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vatheon2012-12-30 11:34 pm
doublebarrelled) wrote in vatheon2012-12-30 11:34 pm
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Who: Dean Winchester & Nepeta Leijon
Where: Hive 2, Phanga neighbourhood
When: After this kind offer!
Style: Whichever. Feel free to switch to brackets.
Status: Closed
So things weren’t as dire as he’d initially thought.
If the people he’d spoken to upon arriving here were to be believed, that was. But then, appearances aside, weren’t they just like him? Trapped here by some strange entity? Perhaps, this little … setback had been a blessing rather than a curse. He had been about ready to explode back home. He needed breathing space, time away from Sam — or the thing that looked like Sam, to try and figure out his next move. Being stuck in another dimension, another world or wherever this place was, would keep him from doing something he would sorely regret later on. Perhaps, by taking a step back, he’d be able to see the whole picture.
Dean had wasted no time in finding himself a temporary place to stay and a change of clothing. He’d taken a closer look at the map and welcome brochure, finding himself surprised at what Vatheon had to offer. It was vastly different from the Croat infested world Zach had dropped him in a few years back. Aside from what he’d heard from the other residents, that in itself was a clear indication that maybe the douche patrol had very little to do with his being here. After all, there were a ton of other nasties out there with enough juice to send his ass pretty much anywhere.
It didn’t take Dean long to reach the Phanga neighbourhood. He did a quick scope of the place, the hunting knife and Beretta hidden safely in his pocket, providing him with the usual sense of comfort. As pleasant as his host seemed — as pleasant as anyone seemed in this place — he really couldn’t afford to take any chances.
Satisfied, he sauntered up to the door of Hive 2 and knocked, smile fixed firmly in place.
Where: Hive 2, Phanga neighbourhood
When: After this kind offer!
Style: Whichever. Feel free to switch to brackets.
Status: Closed
So things weren’t as dire as he’d initially thought.
If the people he’d spoken to upon arriving here were to be believed, that was. But then, appearances aside, weren’t they just like him? Trapped here by some strange entity? Perhaps, this little … setback had been a blessing rather than a curse. He had been about ready to explode back home. He needed breathing space, time away from Sam — or the thing that looked like Sam, to try and figure out his next move. Being stuck in another dimension, another world or wherever this place was, would keep him from doing something he would sorely regret later on. Perhaps, by taking a step back, he’d be able to see the whole picture.
Dean had wasted no time in finding himself a temporary place to stay and a change of clothing. He’d taken a closer look at the map and welcome brochure, finding himself surprised at what Vatheon had to offer. It was vastly different from the Croat infested world Zach had dropped him in a few years back. Aside from what he’d heard from the other residents, that in itself was a clear indication that maybe the douche patrol had very little to do with his being here. After all, there were a ton of other nasties out there with enough juice to send his ass pretty much anywhere.
It didn’t take Dean long to reach the Phanga neighbourhood. He did a quick scope of the place, the hunting knife and Beretta hidden safely in his pocket, providing him with the usual sense of comfort. As pleasant as his host seemed — as pleasant as anyone seemed in this place — he really couldn’t afford to take any chances.
Satisfied, he sauntered up to the door of Hive 2 and knocked, smile fixed firmly in place.