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discedo_logs2011-12-06 10:39 pm
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travelin_on, andifell and hauntedhunter
Where: Discedo somewhere
When: Backdated to around Nov 29th
Rating: PG-13?? Dunno, might be swearing.
Summary: Dean and Sam travel via Subway from Dissimulo and Spero to join Cas in Discedo. They reunite!
The Log:
Dean was used to dark, endless, claustrophobic tunnels with no real good way to escape. He'd lost enough rock-paper-scissor battles to have run around in dank sewers. But for one reason or another, traveling on the Subway just had him on edge. It wasn't the speed or the darkness. Even though that too made him jumpy because he was expecting SOMETHING to attack him at any moment. It wasn't the idea that this thing had been dormant for who knows how long and was recently fixed by locals. It wasn't really that the tunnel had been collapsed and underwater at some point, or the fact he was going under the lake, though that DID make his mind sink to the worst case scenario. But what it was mostly about? Was the fact that he couldn't control this thing. He couldn't drive it, there was no stopping it or turning it around. It was in and out and he just had to sit tight and hope it was over soon.
It was just way too much like the life he was told he had to lead. He had to scoff some at the irony really. But you know Dean, he prefers to grab life by the horns and make his own way. He was never good with following a path someone set out for him. There was only one man in his life that could have given him a destiny and that was his father. But that man wasn't alive anymore and he sure as hell wasn't here.
Of course seven hours later he arrived on the other side, a little frazzled and eager to get to the surface to see his brother and Castiel. That was quite possibly one of the longest rides he had to endure but at least it beat flying. He missed his baby, he wished he could have had his Impala instead. But he wasn't so lucky and there was a high chance that any roads in or out were too overgrown to drive her through anyway. So, with a heavy sigh he dragged himself out of the subway station, one hand on his gun just in case anything decided to jump out and give him a warm welcome.
travelin_on, andifell and hauntedhunterWhere: Discedo somewhere
When: Backdated to around Nov 29th
Rating: PG-13?? Dunno, might be swearing.
Summary: Dean and Sam travel via Subway from Dissimulo and Spero to join Cas in Discedo. They reunite!
The Log:
Dean was used to dark, endless, claustrophobic tunnels with no real good way to escape. He'd lost enough rock-paper-scissor battles to have run around in dank sewers. But for one reason or another, traveling on the Subway just had him on edge. It wasn't the speed or the darkness. Even though that too made him jumpy because he was expecting SOMETHING to attack him at any moment. It wasn't the idea that this thing had been dormant for who knows how long and was recently fixed by locals. It wasn't really that the tunnel had been collapsed and underwater at some point, or the fact he was going under the lake, though that DID make his mind sink to the worst case scenario. But what it was mostly about? Was the fact that he couldn't control this thing. He couldn't drive it, there was no stopping it or turning it around. It was in and out and he just had to sit tight and hope it was over soon.
It was just way too much like the life he was told he had to lead. He had to scoff some at the irony really. But you know Dean, he prefers to grab life by the horns and make his own way. He was never good with following a path someone set out for him. There was only one man in his life that could have given him a destiny and that was his father. But that man wasn't alive anymore and he sure as hell wasn't here.
Of course seven hours later he arrived on the other side, a little frazzled and eager to get to the surface to see his brother and Castiel. That was quite possibly one of the longest rides he had to endure but at least it beat flying. He missed his baby, he wished he could have had his Impala instead. But he wasn't so lucky and there was a high chance that any roads in or out were too overgrown to drive her through anyway. So, with a heavy sigh he dragged himself out of the subway station, one hand on his gun just in case anything decided to jump out and give him a warm welcome.