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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 28, 2016 1:55:55 GMT
Because these are just great.
Gay, old Larkbrat was laying down on top of the Impalla eating a bunch of skittles out of a low tic cup that she had with her. Grape ones to be exact. Hell, the car was hot, but she didn't care one, silly bit. Dean hated the car anyways, wasn't that right? And Dean! Oh, her sweetie! For anyone who didn't know the femme was all over Dean, beinding over backwards for him, and he just adored her right back, unlike Sam and FawnPelt who were always bickering back and forth all the time. Not to mention that in her other hand opposite of the Skittles was a clear bottle with an amber substance in it. Her favorite drink. Good ol' whiskey. On the top of the car next to her? A ten pack of cigarettes and a lighter, eight of the smokes in the packet as the other two were ash scattered in two small bits on the roof of the car. Living life and hating every minute of it.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 28, 2016 2:22:20 GMT
Omg lark.
Fawnpelt bounced around the impala, hair a mess as usual as the happy go lucky fem bounced. She stopped, looking up at Lark. "That stuff isn't good for you. You know that, right?" The drinks reminded her much of, her gaze darkened, Sam. She hated Sam. He was just... and idiot. She bounced away, bouncing into the house as she hummed happily.
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Post by Timur on Jul 28, 2016 17:42:49 GMT
Benedict It was still pretty early in the morning, and Benedict was still on a hangover from last night. He didn't remember a thing, but knew that hangovers sucked. So the male was bent over the toilet, occasionally throwing up and complaining about headaches or something of the sort. Dean Winchester Stupid car. Stupid hunting. Stupid satan and his apocalypse. The only reason he didn't quite hunting was because if he did he'd end up in federal prison, possible the one thing he hated more than the car. He only kept the car because it was his only means of transportation if he wanted to get anywheres in a timely manner. When he went over to Lark, he swiped off some of the cigarettes and wrinkled his nose. That stuff smelled horrible. "You can't continue doing that * if you want to live dammit." Dean grunted, sitting on the car next to Lark and putting his arm around her. Sam Winchester Sammy oh Sammy. The slightly overweight male was still asleep in the car for no reason other than laziness. He wasn't the brightest knife in the drawer, and usually stayed behind on jobs. A small snore escaped his mouth, and he was currently dreaming about stabbing Fawn and smiling as he did so.
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Post by Sylphie on Jul 28, 2016 17:55:23 GMT
Ryan, ryan was a shy person, incapable of defending for himself. He didn't like this place, didn't like all the monsters. All he wanted to do was sit at his PC and game, but no. He can't. The male walked over to the impala and looked at the others. He was scared of everyone here. Why can't things just be normal?
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 28, 2016 18:08:40 GMT
Lark is gay queen, skittle queen, falling-in-love-with-Dean Queen
The girl just ignored FawnPelt for the most part, grumbling something under her breath about her personality and that overall a out of joy was bad for her. Be my could be suffering for all she cared, he put the hang in hangover (screeching, STOP IT WITH THE MUSIC PUNS, DOFF). Instead she just stayed there grumbling about useless things and stuffing up on the most heterosexual treat out there. Skittles were love, skittles were life, and skittles were anything but gay. But the joy of the moment was when her honey bunches of oats just sat up with her, wrapping his strong, handsome, muscular arm around her, which was follows by her wrapping her own arms around him in a hug. "Damnit, it's no biggie, Sweetie. This job is hats probably gonna kill me, what's the difference with a few drinks and smokes here and there?" although silent, Sam's snores were getting on her nerves, but she had been prepared. "Just a moment." she would coo, before her gaze darkened and she leaned over he side of the car, sticking her hand through the open window and slamming her palm against the horn, leaving it blaring while screaming at the top of her lungs, "SHUT UP AND WAKE UP YOU FRICKING (other words, huehuehue) WHITE GIRL." mission accomplished
//prOBABLY NINJAD
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Post by Pebble on Jul 28, 2016 18:22:10 GMT
//I'm choking.
Fawnpelt bounced back to the others. She snickered at the rude awakening. "Yeah! Take that you... you... um... I dont know but take that!" She shouted at the idiot in the car. She looked over at Ryan before turning her attention back to Sam. She huffed a satisfied sigh and leaned against the side of the impala. Her foot still tapped though. She couldn't sit still.
//fawn you lost your spark.
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Post by Timur on Jul 28, 2016 18:34:06 GMT
Dean Winchester His heart fluttered like a butterfly when she hugged him, and a shy smile came across his face. What's the big difference? "Well, smoking gives you a 85%(? Something around there) higher chance of lung cancer, and when you drink you make bad decisions." Dean said, and watch as she leaned across into the driver's seat, flinching at the loudness of the horn. Maybe he should remove it. Sam Winchester Sam jerked awake, recieving a headache from the loud noises. What? "Wha, what?" and some other syllables would be spoken from Sam's mouth. They just had to wake him up early huh? He quickly sat up, flailing around a bit before ceasing the uncoordinated movements. "That wasn't very nice." he mumbled, running his finger through his short hair to neaten it some.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 28, 2016 18:41:58 GMT
//noooooo not his lion mane
Fawn stuck out her tongue. "Nobody cares, you baby." Childish, yes. But all of the gods here controlling these characters knew. Knew that if it had been a different AU fawn would be telling dean, not Sam, to suck up or pack up. Or she would be the one to give the rude awakening. She would also be the sassy queen. And in Lark and Dean's places would be Sam and Fawn, a happy couple, laughing at Lark and Dean's arguments. But enough with the fourth wall breaks. This is where all of those happy and good times were flipped.
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Post by Sylphie on Jul 28, 2016 18:51:16 GMT
Ryan flinched and let out a squawk like sound at the sudden sound of a car horn. These people were insane! Ryan shuffled back a bit and kept looking at his face. Why were they even here right now. They didn't have a job, did they?
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 29, 2016 18:04:38 GMT
//I cannot picture Sam with short hair. What is this
She gave an eyeroll at Dean's comment about cancer.'she wasn't gonna get cancer, cancer was gonna get her. Humph. The girl kept leaning back on the Impalla, looking in the window, before slanting her eyes and and honking the horn a few extra times just to get a kick out of Ryan. He honestly was much a baby, always needing to be protected and rescued. Weak and useless to the group. Gay Lark pulled herself back up and crossed her arms. "You lazy squirrel, it's late." because Sam was an official squirrel and Dean was an official moose in this world.
//scattered, oops.
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Post by Sylphie on Jul 29, 2016 18:14:44 GMT
Ryan Haywood Ryan glared at Lark as she honked the horn multiple times. That was extremely rude. The male would just walk away. Yeah. He didn't have to pit up with this? But what if someone attacked him? That thought alone made him stay, albeit very grumpily {Excuse if NINJA'D
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