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driftfleet2016-10-24 02:56 am
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-24 02:56 am
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voice. a quick sad post.
Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C
[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight.
Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]
My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...
[A pause.]
Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.
[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C
[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight.
Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]
My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...
[A pause.]
Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.
[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]
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[He gives a little smirk, humored.
He hardly minds that Stefan was misinforming him; it's a hunter thing anyway.
We lie about places and things, too. No biggie.]
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It was a super tiny town, too - six thousand something people? - with more than its share of vampire problems. [Stefan might've contributed to a good chunk of them.] I liked it well enough, but uh, a vampire or werewolf running loose was like a Tuesday.
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[He smiles and winces all at once. A Sam Winchester specialty.]
I know the feeling. Not in just one town, but. Werewolves and vampires are the most common case I've ran into at this point in my career.
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Gotta say, the close quarters are probably why the local "fangs" are behaving. Can't exactly go feeding on your neighbor.
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[He chuckles, leaning on his hand. Casual about vampires? Of course.]
And I can imagine. I haven't met very many vampires on the straight and narrow, but the one den from way back when had to feed on cattle to keep up appearances.
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[Hm, sounds like Mystic Falls was the odd man out in more ways than one.]
Plus, um, Atroma provides blood pills. Theoretically, that should be enough to keep the hunger at bay.
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[A pause. How to approach this... Oh, well.
Might as well shoot in the dark, because he has a hunch.]
So... are those blood pills for you, then?
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They could be. [He swallows his hesitation.] If so? What about it?
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... Stefan — I don't go after people because of what they are.
I go after people because they leave a string of murders in the newspaper.
[Basically, Sam's motto. It's not what you are, it's what you do.
He hasn't seen you murdering anyone, anyway.]
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[He hasn't fed on anyone since his transition. He certainly doesn't plan on changing that anytime soon.]
It's just - it's terrifying to admit. I'm not uh, much like the legends or stories people have in mind.
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I know that feeling.
People hear the name 'Winchester' and I'm sure they get a lot of crazy images in their head. Some not so good, some not so bad, but all of them probably a little off. That's kind of the nice thing about places like these, right?
No preconceptions, for the most part.
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Just means that you - and me, technically - are free to be whoever we want.
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[He raises his mug in solidarity.]
It's a little break from reality.
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[He raises his mug too, clinking it softly against Sam's.]
To redefining our realities.