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Post by William Doyle on Jul 24, 2012 23:42:21 GMT -5
[will]Will gave her the affirmative she needed, knowing he wouldn't betray her trust now that he'd earned it. Or forced it. It didn't really matter how he'd gotten it, just that he had. She was seventeen. That was godawful young to be in this..this whatever-business-this-was.
Another thought struck him. "Does the father know?" Really, he was asking if the father was significantly older than her. There was always the worry that an older man might shrug off the youthful girl and her child. "How long until you turn eighteen, or will it be too late?"[/will]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 24, 2012 23:52:40 GMT -5
[zee]"Nobody knows. Nobody." Fierce with it. "Nobody knows any of it. Not my age, not my name, nothing. The only person who knew is dead and there's no one left who can--"
She cut off the rant with a gulping sound like maybe she was shoving down tears and turned to glare at Will. "What is it about you that gets me talking like some kind of idiot? I don't even know you. But you just look at me and ask questions all gentle and calm and I start spilling my guts." Her eyes narrowed. "I swear to Christ if you're actually some kind of, like, pagan god of honesty or lie-eating monster or something, I will figure out what it takes to hunt you and make you pay."[/zee]
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Post by William Doyle on Jul 25, 2012 0:12:10 GMT -5
[will]Will held up his hands in submission, and tried not to look too amused. "I'm sure I'd be aware if I was either of those. I'm not. Just a guy. Harmless enough. Really. Like I said, Zee, I just want to help. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. And if you wanted to know about me, you had only to ask. My name is William Doyle. I'm 38-years-old. I'm in love with my closet. Which is full of suits. I'm not gay. I hate milk. I can go on for as long as you like."
He smiled warmly. "Nobody will ever know what you've told me. I promise that."[/will]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 25, 2012 0:25:27 GMT -5
[zee]"You're something, though." It felt good to direct the attention away from her, she needed the breather. "You knocked out a dozen demons with one burst of white light, and nothing does that except angels and prophets. So you're something. Somehow."[/zee]
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Post by William Doyle on Jul 25, 2012 0:29:14 GMT -5
[will]He frowned, shook his head slowly. "I'm not an angel. Of that I'm certain. Wouldn't I know? And what is a prophet? What does a prophet do?" Will sounded just like he felt, lost and overwhelmed by the situation.[/will]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 25, 2012 1:07:32 GMT -5
[zee]"Prophets write the word of God. You do a lot of writing out tales of apocalyptic dramatic events? All Agamememnonish like we were talking about earlier?" Hey, maybe he even did. No way she would know.
They were across the county line by this point, Zee went ahead and pulled off at an exit that looked like it would have a strip mall or something off it. Sure enough, within a couple of blocks they came to decent-sized suburban mall and she started circling around to find parking. "We should be okay to hit the mall, if we don't dawdle. Demons tend not to like places with so many people in them, they've got just as much invested in not being found out as the other side. We can grab you some clothes or something too, some basics." She thought her current credit card would hold out for that. "Then we'll eat and get back on the road."
As she parked, she reached into the glove box and pulled out a battered manila envelope, handing it to Will. "Put those on. If things go hinky in there, do what I tell you." Inside the envelope was a leather necklace cord with a half-dozen mismatched charms hanging off it and a bracelet of hemp or jute twine knotted around what looked disturbingly like small bones.[/zee]
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Post by William Doyle on Jul 25, 2012 1:19:58 GMT -5
[will]"Actually, no. I'm not much of a writer these days. Business purposes only. At one point...but even then I wasn't writing strictly Agamemnon-style scripts. And I wasn't just a writer, it was an occasional thing." Which counted that out, because he never even felt urgings to write apocalyptic things.
Will nodded, feeling some relief. Something he could do, finally. He was all the more grateful that his wallet was still hiding out in his back pocket. He'd left his cell phone behind, which had been thoughtless, but he'd taken his wallet when he'd left his room. Obedient, he put on both the necklace and the bracelet without so much as a grimace of distaste.
"I can cover food, if you like. I may be on the run, but unless demons are going to track all of my card transactions, we should be fine." If not, he did still have cash and he could pull out more from random atms as needed.[/will]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 25, 2012 20:28:40 GMT -5
[zee]"Not usually their MO, tracking credit cards. They generally don't have to, they just search for you magically." She reached out and tapped the ugly bracelet he'd tied on at her insistence. "S'what that prevents. If nothing else, it'll take them a couple of days to figure out that they can't just wish upon a star to find you."
She led him into the mall and her first stop was a cell phone kiosk, where she consulted almost not at all with Will before picking him out a prepaid carrier and a vastly overpriced smartphone. She was actually a little surprised when Will paid for it himself, but as soon as the guy handed over the phone she took it away from Will and turned off the GPS tracking, as well as adjusting a number of other obscure settings and buying him a handful of distinctly sketchy-looking apps that did things like bounce all your texts and emails through a proxy server or allow you to see the GPS locator coordinates of an incoming cell phone call before you answer it before she so much as let him touch it.
Once she'd handed it back to him she asked, "So what do you need to pick up? Think in terms of being on the road for like three weeks, and you do not need suits."[/zee]
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Post by William Doyle on Jul 27, 2012 0:24:53 GMT -5
[will]Will grinned. "No suits. I'd like to get a couple of pairs of jeans and some shirts to start. Underwear, at least one solid pair of shoes, hygienic items and a good-sized duffel to store it all in." He could live out of a bag, he did it normally. Of course, the type of clothes he usually wore were designer brand and had to be ironed.
He spun contemplatively, searching the mall until he chose a department store at seemingly random. He wandered inside, appeared to meander efficiently among the men's clothing, picking and choosing a few items from here and there. Locating a large duffel bag in another section of the store, he picked that up as well. He found a package of boxer-briefs and another of socks. Lastly he roamed the shoes before picking out a box seemingly at random.
Checking out, he had the cashier just put all of his purchases in the duffel. When all was said and done, he turned to Zee. "The only things I can't get at mall are the hygienic items. A pharmacy or store will have what I need." Will couldn't help glancing wistfully at a gadget store, at heart he was a bit of gadget-geek, and leaving behind his tablet and his laptop just hurt. Decisively turning his attention back to the girl, he shouldered the duffel.[/will]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 27, 2012 0:44:52 GMT -5
[zee]"We'll hit a drug store wherever we stop for tonight," she promised him. "Anything else you want to get while we're here? We're not gonna be hitting a lot of malls, probably, so if there's anything else you want, now's the moment. Soon as we're done we're getting takeout and it's back on the road." She wanted to put a lot more miles between the site of his attack and where they actually were and was already planning to drive like a demon until late into the night.
Zee was feeling twitchy, and as much as she wanted to think it was because of the (fairly unlikely) possibility of demon attacks, she privately knew that it was because she still didn't know what she was dealing with in Will. She didn't know what he'd done to those demons. She didn't know why she trusted him enough that she'd tossed all her plans out the window on twenty minutes' acquaintance to keep him safe. She didn't know why she kept telling him truths that she'd never given anyone else when she'd known him for less than a day. She didn't understand and it worried her to death.[/zee]
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Post by William Doyle on Jul 27, 2012 1:34:24 GMT -5
[will]He considered her offer and decided that it was better to make sure he was happy than forgo something he might later want. Decision made, he strolled into the gadget store and casually dropped the money for some of their most expensive items as thought it was an everyday thing for him. Which, it very well could have been. When he exited the mall, Will was a happy man and needed only the essentials from whatever drug store they happened on later in the evening.
He put his duffel on the back seat and climbed into the front passenger with his new tablet in hand. By the time they were an hour away from the mall, he'd already set the thing up with security and had it downloading some of his personal files off of his desktop. "Thank you for the advice, I would have made myself miserable later. How are you holding up? You've been driving for...a good chunk of time." Concern laced his voice, but Will didn't fuss.[/will]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 27, 2012 1:45:27 GMT -5
[zee]She watched him buy the electronics, not managing to keep the impressed off her face as well as she wanted to. Zee ran a very successful series of credit card scams to fund her hunting, and she rarely to never actually ran low on funds. But she also couldn't drop six grand on electronics without a second thought and as they headed out of the mall she couldn't help but ask, "What do you actually do, anyway? Fashion model? Software executive? Exiled prince?"
As part of her ongoing attempts to do right by the baby, she drove them through an Arby's so that she could get a turkey sandwich, apple slices, and mac and cheese instead of anything fried. She'd managed to give up smokes, booze and junk food (well, mostly) for this kid, sometimes even she was amazed by that. She hadn't gotten off caffeine, though, and she was still sleeping six hours a night tops, but she couldn't change everything about herself overnight.
"I'm used to driving all day and night," she told him when he asked. "I'm good. How about you, how are you holding up? This shit's a lot to wrap your head around, I know."[/zee]
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Sam Winchester
The monster I have become watches me from the mirror.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 27, 2012 2:24:07 GMT -5
[sam]He tried not to laugh and failed. "No, no and no. I was in the entertainment business for a decade. Now I'm in the non-profit business. The non-profit business isn't as lucrative as entertainment, but I'm still pulling an income off of royalties and the occasional consultant fee." At Arby's, he got just a regular roast beef sandwich and a thing of curly fries. He made happy little sounds as he munched away.
"Well, I'm trying to treat it like an overnight vacation. If I think too seriously on the whole demon part, I'm worried I'll lose the calm I've got. Right now, I can't afford to be upset or freaked out. So I'm trying to keep it all rational and in perspective." Which was hard, especially with his body running hot and then cold. "I'm gonna take it one step at a time until I can grasp it all."[/sam]
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Post by Zee Kerrick on Jul 27, 2012 2:35:56 GMT -5
[zee]She shook her head and couldn't spare a little sigh. "Must be nice. I could buy a year's worth of silver ammo for the cost of that laptop." But she didn't let herself wish after it, just said, "Anyway, I'll stop worrying whether you can pay your half of the motel bills."
"Anyway, if you've got questions I'll try to answer 'em. I know demons pretty well," she was taking a sip of her iced tea, there, it sort of helped cover up the hitch in her voice, "and at least some about a lot of other things. So if there's anything you want to figure out better, I'll help if I can."[/zee]
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Post by William Doyle on Jul 30, 2012 1:10:14 GMT -5
[will]He actually gave pause, considered her words. "I could always start a bank account for hunters. If I'm going to be in this life, I might as well commit all the way, you know?" And it wasn't like he didn't have money to spare. "An idea to think about, at least." Something work on when he couldn't sleep, because thinking about what he was just wasn't something he was ready to deal with.
"Questions...I don't even know where to begin. Let me try to find...So is the bible really really? I mean, you've mentioned demons and angels, so...Unless there's some other faction I don't know about?" Will picked at a curly fry, almost reluctant to find out the truth.[/will]
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