013 - Mile-High Apple
Jun. 26th, 2013 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deadly_nedI'm, um.
I'm leaving.
Thomas - my inmate - he's...graduated, he's left the Barge, so I think that's...probably my cue to leave too.
I'm...terrible at goodbyes, and let's be completely honest, I'm quiet enough that most of the Barge doesn't know I'm actually here, so I doubt I need to stay very long.
That sounds terrible.
I'm sorry. Something's come up. I have to go.
[The Piemaker - nervous, clearly hiding something, and agitated - leans over to shut off his communicator. Unbeknownst to him, he'll be back in a matter of days for reasons not clearly stated in this post]
[Private to the Marquis de Carabas]
And now it doesn't matter what you know.
Good luck graduating, you....bad, bad person.
I'm leaving.
Thomas - my inmate - he's...graduated, he's left the Barge, so I think that's...probably my cue to leave too.
I'm...terrible at goodbyes, and let's be completely honest, I'm quiet enough that most of the Barge doesn't know I'm actually here, so I doubt I need to stay very long.
That sounds terrible.
I'm sorry. Something's come up. I have to go.
[The Piemaker - nervous, clearly hiding something, and agitated - leans over to shut off his communicator. Unbeknownst to him, he'll be back in a matter of days for reasons not clearly stated in this post]
[Private to the Marquis de Carabas]
And now it doesn't matter what you know.
Good luck graduating, you....bad, bad person.
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:06 am (UTC)Well, at least you're not being forced out early then. Makes it a little less shitty, maybe.
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:14 am (UTC)There's a reason it's not in the top five careers your average high school guidance counselor recommends. No one does it because they think it's an awesome life choice, although it has its moments.
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:17 am (UTC)...'Squeaky'?
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:24 am (UTC)And it was, of course, Sam that Dean had originally been thinking of. That it's next on his list of deals. Normal. He smirks.]
Like a dog toy. When you panic.
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:27 am (UTC)I have too deep a voice to be called Squeaky. And I don't...panic. I get emotionally compromised in a way that resembles panicking.
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:31 am (UTC)I...
[Dean hesitates. There is absolutely zero chance this would be happening if he didn't think he'd never see the guy again. That, and it's the Barge: people, as Ned has learned, always find out anyway. Better to be on his own terms.]
I just want my brother back, and I want him to be happy. And safe. Happy and safe.
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Date: 2013-06-28 05:33 am (UTC)[ Private ]
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Date: 2013-06-28 12:01 pm (UTC)We, uh. They're very...emotionally needy.
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Date: 2013-06-29 07:41 pm (UTC)It's cool of you to talk to them, though.
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Date: 2013-06-29 07:43 pm (UTC)I didn't want to. I didn't want to know anything about them. My girlfriend talked me into meeting them. And...then it turned out they'd been abandoned too. We were all abandoned by the same father. For all I know there's...dozens of us out there.
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Date: 2013-07-01 01:14 am (UTC)Well, maybe it'll still work out.
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Date: 2013-07-01 01:15 am (UTC)I don't like it either.
Maybe. Possibly. They seem nice enough. Digby likes them.
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Date: 2013-07-02 01:59 am (UTC)[ Private ]
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Date: 2013-07-03 05:08 pm (UTC)I uh. [He likes dogs. He does. Fucking CES. Fucking Barge.] We never got to have pets, but Sam always wanted one.
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Date: 2013-07-03 05:50 pm (UTC)Would you get a pet now?
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Date: 2013-07-03 07:37 pm (UTC)Nah. I don't even have a house, what would I do with a pet? And with the sheer amount of cop-dodging and hospital stays I rack up, it wouldn't be fair, anyway. Dad was right.
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