cape_kore | Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

[ Kevin's been working for a few days without sleep on the tablet, so when he wakes up, he figures he must've just passed out from exhaustion. He gets all the way to sitting up before he realizes that he isn't in the bunker.

When the feed switches on, it starts first staring up at the ceiling, while in the background, someone is very clearly laying waste to the bookshelf in their room. Kevin steps into the frame as he swings the shelf he'd ripped out to use as a weapon, and he decides it's acceptable before he sets it down. He has a bunch of papers, and as he puts them into an empty pillowcase, the cuneiform symbols can just be seen for what they are -- that is, ancient and unreadable.

He reaches for his shelf again, and now his face fully comes into frame. He looks like a guy who hasn't slept or eaten real food in a few days, with an added couple layers of complete panic. He has no clue where he is, who might've kidnapped him, what they want to use him for, but beneath the panic there's determination.

He made it this far; he won't let them win now.

Once he realizes the phone is broadcasting, he curses loudly and switches it off.

This plan would probably have gone a lot better if he hadn't been Skyping it. ]

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[Steve knows panic when he sees it. That and a desperate fight for survival. He's impressed at the weapon choice, given the limited options.

He obviously needs some help. Steve can't hear anything happening off screen to indicate an immediate attack, but it's clear that he's getting geared up for something. Or maybe he's just getting prepared.]

Son, you look like you could use some help.

[It's a default slip. Everyone feels so much younger than Steve, even if the age difference isn't obvious. Son is everyone under 25 by default.]

Why don't you take a second and tell me what's happening. I think I can help you.

[ Kevin normally wouldn't have minded it if he hadn't spent the last year or so being tortured and nearly killed by the King of Hell. And all the important stuff -- the being tortured, the being prepared to die -- he did all on his own. The rescue was important too, obviously, but that doesn't still weigh on him like everything else does. ]

Why should I trust you? [ His expression is accusing. No, really, Dad. Tell Kevin why he should. ]

[Steve's brow furrows in surprise. He's gotten so used to people trusting him that it's a shock when someone doesn't automatically.

He shakes his head.]

Something tells me you have a good reason not to, but I'm also not the one that looks like he's ready to fall over. I don't mean you any harm. If you're in trouble I can lend a hand. That's all.

[ Sorry, Steve. Even the people Kevin trusts have let him down plenty of times. He's gotten used to the idea that people are going to screw him over, no matter their intentions.

Once the flare of irritation passes, he can realize he's being a dick. He thinks he's earned the right to be a dick, but he's also aware that that's not the best way to conduct himself. He sighs heavily, looking away, and then back at Steve. ]

I'm fine. [ He's been living so long at the about-to-keel-over state that that's not too inaccurate. ] I just need to know if this place is -- if I'm in danger here. If I should find someplace to hide.

[Steve presses his lips together in something close to annoyance. He's obviously not fine and while Steve might be more understanding normally, he's found himself with a short fuse since arriving. Still, he resists the urge to press. Barely.]

I wouldn't let my guard down, but I haven't seen anything truly dangerous yet. Other than the lack of apathy most people seem to have.

[ That's not wholly comforting, but it's enough that Kevin thinks maybe he can stop and put down this shelf for a little bit, maybe find someplace to collect his thoughts and figure out what he's going to do with all his notes. ]

What's your name? I'm Kevin.

Steve.

[The kid seems to be relaxing, at least a little bit.]

Where are you from, Kevin?

[ Wow, that seems really unimportant right now. ]

Michigan. How long have you been here?

[It's not actually that important, but there's a system to getting to know a fellow soldier. Or at least there used to be, and by the way Kevin's reacting to this situation he's a soldier whether he knows it or not.]

Not that long. A day or two.

[Probably not that comforting, all things considered but Steve's not going to lie to him.]

Are you hungry? There's a kitchen around here. They've got all kinds of food from all over.

[ No, it isn't, but at least Steve looks like he's in one piece. He's probably not a prophet, so that might also mean nothing, but still.

He narrows his eyes at Steve for a moment. Food is the least of his concern right now, even if it should be, but he's too scared of... life to even worry about eating. ]

Who else is here? Is there anyone here named Crowley? Or... [ He's not sure how to check for the existence of angels without totally giving himself away. ]

Or do you know a Sam or Dean?

From what I've gathered, there are a lot of people here. Someone said as much as fifty or more.

[Steve pauses.]

Not everyone gave their name. There might be. Are you looking for them?

Fifty? [ Fifty is a lot of people. Depending on the kind of people they are and what form this imprisonment takes... That might not be a bad thing. Like, obviously it's bad that there are people here, but that's a sizeable number.

Kevin's used to doing things on his own, but it's better in groups. ]

Yeah, I am. [ Why was Steve's answer so cagey? ] If they're here, I need to talk to them.

Kevin Tran | 001 | Accidental video

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lmfao i'm so sorry for him

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