 12, 2012 20:09:56 GMT -6
  Caroline Ann Forbes tried to wait as patiently as she could. Seriously she was trying to keep calm and just be patient, like a normal person. It was proving rather annoying and rather difficult at the same time. She had always been one for punctuality, even since she was a child. She had made it to the cemetery right at the time that she was supposed to meet Lexi here. Yet, there was no Lexi. Now it was fifteen minutes past the time they were supposed to meet and she still hadn't shown. Caroline found herself pacing throughout the cemetery, at the front gate. The later Lexi was, the more annoyed Caroline became. Already she'd been having a bad week that week, and now this.
As she paced back and forth at the entrance of the cemetery, something caught her ear. Being a vampire did have some advantages. One being that she could hear people talking that she knew weren't exactly near her. She perked up and focused on their voices, really trying to listen to them. After all it was strange to hear people talking in a cemetery this late at night, it made her curious as to who they were and why they were here. “Okay, let’s forget about talking about vampires and such for just a moment.” A male voice said this, a deep male voice at that. Immediately she perked up again hearing the word vampires. What the hell? "Oh yeah, because I'm going to forget you just killed a guy - that probably has friends and family out there missing him right now, just so you know. And I'm definitely going to forget that you just buried him right in front of me and called him a vampire."
Hearing a quieter female voice say this, she couldn't help but be intrigued. It seemed, from what she could hear, that the male had killed a vampire. The female seemed oblivious to the supernatural world in general, doubting what she'd obviously seen. Caroline couldn't help but be extremely curious. On one hand, it might be dangerous for her. The male has apparently already killed one vampire tonight. And on the other hand, she felt like maybe it wasn't safe for the girl. Who knew what this man could be capable of, he might even hurt or worse, kill her, for what she'd seen.
After pondering over things for a moment she took off in the direction of the voices. It didn't take her long to make it to them, coming up on the male a bit too quick. She stopped right behind a mausoleum and hoped he hadn't noticed her speed. If he was a hunter, she definitely didn't want him to know what she was. She then strolled out around the mausoleum, making an appearance behind the male. From what she could tell both him and the girl were human. She could hear their heartbeats, smell their blood pumping inside their veins.
She tried to be as casual as possible. Well, as casual as another teenage girl appearing in a cemetery could be. "Isn't it a bit late to be hanging out in a cemetery?"
she told them wearily, eyeing the male carefully. Her hands crossed over her chest as she moved to stand between him and the girl. If he even attempted to hurt her or the other girl, Caroline would pounce. "I mean don't get me wrong, the quiet is nice. I just don't see many people here"[/color] she then added, attempting to sound as normal as possible. As she offered them both a glance, she kept her eye on the male at all times, even though she hid it well. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/center] Tag: Sam Michael Winchester, Sarah Kaia Bennison Word Count: 632 Outfit: Clicky!Notes: Hope you don't mind me jumping in? [/font] |
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