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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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Lucky me?
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[ One of the many Dean Winchesters to pass through. ]
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[He'd done all right with her when she was reduced to a child, though. She wasn't a child it was easy to do all right with. That counted for something.]
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Used to be there were maybe a dozen people from our world. [ For better or worse. ] They've all left since.
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That's got to be rough. You think they've gone back to your world?