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Post by brooke on Jul 21, 2011 18:53:57 GMT -5
This was ridiculous; she had been driving more than 24 hours to get to Sioux Falls from San Francisco. She had left her mother’s place in the afternoon, the day before and now she had just crossed the borders of South Dakota rolling her eyes at the sign’s writing ‘Great faces, Great places’. At least, it was a relief she had reached the state but she had a couple of more hours driving to get to the desired city.
Even though she hadn’t had any sleep since she left San Francisco, she looked like she had been on the road for a couple of hours. The joys of having Eleanor’s genes. And yet being on the road for so many hours, she hadn’t thought of what she would say to him, her… father when she would see him. Except for his name and address, she knew nothing about him; if he knew what Eleanor was or if he had any knowledge of the supernatural world. One thing she knew was that she wasn’t gonna tell him right away who she was.
After a couple more hours of driving, she finally crossed the borders of Sioux Fall’s city. That’s when she stopped to check the address one more time to make sure. She started driving rather slowly unlike before; when she was eager to get to the damned city.
Driving through the streets of Sioux Falls, it took her about an hour to find the address that matched the one on the paper she had with her, after asking a couple of locals for directions. Though it must have been some kind of mistake.. Her father couldn’t live there.. Why would her mother be with a guy like that? Yes, that may sounded snobby but it seemed highly unlike her mother to be interested in that kind of guys but then again she knew better than judging a book by its cover, besides, the sign was saying ‘Singer Auto Salvage’ so, this must have been it.
Taking a deep breath, she drove into the yard looking around, frowning a bit at the dead cars around. Finding a spot to park her car, she came out of it and walked her way to the front door. She stood there for a moment before knocking on the door firmly, waiting for someone to answer. She hoped at least someone would be home. She had no idea if he was living alone or if he was married or anything.. She took a look around again. Hmm.. highly unlikely. [/size] Word Count: 424Tags: BobbyOutfit: Clickey! |
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Post by bobbysinger on Jul 25, 2011 19:35:28 GMT -5
Bobby had been having a usual morning. He wanted the day to be over to be honest. Hunters were calling him like crazy about this Castiel business. Most of them knew that Castiel was a friend of Bobby’s, and now he was acting as though he were God. Hell…he WAS the new God far as Cas was concerned. Things changed. Everything changed. Castiel was beside himself, and Bobby too. Bobby wished things could be the way they were, but he knew they wouldn’t be, and he knew that Castiel wouldn’t listen to him. Still…he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He didn’t want to KILL Castiel, but he knew if it came down to it, he might have to.
Bobby answered the phone one more time as it rang and he wanted to throw it down. “Damit,” he muttered. He was frustrated. No one was listening to him again, and whenever he gave a suggestion it was ignored. “FBI, agent Gorden speaking,” Bobby said as he realized it was a Sheriff’s department calling him. Bobby sighed shaking his head. This was getting unreal. Hunters were everywhere, they were getting on his last nerve. “Yes sir, I do know an agent Ryley, and Mahone…” he said wishing they would at LEAST pick less obvious names.
FINALLY Bobby decided to have a lunch break. He needed one. He needed to eat. He hadn’t eaten a LONG time. He went to the fridge and grabbed some of the pasta he made earlier. It was still good even though it was cold. Still edible. Bobby had some quickly and then he sighed when he heard a knock on his door. “Now what?” he muttered wondering if some hunter had a dead body to bring him or not. Bobby sighed and shook his head. So much for lunch.
He walked over to the door and saw her. Though she had NO idea who, HER was. “Yes, can I help you?” he asked her softly. He wasn’t in the mood for pranks, and if this was another one of those local ones…they had another thing coming.
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Post by brooke on Jul 27, 2011 2:40:40 GMT -5
She better have had the right place cause she had made a really long trip from San Francisco to get there and still she hadn’t figure out what she’d tell him. "Hi, I am your long lost daughter, what’s for dinner?" wasn’t exactly the best way to start off. Why did it have to be so complicated? She’d rather have to deal with a demon.. At least she’d know what to do. A soft sigh escaped from her lips.
That may looked like she had been waiting for a while but she had just knocked on the white wooden door. Her hands were knotted to her front, her thumbs playing with each other. Nervousness? Excitement? More like anticipation.. She just wanted to get over with those first awkward moments to get moving on to the serious stuff.
She didn’t know how much he knew about Ellie’s death but her instincts were telling her that he did and one thing she had learned was to trust those instincts; they were always helping her make the right decision. She just hoped this was one of those times too and she hadn’t done all of this for nothing. Besides her mother wouldn’t tell her to go find him if he would have nothing to offer..
As the door finally opened, Brooklyn’s eyes met the guy before she takes a brief moment to look behind him, into the house the best she could from the door opening. If this guy was something more than just a single salvage yard owner, he was hiding it pretty well. Her eyes quickly focused back on him "Uh.. you tell me.." she said before taking a small pause as her hands unlocked from each other "Are you Robert Singer?" she asked the guy standing in front of her. Word Count: 299Tags: BobbyOutfit: Clickey! |
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