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Post by valleri2 on May 26, 2011 13:50:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] you're trying to make your mark in society you're using all the tricks that you used on me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - LUCIE sat at the bar, alone and uninterested. She had been lost for a majority of that day, and just needed to unwind, before heading back to the motel she was staying at. Honestly, she didn’t know what she was looking for; being a hunter and all, normally she was attracted to towns that had unexplained disappearances and bizarre weather, but this little town in the heart of Massachusetts had absolutely nothing going on. Lucie was just passing by, trying to find something to do, so that she won’t die of complete boredom. She sometimes got tired of the life of a hunter, constantly on the move, though the thrill of the fight was what kept her going.
HER parents had never wanted this for her. Especially her father, who had been a hunter, before he disappeared, though she was sure that he was deceased, she still had hope in finding him one day. But, she remembered the day when she had told her mother what she wanted to be, how bizarre she had acted towards it, and how her mother said that she was digging her own grave. Not that any of that mattered anymore, Lucie liked hunting, for the most part, and she would continue doing it for as long as she liked, no matter what anyone had said. It was dangerous job, she knew that, but it kept her on her toes.
PLUS, it was nice to get away from the family, even though the only family she had left was her mother. Lucie did feel bad about leaving her behind, but they did still keep in touch. Her mother needed her, after all; Lucie was the only person she had left, after what happened to her husband, and Lucie’s father. And, her mother was all she had left, also, because she wasn’t one for socializing with random people. It was just as well that she was a hunter, breezing through small towns, not worrying about friends that could possibly be put into danger because of her occupation. Her mother was the only thing that she had to worry about.
SHE ran her hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face so she could take a sip of the beer she had ordered. Yes, Lucie drank beer, which came in handy after having a long day of making wrong turns, but being too awkward to ask anybody for directions. The bar was quiet, there were a few guys at the other end of the bar, and the bar keeper was staying out of the way, wiping the counter away from where she was. She let out a small sigh, and looked up at the clock. It was ten-thirty, which probably meant that she would just there for another hour or two, de-stressing.
LUCIE yawned and stretched a bit, contemplating on where she should head next, determined to find something to keep her busy.
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Post by castiel on May 26, 2011 15:39:14 GMT -5
Castiel appeared near the bar and walked in it. On the fact that he had to keep a low profile, nothing had changed. Well, there was a time when he would have appeared right into the bar, but after living a little longer on earth and alongside humans, he had ended understanding that such a thing wasn’t common, scientifically explainable, and therefore, usually, with consequences. Tonight, he wanted to, well, do something very humanlike, something that probably wouldn’t work, but still he did, he wanted to drink. As humans did, as Dean did (his reference in human behavior, go figures…), he wanted to drink to forget. Yes, he was God now, and it didn’t feel all that bad, but he had lost a lot, something all the powers in the universe wouldn’t bring back. He had lost much more than a friend, much more than his best friend.
The expression soul mate had no meaning as Castiel was no human and didn’t possess a soul of the same kind as humans, but then, no matter how different they had been, they had been mates. Or so Castiel had believed, until he had realized that he was just a tool. That he had been ever present for them, without any complains, and when he needed them back, they had left him. He had been left alone, when he had never doubted they, they had doubted him at the first occasions. Those who probably mattered the most to him had never shared his feelings. And what was left to him, was a universe, he had to rule on as God. The previous one, his father, had left without any warning or word. He would now take his place, as it remained vacant and as it was his duty to do so.
But tonight he was no God. He was Castiel who was mourning the death of his only relations. He had killed his oldest friend, and severed his links with his best one. He had been betrayed by both and now remained alone, with no family. But if love could not be earned genuinely, he would enforce it by fear. He would be a fearsome and vengeful God. He had nothing left but this, his duty, what he believed to be so, at least. Castiel had left the Winchesters quickly after announcing his new role and had been purging Heaven of Raphael’s old followers until now. He had picked randomly a bar, it could have been any other, but it had been this one. He walked in and moved towards the bar. He was wearing, as always, the same suit and same trench coat, which had more or less become his uniform.
“Ah. Huh… A beer please.”
Even as an Angel, it was almost impossible to get drunk, it would then probably completely impossible for him to do so, now that he was God. Or a God, if the other one was still alive, if he had ever existed. Yes, he had been brought back to life, twice, but other than that, he had no proof, he had never seen the guy and just had to take the Archangel’s word for it. The Archangels who had been so trustworthy by the past… You are living in a godless universe, Raphael had told him once, well, not anymore, as Raphael had experienced, not so long ago. Killing his older brother had been a huge source of satisfaction for him, something he should be ashamed of, but he wasn’t. It had been a long, hard and painful war and he had savored his victory, but only for a short time. Facing the reality had been painful.
”Thank you, good man”.
He told the barman - who raised an eyebrow after being called a “good man” - after being served the beer he had ordered. The beer, although in fact full of alcohol and other substances, was also full of memories, memories he had shared with Dean for most, and he started laughing alone in the bar, which might have seemed a little pathetic, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was remembering his time with Dean, during the apocalypse. He had been a rogue Angel, tortured, killed, brought back to live, chased again. He had suffered all kinds of injuries and other uncomfortable treatments, but those had been the best times of his entire life. He was God, but perhaps what he would have wished more than anything else, would have been to be human.
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Post by valleri2 on May 26, 2011 18:55:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] you're trying to make your mark in society you're using all the tricks that you used on me - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SHE spun her beer bottle around, careful not to spill out the liquid, but doing so just enough so that it would entertain her a bit. Lucie was bored, but there was nothing else to do and there was nowhere else that she could go. This had happened to her many times before, each seeming worse than the one before, but it was something that she needed to come to terms with. There were going to slow periods, when there wasn’t much happening in the world, during those very brief moments of peace, but something always goes wrong in the midst of it, throwing the world spiraling back into chaos.
NOT that she didn’t like peace, or anything, it was just that when things weren’t all too peaceful, she had more things to do. A lot of the time, Lucie thought that she could have done something more promising with her life, instead of becoming a hunter. She was smart, and well-educated, which led her to think that it wouldn’t have been hard for her to find a job, even though the economy was up shit creek at the moment. Lucie did somewhat regret not going to college, having been told many times by her 12th grade English teacher that she was ‘destined for greatness’.
BUT, in her mind, she had made the right decision, whether or not her parents wanted this for her, or not (which she was sure that they didn’t, but still). Lucie wasn’t a kid anymore, and she did what she wanted, even if It meant hunting down, and ridding the world of it’s evil, one creature at a time. Her ‘occupation’ made her feel important, to say the least; it made her feel like she was making a difference in the world. After all, where would we all be if there weren’t any hunters? It was somewhat disturbing to think about, but it helped her believe that she had made the right decision.
SHE rubbed her eyes, after she had finished off her beer. As much as she hated doing nothing, Lucie valued the time to get her head straight and actually think. Most of what she did was based on pure instinct that from what she’s gathered, she had pretty good instincts. But she never thought for more than a second about her actions, and sometimes it leads to her to regret some careless mistake she had made. It was something she needed to work on, though dwelling on the past was something that Lucie tried to steer clear from, because to her, it showed a sign of weakness.
THOUGH, there were some things that were worth remembering. Most of which tool place in her childhood, when she was too young to understand the evil in the world. Times were much simpler then for her, it was also when she had no idea that her father had been a hunter. Lucie let out a sigh, ignoring the looks she had gotten from the men on the other end of the bar; she didn’t care what they thought about her, she could sigh as loud as she wanted. ”Could I have another, please?” |
[/b] She asked the bartender, once he had finally come back to her end. PEOPLE in general had just started to get on her nerves lately. Not that she worked at it, but everyone just started to mesh together after a while. And now, they were all the same to her, and she didn’t bother with anyone. Nobody had seemed worthy of a conversation during her ‘wandering’ years, because no one had ever stood out to her. It might have been because she was too focused o her ‘work’ to be bothered, but she honestly wanted to talk to people. It was just that she was shy, and everyone exactly seemed the same lately. Plus, she was afraid of getting close to someone. AFRAID of what they might think of what she did, if they had ever found out. Lucie’s thoughts were scattered once the bartender had finally brought over her second beer. She then took a generous drink from it, before setting it back on the counter, examining the label. Her eyes wandered to a figure she had saw out of the corner of her eye, a new man had walked into the bar. Lucie looked at him, somewhat puzzled; he seemed completely blank. She quickly flicked her eyes back to the bottle, pretending that she hadn’t been watchint him. HE spoke weird, too. He called the bartender “good man” when he had brought him his beer. Lucie hadn’t heard anybody be so oddly polite in what seemed like years. She took another sip of her beer, until she had heard him start to laugh. It was kind of awkward, but he didn’t look like some crazy that had walked in off the street. He was dressed a suit and a trench coat, which wasn’t what the normal crazies wore. He just seemed different to her, almost in a sad way. Hell, who sat in bars and laughed alone that weren’t sad about something? SHE bit her lip, contemplating on whether or not to say something. He didn’t look like he’d hurt her, but even if he did, she would most likely be able to fight him off. Lucie gripped the beer bottle, as she hesitantly shifted her body to face him. ”What’s so funny?”[/b] She asked lightly, giving him a small yet friendly smile. Lucie did feel funny about actually talking to a stranger, because that was something she rarely did, but she had been deprived of normal people for so long. [/size] [/div] TAGGING; CASTIEL. WORD COUNT; 941. NOTES;HAD A MAJOR MUSE EXPLOSION, BUT IT'S MOSTLY JUST RAMBLING. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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