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01 | Video/Action | Day 108
[It's been a week since Anita's arrival in the Cape, and all that time, she's managed to monitor the network without actually making herself known, taking the opportunity the blackout and the defunct network had provided her to move around town unnoticed and get the lay of the land. By now, she's more or less settled -- she has housemates she gets along with reasonably well, one of them a stray Allison brought home after no less than two days after their arrival. She has a potential ally in a man she's still not entirely convinced isn't a yeti, and a woman who practically reeks of magic but without that undertone of malice.
All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.
When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]
I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.
[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.
Right.]
Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?
[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]
Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.
[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]
All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.
When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]
I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.
[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.
Right.]
Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?
[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]
Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.
[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]
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[ Though, really, Sam's always been more open to talking than just shooting first. It's necessary sometimes, but just because someone isn't human doesn't always make them a monster. ]
When I was born, there was a demon. He...did something to me. [ Not exactly willing to put up the 'fed me demon blood' fact just yet, but he's frowning just the same. ] It changed me, and in certain situations I could do things. Use telekinesis, send demons back to Hell without killing the person they're possessing.
[ Prep himself to house an angel, among other things. ]
Had my fair share of people out for my blood because of what I was. Even if I was helping.
[ Kind of. He looks uncomfortable, as if he doesn't fully believe himself when it comes to 'helping' during that period of time. He did a fantastic job of screwing up back then, only because he wanted to prove himself. ]
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[She sounds thoughtful when she echoes him, concerned rather than accusatory. Demons aren't all that common where she's from, but possession does happen -- and looking into the eyes of someone who had been demon-possessed was still one of her most terrifying memories. She had seen things that ranked higher on her Worst Things I've Ever Seen list, things that were more gruesome or more upsetting, but those eyes had chilled her down to her bones. She's always hoped she wouldn't have to repeat the experience.
Pfft. Scared? Her? Tough-as-nails vampire slayer? Surely not.
She nods slowly as he explains, pursing her lips slightly as she considers how best to answer. She had asked for an explanation, and it clearly wasn't an easy one to give. Rather than act shocked -- which she wasn't, not really -- perhaps it would be better to lay her own story out on the table and commiserate.]
So your powers are the kind that land you with a permanent address in the land of gray areas. I get it. Mine are like that, too. Even if I'm helping, even if I'm not doing anything to hurt anyone or abusing my powers, people still freak out and decide they'd rather have me behind bars, burned alive or just dead any way I can get it because of what I am.
[She lifts one hand and smiles wryly, wiggling her fingers a little. Spooky, right?]
I'm a necromancer. We should form a club or something.
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It's rare for him to fully come clean about things, but sometimes it feels necessary. In this instance? He feels a little relieved. Maybe he shouldn't feel like that, but if there's one thing about Sam Winchester its he will always feel a little different. Maybe not fully like a monster, not like he used to, but still. Different. ]
We should. Wonder how many members we would get around this place. [ He's thinking at least more than the two of them. Looking down in his cup, he sees he's finished with his water so he pushes himself up to stand, taking the cup over to the sink to set it down. ] I don't really talk about this stuff that much. Kind of hard, you know, with the life I lead. The only person I've got is Dean. And Cas, now.
[ As opposed to when he was younger and felt like he had nobody. Going to college, making friends, having Jess in his life - he had been so happy, but it had all been a lie. The friends had been demons, he was never going to have any kind of normal life, and Jess...well. Even now, thinking about her leaves him feeling hollow. ]
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[She raises an eyebrow as she turns to rest her arm atop the back of her chair, watching him head towards the sink. She's not trying to be pushy, but she's always been pretty quick when it comes to making up her mind about people. Sam has something in him that most people she meets don't -- something she can relate to.
For a long time now, she's been quick to write herself off as one of the monsters, as if saying it over and over again would make her miss what she'd lost of her humanity less, but it wasn't exactly true. She wasn't the same as Jean-Claude, or Richard, or Jason, or any of the leopards. She was in a category all her own, somewhere between monster and human, and it seemed like Sam was in the same place.]
Kindred spirits are kind of hard to come by.
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[ There's something a little more tired about his voice now, and not tired in a sense that all he wants is to pass out in bed. No, this is the kind of bone deep wariness borne from years of pain, anger, and being used as some kind of puppet in a show he never wanted to be a part of.
A normal life shouldn't be such a difficult thing to hold on to, but by God every time it's within his reach it slips through his fingers. He doesn't know if it's him, or if there's some entity out there who enjoys making his life a roller coasters of awful.
If there is, it's probably Gabriel. ]
They are. I'll be honest... [ And he turns around, back toward the sink, as he leans against the counter. His mouth is turned down just the slightest, not a frown but not happy, either. ] Every time I run into someone who's like...well, us. They end up dead.
[ It's blunt, but from what he can tell with Anita she can take blunt. And he's not implying that she'll meet the same fate. It's just his way of explaining why he's kind of alone in this aspect. Maybe he's just bad luck for monster-types like himself, who knows. ]
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[She can most certainly handle blunt. She doles it out pretty generously, herself. It's the best way to handle things a lot of the time. Beating around the bush doesn't do anyone much good. Neither does sugarcoating.]
I've known more than a few people who've met that end, myself. Some were my fault. Some not.
[She smiles thinly in reply, and it doesn't even come close to reaching her eyes, just bitter and full of regret and doing her damnedest not to let it show.]