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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?]
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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?
♥
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? ]