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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 24, 2007 16:38:50 GMT -1
Chrissy sat on the site of the road in Texas. It had been about two weeks since she had last saw the others. She brought her knees up to her chest, trust her to get out of a truck,after the trucker tried to seduce her, in the middle of no-where. She sighed and put her head on her knees. Her dreams had started again, this time she killed Dean Mitchell and Bobby, In the dream she had also shot Sam, proably not fatal since the Demon had told her in the dreams that She and Sam where needed in the plan. She looked down the wet highway waiting for a car to come by.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 24, 2007 18:17:21 GMT -1
The preacher was looking at the murky highway, his foot pressed down hard on the pedal as the engine of the old rusting truck strained more than it needed to. A cigarette between his lips, he hummed the Kaiser Chiefs when his headlights passed over a figure. Slowing down abruptly, he came to a stop a few yards ahead of her and waited for her to catch up as he picked the lit cigarette out from his mouth with his fingers.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 24, 2007 18:23:54 GMT -1
Chrissy stood up as she saw the truck slow down. She grabbed her backpack and the notebook her had taken out. She jogged ahead to get in the truck. She opened the door and got in "Hey thanks for stopping" she said looking over at the guy and smiling slightly
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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 24, 2007 18:29:44 GMT -1
Sam yawned and blinked his eyes open as he looked down the hood at the road ahead of him. It was getting dark, but Sam had already had a long nap. Looked like he was destined to be up all night. He sleepily looked over to Dean, "You could have woken me up." he murmured as he wiped his eyes and repositioned himself in his seat.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 24, 2007 18:31:31 GMT -1
Preacher flicked the cigarette out the open window and casually looked her up and down, "Where are you heading?" he asked simply.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 24, 2007 18:36:25 GMT -1
She set her backpack by her feet "Anywhere" she said
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Post by Preacher on Mar 24, 2007 18:43:11 GMT -1
Preach raised his eyebrows, 'Anywhere?' he mouthed. She was running from something. That either meant he needed to be suspicious of her, or that he needed to be able to trust her. He was currently leaning towards the former. He nodded as he put his foot back on the pedal, wanting to keep moving, knowing he had to leave what he'd left in his wake as quickly as possible.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 24, 2007 18:48:44 GMT -1
Chrissy looked at the scencery passing them by. She sighed quietly putting her head on her hand. She missed the others but couldn't go back, until she figured out a way to kill the demon
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Post by DeanyBoy/Victoria on Mar 25, 2007 17:23:02 GMT -1
Dean shrugged driving. "Why would I do that?!"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 25, 2007 17:45:13 GMT -1
"So that I won't be waking up in the middle of the night again." he murmured as he wiped the sleep from his eye. "Where are we, anyhow?" he asked as his eyes flitted over the passing scenery out of the window.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 25, 2007 17:48:14 GMT -1
"So, care to tell me why you're in a hurry to get to 'anywhere'?" Preacher asked, glancing over to Chrissy briefly as the engine shuddered dangerously.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 25, 2007 22:30:58 GMT -1
"My boyfriend and I got into a fight and he kicked me out of the house" she lied glancing over at him, It had been the first senseable thing she had thought of off the top of her head
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Post by Preacher on Mar 27, 2007 11:05:01 GMT -1
"Uh huh." he murmured. "thingy. I know I'm a total stranger, but if you ask me, you're better off without him." he glanced quickly over at her before his eyes returned to the wet road. It was starting to rain.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Mar 30, 2007 2:21:06 GMT -1
Chrissy nodded slightly and looked out the window before looking at her feet. She noticed a pack of cigerettes then looked at him "Hey can I bum a smoke?" she asked looking over at him, she hadn't smoked since highschool and then it was only one because of peer pressure as she put it to the prinipal when she got caught
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Post by Preacher on Mar 30, 2007 16:09:06 GMT -1
Preacher rose his eyebrows as he looked over to her. She didn't look like the smoking type, but then again, these days; who did?
"Sure." he replied, nodding down to the packet on the floor, "Help yourself." He couldn't very well go and pick them up and offer them to her while driving.
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