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mayfield_rpg2012-07-16 06:24 pm
demonhunting) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-16 06:24 pm
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first hunt
[ACTION - 749 Partridge]
[The first thing Sam sees when he wakes up is a roof and four walls, which is enough to startle him awake. The last thing he remembers is entering a diner, then bright light, then--nothing.
He figures Yellow-Eyes probably has something to do with it, and the thought makes him clench his fists. But a quick survey of the room (and, for good measure, rummaging through the drawers) turns up a big stinking pile of nothing, not even weapons. The closet? Full of clothes from the fifties. And there is a woman next to him on the bed, which is doubly weird.
What the hell?
So, after hastily getting out of bed and throwing on some clothes, Sam will commence searching through the house for something, anything. At some point, he'll also find the salt and start sprinkling salt lines all over the house for good measure.
It worked before.]
[PHONE]
[So he doesn't have a cellphone on him. That's fine, there's a telephone in the house. Granted, it's as fifties as the rest of the place, but it's still a telephone.]
Hey, Dean? Bobby? Can you hear me? I think I'm stuck...somewhere that looks like it's from the fifties. Could be Yellow-Eyes, but I sorta doubt it. [At this point, he'd say, "Call me," but there's no trace of his cellphone anywhere. He's pretty sure it's because it didn't fit with the fifties theme.] And don't worry about me, either, I'm fine.
[Hopefully.]
[The first thing Sam sees when he wakes up is a roof and four walls, which is enough to startle him awake. The last thing he remembers is entering a diner, then bright light, then--nothing.
He figures Yellow-Eyes probably has something to do with it, and the thought makes him clench his fists. But a quick survey of the room (and, for good measure, rummaging through the drawers) turns up a big stinking pile of nothing, not even weapons. The closet? Full of clothes from the fifties. And there is a woman next to him on the bed, which is doubly weird.
What the hell?
So, after hastily getting out of bed and throwing on some clothes, Sam will commence searching through the house for something, anything. At some point, he'll also find the salt and start sprinkling salt lines all over the house for good measure.
It worked before.]
[PHONE]
[So he doesn't have a cellphone on him. That's fine, there's a telephone in the house. Granted, it's as fifties as the rest of the place, but it's still a telephone.]
Hey, Dean? Bobby? Can you hear me? I think I'm stuck...somewhere that looks like it's from the fifties. Could be Yellow-Eyes, but I sorta doubt it. [At this point, he'd say, "Call me," but there's no trace of his cellphone anywhere. He's pretty sure it's because it didn't fit with the fifties theme.] And don't worry about me, either, I'm fine.
[Hopefully.]
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[Hopefully.]
I'm guessing that applies to our stuff as well, huh?
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[ Well, Aziraphale is no expert, but... ]
I would guess so. I'm not entirely sure, however.
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Then yeah, something's taken a few things of mine too.
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[Somebody wants as much information on the town as he can get.]
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