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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. ]
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[ In this case, it's the latter two options at once. ]
I would've pegged you for the type to "fake it until you make it." [ Somehow, though, the honesty is refreshing. ] Hey, now both Klaus and Evie are gone, so we don't have that between us anymore.
[ He'd be more joke-y about it if he didn't feel so withered inside. ]
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[That's changed big time, and it's moments like these that he wonders if it's worth it.
It is, if he thinks long enough, but thinking hurts right now.]
I didn't realize it still was. But I suppose that's a silver lining, if that's the case. I'm not sure I wouldn't prefer the wedge. [He's pretty sure Sam feels the same way.] Elena is gone too.
[Too many hits too quickly.]
no subject
[ People go one by one, like water trickling down the drain. ... Or in a group, like a sudden flood.
Why? ]
I'm not sure I knew Elena.
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[Wonderland was a big place. He might have seen her in passing, but not everyone was close.]
Dark, long hair. Gorgeous legs. [A beat passes before he adds the actual important part.] She was the first human to ever see my devil face and not run screaming.
[It was important to him.]
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Vaguely, he wonders if anyone's ever tried to just blow up the whole mansion. ]
"Devil face," huh? [ The true faces of demos, at least, are horrifying. Maybe Lucifer's is similar. ] When does that show up?
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I have to let it out, so to speak. I could give you a demonstration if my Father hadn't taken it from me when Wonderland decided to send me home for a spell.
no subject
[ So much to unpack there. "Let it out?" And God took it away? ]
Mind giving me a bit more detail, here?
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[He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably.]
I would have done it again already if the Detective hadn't asked me not to.