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entrancelogs2018-04-03 12:11 pm
ofletters) wrote in entrancelogs2018-04-03 12:11 pm
( open ) could make me be true, could make me feel blue
Who: Sam Winchester and YOU
Where: Various
When: 4/1
Rating: PG/PG-13, maybe, for language
Summary: When your closest friend disappears, when you'll never see them again, it gets hard.
The Story:
fifth floor, 013
[ The door to his tiny room is ajar, because - who cares? After Dan's message, Sam had been absolutely unsure of what to do with himself. Evie, gone. His closest confidante, out of Wonderland for good, after all her - what, seven? - years of being here. He thinks of his upcoming "anniversary" and feels seized with panic, with painful awareness of everyone that he's lost over time.
Dizziness briefly overtakes him. He sits on the edge of the bed.
Sam spends a long time just staring blearily at the wall opposite, where (if you can find it amid the mess), there's a fist-sized hole from not long earlier. ]
the library
[ Sam is completely absorbed. He doesn't look any less exhausted or generally awful, but he's standing near the stacks with a letter in his hands, one that he will stow away should anyway speak to him. In the meantime, though, the younger Winchester spends a good amount of time doing this before he lifts his gaze, stares, unseeing, at the shelves in front of him, and then sits himself down at his usual table within the library.
You're not really supposed to talk in libraries, and he doesn't seem up for much conversation, but maybe you could get a word or two out of him. ]
the bar
[ He shouldn't be working, probably, because he's far from social and is liable to mix up the orders. All the same, Sam is standing behind the bar, expression haggard, and rubbing absentmindedly at a glass like an animatronic in a theme park show. Sometimes, he'll break from this action to make himself a drink, though that does little to nothing to improve his mood or appearance.
Shocker. ]
Where: Various
When: 4/1
Rating: PG/PG-13, maybe, for language
Summary: When your closest friend disappears, when you'll never see them again, it gets hard.
The Story:
fifth floor, 013
[ The door to his tiny room is ajar, because - who cares? After Dan's message, Sam had been absolutely unsure of what to do with himself. Evie, gone. His closest confidante, out of Wonderland for good, after all her - what, seven? - years of being here. He thinks of his upcoming "anniversary" and feels seized with panic, with painful awareness of everyone that he's lost over time.
Dizziness briefly overtakes him. He sits on the edge of the bed.
Sam spends a long time just staring blearily at the wall opposite, where (if you can find it amid the mess), there's a fist-sized hole from not long earlier. ]
the library
[ Sam is completely absorbed. He doesn't look any less exhausted or generally awful, but he's standing near the stacks with a letter in his hands, one that he will stow away should anyway speak to him. In the meantime, though, the younger Winchester spends a good amount of time doing this before he lifts his gaze, stares, unseeing, at the shelves in front of him, and then sits himself down at his usual table within the library.
You're not really supposed to talk in libraries, and he doesn't seem up for much conversation, but maybe you could get a word or two out of him. ]
the bar
[ He shouldn't be working, probably, because he's far from social and is liable to mix up the orders. All the same, Sam is standing behind the bar, expression haggard, and rubbing absentmindedly at a glass like an animatronic in a theme park show. Sometimes, he'll break from this action to make himself a drink, though that does little to nothing to improve his mood or appearance.
Shocker. ]
no subject
I don't. You could probably find out from one of these books, though.
[ After which he nods vaguely toward the many shelves behind them. ]
She left that for you?
no subject
Yeah.
[ And then a little quieter, not looking up at Sam just yet. ]
Told me I was a leader.
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[ He nods faintly at the sai, summoning the barest of smiles for the joke. ]
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Feel like a damn ninja turtle.
[ It's been something she's had to struggle with at home, being seen as a leader. She's capable, she knows that, but she spent so much time alone. She couldn't even keep her own son safe. ]
Guess I'll probably have a chance sooner rather than later to find out.
[ Are sai good in a war? She'll find out! ]
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Yeah. Well, get good with that thing, and maybe it'll be like we've still got her around, after all.
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[ Sure, she should say Leonardo for the sword or even Raphael for the loner attitude. But her first instinct is Donatella. Looking at the weapon in her hands, she nods a little at Sam's words before putting them back on her hips. ]
Place won't be the same without her, but I know just comin' in here, still feels like her place. Always will.
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[ Okay, so he'd never described Michonne - an objective badass - as a nerd, but he's not above teasing her. ]
... Yeah. I know what you mean. [ How could the library 'belong' to anyone else? ] Wonder if someone'll try and take up the mantle, though.
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Don't know. Maybe someone else will make a different part of the mansion feel the same as this. Like the person inside has answers. Or, maybe not. Most people who've been here a while aren't as open about everything as Evie was.
no subject
[ He imagines there'll be a good amount of volunteers for that, if asked. ]
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[ Someone will step up, she's sure of it, and she's thinking along the same lines he is. ]
no subject
[ And time is something that they have plenty of. ]
... Misery loves company, right? [ He mutters to himself, following up with a long sigh. ]