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entrancelogs2016-01-04 06:49 pm
braindead) wrote in entrancelogs2016-01-04 06:49 pm
(mostly open) All revelations come to us in recovery...
Who: Ruby 2.0 + you! (plus starters for Sam and Bobby)
Where: Starting outside and then moving into the mansion
When: January 4th
Rating: UUUUUH at least PG-13 because somebody's getting stabbed with a fork at some point :<
Summary: Ruby 2.0's here and there's nothing to fear
The Story:
[There had been pain, mindblowing pain pulling her back down from that sweet high of a job well done. She'd almost had Sam on board, too... But Dean just had to have perfect frickin' timing - that dickwad. She'd managed to do the impossible and how was she rewarded? Death. A permanent death, not an exorcism, not sending her plummeting back to Hell. Death on the tip of her own knife. She'd expected to feel nothing when it was all done, but it seems nothing in life is ever that simple. Instead, there's a spray of cold water on her face and a sound most people might find relaxing - similar to a heartbeat. Heartbeats often reminded people of a warmth, a chance to bask in the love of another. Those things did not belong in her life - weaknesses to be exploited.
Fingers rest over her abdomen, toying with the tear in her shirt from the knife as she works up the steam to actually get up. What was it with the Winchester clan actively trying to ruin her wardrobe? Ruby finally pushes herself upward, dusting the snow and sand off of herself and actually bothering to look around.]
Well, this isn't Kansas.
[This wasn't at all what she was expecting. Like, maybe Purgatory at best... But last she'd heard Purgatory didn't have a huge ass mansion. A mansion that looked warmer than where she currently was, not that the cold actually bothered her. But, she'd rather not draw too much attention to herself right off the bat. As she moves, she tests her powers to see just how messed up this whole situation is - eyes flooding to black as she rolls her shoulders. She still had it, at least this was good news although if anyone saw that the whole 'don't draw attention to yourself shtick was going right out the window. Next step, though? Figuring out just where she was... And maybe finding some food.
Dying is hungry work.]
Ruby starts to wander up the stairs, pamphlet still in hand as she makes her way to the place that hopefully held the answers for her. If the piece of paper wasn't lying, there should be a library in here somewhere. It just might take some serious searching, which is fine with her. She's got nothing but time right now. When she finds it, she's anything but disappointed - gawking like a kid in FAO Schwarz.]
Holy shit.
[She's beauty, she's grace - truest class act. The shiny wears off a little as she sets to work trying to find her answers - piling up as many books as she could find on rips in time, reincarnation, a potent spell book, even String Theory just in case. And of course, the Bible. Might as well cover all her bases. Pay no attention to brunette with a hole in her shirt and the crazy assortment of books in front of her.]
Honestly, why hadn't she thought of finding enough juice to do this first?
If only she'd actually had the downtime to think about it, but she'd been anything but bored over the past 600 plus years. There's a wide assortment of food on one of the tables as she finally settles in to do a little more homework and read up on who all was here. She doesn't even notice anyone else walk into the kitchen, too engrossed in watching recent network posts - specifically Sam's mentioning Dean was gone. It was like Christmas, really. And that might have just been showing on her face as she popped a fry into her mouth.
Fingers deftly move over the device to keep scrolling through - focusing on the responses and making note of just how deeply Sam had worked his way into the hearts of some of these people. Cyber-stalking at its finest.]
Maybe.
And she'd had another priority back home and that priority was here. Sam. She'd seen his network post and could almost taste his sadness from the loss of his brother. Sure, she couldn't stand Dean. Without him, she might've gotten through to Sam to see the final piece of her plan come to fruition. But he was still Sam's brother - she'd seen what that loss had done to him previously. Might as well check up on him, say hello, and maybe just bitch a little about Bobby.
She makes her way to his room, not sure what she might come across that could hinder her steps. There's a soft knock on the door, running a hand through her hair as she waited for him to open it. As soon as the door does open, the words are flying out of her mouth, clearly still irritated.]
You need to keep a tight leash on your freakin' grandpa dog, Sam. I mean I bite a hell of a lot harder than him, coming after me with a fork like that's gonna do anything...
[Hi, Sam. Did you miss her?]
She cranks the music and eventually settles on a look - attractive yet casual. Jeans, heeled boots, a lower-cut top that was hole-free, and a splash of make-up. If no one else was gonna celebrate her being alive, she'd take care of it on her own. She was good at that. No reason to stop now.
Making her way up to the bar from the 2nd floor, eyes scan the ceiling before coming in - not wanting to get caught by a stray Devil's Trap. Wouldn't that just be the cherry on the sundae called her life? She eventually settles into a barstool a little away from everyone else, debating the biggest question right now...
Whiskey or Tequila?]
Where: Starting outside and then moving into the mansion
When: January 4th
Rating: UUUUUH at least PG-13 because somebody's getting stabbed with a fork at some point :<
Summary: Ruby 2.0's here and there's nothing to fear
The Story:
Beach »
[There had been pain, mindblowing pain pulling her back down from that sweet high of a job well done. She'd almost had Sam on board, too... But Dean just had to have perfect frickin' timing - that dickwad. She'd managed to do the impossible and how was she rewarded? Death. A permanent death, not an exorcism, not sending her plummeting back to Hell. Death on the tip of her own knife. She'd expected to feel nothing when it was all done, but it seems nothing in life is ever that simple. Instead, there's a spray of cold water on her face and a sound most people might find relaxing - similar to a heartbeat. Heartbeats often reminded people of a warmth, a chance to bask in the love of another. Those things did not belong in her life - weaknesses to be exploited.
Fingers rest over her abdomen, toying with the tear in her shirt from the knife as she works up the steam to actually get up. What was it with the Winchester clan actively trying to ruin her wardrobe? Ruby finally pushes herself upward, dusting the snow and sand off of herself and actually bothering to look around.]
Well, this isn't Kansas.
[This wasn't at all what she was expecting. Like, maybe Purgatory at best... But last she'd heard Purgatory didn't have a huge ass mansion. A mansion that looked warmer than where she currently was, not that the cold actually bothered her. But, she'd rather not draw too much attention to herself right off the bat. As she moves, she tests her powers to see just how messed up this whole situation is - eyes flooding to black as she rolls her shoulders. She still had it, at least this was good news although if anyone saw that the whole 'don't draw attention to yourself shtick was going right out the window. Next step, though? Figuring out just where she was... And maybe finding some food.
Dying is hungry work.]
Library and Wandering »
[She'd started heading towards the kitchen before her brain caught up with her and reason set in. She'd just come back from literally helping to raise Hell on Earth. Might not be a bad idea to make sure she was the only one to slip through whatever crack in time she'd apparently found. Maybe do a little research to see if this was tied with breaking the Seals.Ruby starts to wander up the stairs, pamphlet still in hand as she makes her way to the place that hopefully held the answers for her. If the piece of paper wasn't lying, there should be a library in here somewhere. It just might take some serious searching, which is fine with her. She's got nothing but time right now. When she finds it, she's anything but disappointed - gawking like a kid in FAO Schwarz.]
Holy shit.
[She's beauty, she's grace - truest class act. The shiny wears off a little as she sets to work trying to find her answers - piling up as many books as she could find on rips in time, reincarnation, a potent spell book, even String Theory just in case. And of course, the Bible. Might as well cover all her bases. Pay no attention to brunette with a hole in her shirt and the crazy assortment of books in front of her.]
Closed to Bobby »
[After grabbing one of the pamphlets from the entrance hall and accepting the fact that maybe she needed to prioritize a little beyond food. Like, survival. Ruby finally let her stomach lead her where it may - which in this case meant in the direction of the kitchen back down on the first floor. It doesn't take her long to completely and totally make herself at home there, unphased by the magic of the cabinets.Honestly, why hadn't she thought of finding enough juice to do this first?
If only she'd actually had the downtime to think about it, but she'd been anything but bored over the past 600 plus years. There's a wide assortment of food on one of the tables as she finally settles in to do a little more homework and read up on who all was here. She doesn't even notice anyone else walk into the kitchen, too engrossed in watching recent network posts - specifically Sam's mentioning Dean was gone. It was like Christmas, really. And that might have just been showing on her face as she popped a fry into her mouth.
Fingers deftly move over the device to keep scrolling through - focusing on the responses and making note of just how deeply Sam had worked his way into the hearts of some of these people. Cyber-stalking at its finest.]
Closed to Sam »
[Ruby should go to her own room and chill out, calm herself down after she just exerted so much control to not snap Bobby's neck where he stood. Yes, okay, it's safe to assume that people are gonna be pissed about what happened back home but she was just doing her job. Did everyone forget about her base nature? What lurked beneath the surface? Yes, deep down somewhere she maybe just had a little humanity left.Maybe.
And she'd had another priority back home and that priority was here. Sam. She'd seen his network post and could almost taste his sadness from the loss of his brother. Sure, she couldn't stand Dean. Without him, she might've gotten through to Sam to see the final piece of her plan come to fruition. But he was still Sam's brother - she'd seen what that loss had done to him previously. Might as well check up on him, say hello, and maybe just bitch a little about Bobby.
She makes her way to his room, not sure what she might come across that could hinder her steps. There's a soft knock on the door, running a hand through her hair as she waited for him to open it. As soon as the door does open, the words are flying out of her mouth, clearly still irritated.]
You need to keep a tight leash on your freakin' grandpa dog, Sam. I mean I bite a hell of a lot harder than him, coming after me with a fork like that's gonna do anything...
[Hi, Sam. Did you miss her?]
Bar »
[Alright, you know what? Screw it. She was done trying to play nice, lay low and be a quiet little demonic mouse. She was here, she was alive and who cared if no one else wanted her here. She was used to being alone, being hated and never being quite enough. So, she goes off to claim a room, hops in the shower and finally plays with her closet.She cranks the music and eventually settles on a look - attractive yet casual. Jeans, heeled boots, a lower-cut top that was hole-free, and a splash of make-up. If no one else was gonna celebrate her being alive, she'd take care of it on her own. She was good at that. No reason to stop now.
Making her way up to the bar from the 2nd floor, eyes scan the ceiling before coming in - not wanting to get caught by a stray Devil's Trap. Wouldn't that just be the cherry on the sundae called her life? She eventually settles into a barstool a little away from everyone else, debating the biggest question right now...
Whiskey or Tequila?]
bar
He scrubs hands over his arms for a minute before deciding, fuck it, he'll take the illusion of warmth over the real thing. He takes the first cheap generic beer he finds and has almost finished dumping a good third of it into a glass when he notices some chick chilling on the far end of the bar. He's not what he'd call a regular here and he's hardly gotten to know everyone around the place, but he doesn't recognize her.
Looks like she's in the mood for the drink. What the hell. He raises his bottle in a mock toast.]
Want some? Still got like half a bottle in here.
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She doesn't hesitate to move over to him at the offer, open to meeting a few people that maybe weren't interested in trying to kill her or trap her in order to prevent her from even taking a breath.
Offering a smile, she settles into the bar stool next to him. She wasn't the picky type when it came to drinking considering she didn't have some of the same problems normal people could worry about.]
Awful nice of you, thanks. I'm Ruby, by the way.
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He manages half a grin as he pushes the bottle over to her.] Alex. You new here, or what? Haven't seen you around.
[Small talk. Easy. He'd almost forgotten what something like that felt like.]
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[She gives a coy laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before taking a quick sip of the beer.]
Arrived earlier today, trying to familiarize myself with whatever this place is. It's crazy, right? [Look, she was gonna play up the human card for as long as possible. And humans would be baffled by this kind of thing.] How long have you been here, any tips for me?
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[That, of course, is a complete lie. On a good day he's about as observant as a brick wall with a very singular goal in mind, which is usually to get certain people to leave him the hell alone.]
Wasn't that long ago for me, either. Couple weeks. You people seem to show up in clumps.
[He frowns thoughtfully for a moment.] Umm - take everything in stride? Get used to seeing weird shit? Man, I dunno.
old as butts tag coming in ♥
[ Clumps is an interesting way to phrase it, but she's not really one to judge when it comes to words. She isn't exactly the most eloquent person... or not person to walk the earth. But at least they were past the 16/1700s. Not that she really spent that much time outside of Hell in those years.
Taking a sip, she gives a hum in response to his advice. ]
Well, I'm pretty used to weird shit, so I guess I'm a step ahead.
no prob bud
We talking zombie apocalypse weird shit, or Carebears have hijacked a plane weird shit? There are lots of different flavors out there, see. Gonna have to be more specific than that.
bar!
But hey! Alcohol makes a great substitute.]
Hey there. [Cami grins at the woman when she makes her way over. Alone and unfamiliar, which could mean a new arrival--or someone who has found an unfortunate reason to try out the bar when she might not typically. There's no way to tell just yet, but the drink of choice might give a hint.]
What can I get for you?
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She'll just play the newbie card and see how long she can make it work.]
Sorry, I'm not really used to dealing with something like this. [Such a lie, but eh... 'Tis the season.] I'm Ruby, by the way. Guess I'll be stuck here for awhile if that pamphlet thing was right? [Just gonna polish up that halo while she's at it. /cough.]
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Oh, don't worry about it. Pretty much everyone goes through the same thing when they get here. Welcome to a world that's literally crazy. [She pours the drink quickly, leaving the bottle out in case Ruby wants more--which she probably will, given the questions she asks.]
Cami, and sadly, yes. Everything in the pamphlet is true, including the part about there being no way home. But hey, there's plenty of free booze?
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[She takes a healthy sip, incredibly grateful that Cami had left the bottle. Almost as grateful as she was that was a fast healer. Trying to explain the wound in her neck would've been a pain in the ass. She'd had enough of those.]
I guess I've already done what other people tend to do when they arrive by visiting the library. Any tips for a newbie?
[She's just gonna keep her connections here on the down-low for now.]
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Actually most people tend to broadcast over the network to figure out where they are, and if anyone else they know is around. But I'd guess the library is pretty popular after they're told they're in Wonderland; I know I checked out the books. [Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and other stories by Lewis Carroll were the closest thing any of them had to a history of Wonderland, and even those only gave the reader an idea of what they were in for.] But if you want a tip, I'd start by looking for people you know from home. Having that common ground can be helpful when this place goes all weird.
old as butts tag coming in ♥
Well, I've been to the library and ran into a few people from home. They weren't too thrilled to see me and the feeling's mutual for one of them. [ Stabbed each other with forks in greeting, great start to the day. He may or may not have also broken her nose - but lucky for her, there's no more traces of it within view. ]
I think I'm on my own when it comes to this place, and that might be for the best.
[ She's gonna leave off some of the details and flat out lie about others if pushed considering Sam seemed to have had plenty of time to establish friends and bars seemed to attract Winchesters like moths to a flame. ]
Re: old as butts tag coming in ♥
The idea that she's in contention with people from her world does get Cami's interest, however. Not that Cami's at all unfamiliar with the idea of complicated situations, muddled gray areas that leave no one standing as clearly "good" while someone else isn't. Still, while it could be innocent maybe it Isn't; one way or another, Ruby's arrival might mean there's someone else Wonderland should be looking out for--
Although the question is, it is someone new, or someone who's been hiding in their number for awhile?]
Anyone worth mentioning? We've had a few dangerous people in Wonderland before. [Murderous cannibals, sadistic vampires, humanity-lacking demons: and that's just in the year that Cami's been around.] It's good to know who to keep an eye out for, in case they decide to take out their frustration or their boredom on everyone else.
working on coming off of hiatus so this should be the last of the slow
[ And a very true statement, the bar would be handy. Hopefully a safe zone outside of her room where she can lick her wounds and take a breath.
She had a feeling her statement would earn a follow up question like that, and if she wanted to not only stay alive but also continue to be able to drink here she was gonna need to play it cautiously. Make it so that she doesn't push Cami towards Sam for real answers. ]
No, they're generally good guys. I was put in a position where I had to betray them. I didn't have a choice because if I failed, the consequences would've been catastrophic for me. Facing a lifetime of pain worse than death. They're still bitter, I guess.
[ She'll spill a name if the subject gets pushed any further, but there's a gonna definitely be an attempt to change the topic. Because the second she mentions shiny and noble Sam Winchester, Ruby's instincts say she'll probably be the immediate bad guy in the conversation. ]
So, other than reality-altering events do they stay pretty tame?
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Now, he's in his room replying to some overdue messages from concerned friends when there's an almost impatient knock at the door. Minnie sits up stiffly, on the alert, but Leo bounds down it and does spins as he waits for Sam to rise, heaving a sigh, and moving to open it.
He does a legitimate double take, blood running cold. ]
You're- [ God dammit. He grips the frame tight in his hand, something in his jaw twitching as his brain works to process this. It isn't long before Ruby pushes past him (though she won't get far; there's a devil's trap painted above the inside of the doorway.
Slowly, Sam turns, taking a step out into the hall. The dogs seem to recognize Ruby despite the different meat suit, and they keep their distance, sniffing the air uncertainly (even Leo, who's usually the entire welcome wagon). ]
And a happy New Year. [ He mutters, expression darkening, arms crossed over his chest. ] The hell did you say about a fork?
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Ignoring the New Year comment, she rounds back to face him - hands resting on her hips.]
Yeah, a fork. I was minding my own business in the kitchen reading up on this stupid place and Bobby decided to start off the welcome wagon by stabbing me with a fork. I mean, who does that?
[She'd always been good at talking over Sam, and today was no different. Ruby had actually focused so much on getting the words out and her frustrations that she hadn't bothered to take the necessary precautions when storming into a hunter's room and...
Shit.
She looks up, a sharp breath escaping through her nose. This day was just getting better and better.]
Motherfuc-- Really, Sam?
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[ But Ruby's talking over him and heading inside and he doesn't even have time to warn her (not that he would), and before long, she's stuck in the trap. He scoffs humorlessly, crossing his arms and passing through without any issue. ]
Really. [ Hey, they've had bigger demon problems than her, lately. He appraises her from a safe distance; the dogs even seem to get the message and circle the circle, sniffing, unsure. ]
Well, he was probably pissed about the whole... everything you did. [ It's less snappy than he might've sounded in years past, but she'll notice he's older, now; in fact, it's been five years since her death. ] Surprised about the fork, though. I would've expected him to go straight for holy water.
[ Because everyone knows he's hunter enough to carry that stuff on him at all times. ]
Can't say I'm happy to see you, either.
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The nickname rolls off her tongue before she can stop herself, actually taking a chance while she's stuck to actually look him over. Everything about him is different, more mature - it's not good for her. She'd liked the old Sam because he'd been far more easy to bend to her will, this version of him would just take a little more time.
Arms crossing, she lets out a sharp breath. She knew she wouldn't get a warm welcome, hell not even a lukewarm one. But still, she didn't need to be a total dick.]
Look, I'm sorry about your brother. I saw.
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[ He's appropriately proud of the guy when he sees the mark, too. Sorry, Ruby, there isn't much sympathy for you, here. ]
Yeah, yeah, I get it. Poor demons. [ Been there, done that. Maybe one day he'll tell her about his experience in Hell.
Probably not, though. ]
And don't call me that.
[ Should go without saying, Sam thinks irritably. When she mentions Dean, though, he stiffens: it isn't clear what she's referring to. It could be a lot of things, if she was poking through the network, and some of them (most of them) he'd rather her not know about. ]
... Saw what? [ Better to just ask and clear it up before putting his foot into his mouth. ]
old as butts tag coming in ♥
But, that would also mean doing something friendly. which clearly everyone who knew her from home seemed to be allergic to.
Rolling her eyes at his response to her saying that nickname, she doesn't bite back a quip that slips off her tongue before she can stop it. ] You used to love when I called you that.
[ Yeah, that was smart - prodding the guy that can get you out of the devil's trap with a stick. Genius. She holds off on asking for him to let her out, thinking about his question and wondering how far she could play this out.
Might as well try. ]
I think you know what I saw, Sam.
[ And she's just gonna inject a touch of sympathy in her tone. ]
licks
Among other reasons. ]
No, I didn't. [ He half-growls, already fed up, ready to stalk past and leave her there. ... Except, it's his room, and he isn't about to leave her there, either. ]
No, I really don't. [ And he isn't going to guess, not when he could give away more information than he'd like. ] So you might as well tell me and quit the twenty questions before I do.
oh mai /o\ wrapping up hiatus so things should actually be consistent but feel free to drop ♥
under her thumbexplain herself. Explain just how good it could've been for him. ]Really? Ok, whatever you need to tell yourself to help you sleep at night.
[ She could jab, she could twist it and remind him of just how many ways there were to say a name - tones she could take. The sometimes barely discernible difference between saying a name in anger and saying it while in the throes of passion. ]
Sam, if you wanted to keep me in your room there are much better ways to do it.
[ Although, his answer has her curious. She didn't have a lot of time to dig that far back in the network, to witness the glory that was Dean as a demon. Don't worry, that time would come and she'd keep that little ace in her back pocket for the next time Sam got snippy and self-righteous with her. Truth for now. So with a sigh, she levels a look at him - trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. ]
I saw that your brother was gone. I know what that tends to do to you, although probably not to the same extreme as when he died.
never!!
Luckily, what she knows isn't the same as what he'd had in mind, so he finally releases the breath he'd been holding and glances away. ]
Not much you can do about it, here. And, like you said, he's not dead. He's just gone.
[ For now. Sam has no doubts that the older Winchester would appear again in Wonderland, though whether or not he would remember it is another story. ]
Did you bring a sympathy card? Fruit basket?
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If you start feeling self-destructive, you know you can always talk to me. I was with you through one of your hardest times, don't forget that.
[ She could say lowest, but this was already an opening for an insult - there was no need to add to it. ]
Well, if you wanna let me out I could go grab you something. Or I could just give you a hug if you really need one.
[ And cue the most innocent smile she's tried to pull off in awhile. ]
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[ He knows, and he knows that she knows, that she could be doing a lot more damage. Ruby has a lot of ammo to use against him, more than most. Even with it being just the pair of them, she could shoot to kill with simple turns of phrase and recollections of his worst times.
He knows, but she doesn't seem to be using them. Yet. ]
Definitely don't want anything from you. [ Or anyone, really, but maybe he's acting on the offensive out of habit. ] And I can't let you out until you get it into your head that you don't have the run of this place. There are people you're just not allowed to talk to. There's crap you can't bring up, ever, to anybody. I think you can probably guess what that is.
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At least until he pulls that stunt. ]
You're telling me what to do? Really? You planning on staying by my side and monitoring my every move? Expect me to be a dutiful, dead ex-whatever? Cower in fear of you and your connections? [ Her eyes flood to black, done with the games. She takes a deep breath and burns through quite a bit of power to break the trap and step casually out of it. But it's worth it. The drain is worth it. When her eyes go back to their normal color, she gives him an empty smile - crossing her arms. ]
Oh, Sam. You don't control me. Try and tell me who I can and can't talk to again and I'll give you a reason not to trust me here.
[ She should probably leave, but there's something a little nerve-wracking about trying to leave the room without him moving - give her access back to the path she came from. Shit. Well, this didn't go as planned. ]
Move, Sam. Move or I destroy every single trap in this room.
[ It's an empty threat, but hopefully he doesn't know that. ]
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You don't have to give me a reason. Let me say it again; I don't trust you.
[ He wouldn't if she were playing nice or mean or some weird mix of both. ]
I'll just put them up again. [ He shrugs, but his posture is defensive, stiff, and ready to snap into action if she attacks. ] You get leave, but remember what I said. I've been here a long time, Ruby, and I'm not taking your crap here or anywhere else.
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Answers would take time and probably won't be coming from him, so it was time to cut her loses and get out while she still has the chance. But not without one more quip as she moves past him, complete with soft jazzhands. ] Ooh, so generous of you. Don't worry, I'm shaking in my boots.
[ Much sarcasm, very wow. And with that, she's out - moving quickly before he could change his mind on letting her go. Ok, one more little thing right as she's moving down the hall: ] See you later, Sammy!
[ Best demon ex-girlfriend/thing/something ever, right? ]
LIBRARY ACTION
people like John Winchesterinsensitive patrons. It isn't that she doesn't spend time reading there herself, but when you've become so established in the stacks you tend to have a small office area of your own, and her desk is preferred.That said, new faces are always welcome, particularly when it appears as though they're digging into incredibly deep subject matter. She pauses by the table, eyeing the spine of a book titled The Event Horizon and the numerous other texts with a multitude of subjects.
Recent resident, looking for answers. Evelyn puts on a friendly smile.]
...do you need some help?
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[Which............. isn't true in the least. But, lies seemed to be on the table for today and isn't it just a good thing that she's a pro. Slapping on a smile, she pushes one of the books away with a light sigh.]
Although I feel like I might just be on a wild goose-chase.
[And manners?]
I'm Ruby, by the way. Arrived today if that wasn't obvious enough.
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[Ruby still seems to have adjusted surprisingly well, which is something to be said for the type of world she comes from - perhaps a place with a paranormal or supernatural element? Evelyn tends not ti take people at face value these days, for her own protection.
Peering over the books at her disposal Evelyn grimaces apologetically.]
...Sadly, I don't think string theory will explain why you're here.
old as butts tag coming in ♥
With a sigh, she pushes one of the books away. ]
So then, the pamphlet is the best bet? I was hoping it might be propaganda or something uplifting like that.
[ Such sarcasm, very wow. ]
I've seen a lot of shit, but this place is definitely new to the list.
Sorry for the delay!
Some part of him does think, briefly, that it could just be a girl that Ruby looks like - or that it might be the girl that Ruby was riding around before she was the girl Ruby was riding around, but he still sort of feels like he needs to make up for all that weird Santa crap. That explains the reason she's suddenly got a fork sticking right out of her carotid artery, right?
Totally.]
no worries! let me know if this is okay, also :D
[Well, good thing she hadn't changed out of her already ruined clothes. She's quickly on her feet, pulling the fork out only to be met with the fresh rush of blood.]
Really Bobby?
[She doesn't waste any time after that, eyes flooding to black as she moves behind him in the blink of an eye to jab the fork into the back of his thigh. It's the polite thing to return something to its owner, right?]
Guess you're still pissed about the whole Lucifer thing, huh.
Totally fine!
He grunts when the fork is jabbed into the back of his thigh -- at least she didn't go straight for the femoral artery -- and jerks his head back in hopes of getting in a good, solid headbutt.]
'Pissed' might be the understatement of the day.
[It's interesting to feel real pain again -- something that isn't Hell Pain is kind of lack-lustre, honestly. He's not going to be in a hurry to pull the fork out, though.]
Your sorry ass bein' here is not what I wanted to wake up to.
old as butts tag coming in ♥
It'll heal, fairly quickly depending on whether or not he wants to keep this up. She doesn't hold back a growl - not caring if people casually stroll into the kitchen to witness this. ]
I didn't choose to come here, somebody else shit in your cheerios this morning.
[ She fights the urge to actually pull the fork out and stick it right back in with a twist. ]
And if the shit I've read about this place so far is true, I'm not goin' anywhere so you might as well get used to seeing my sunshine-y face sugarplum.