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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 9, 2007 1:31:16 GMT -1
"San Antoinio" she said standing up and running a hand through her hair. She grabbed her bag and grabbed a shirt and jean. She walked into the bathroom and came back a few mintues later grabbing all her and Brooklynes toiletries and throwing them in her bag "I can't wait until morning, he'll be sober when we get there" she said
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Post by Brook Fuller on Apr 9, 2007 9:39:56 GMT -1
Brooklyne came back into the hotel room carrying a white bag. "Donuts." she said, putting them on the table and grabbing her clothes. She came out of the bathroom a minute later in a tight black shirt and jeans. She grabbed her brown leather jacket and slipped it on. "Ready?"
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 9, 2007 16:27:35 GMT -1
Chrissy nodded "Yeah" she said.She looked at Sam who was still sitting there "Go get ready" she said pointing to the door
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Post by Sam Winchester on Apr 9, 2007 17:29:01 GMT -1
Sam groaned and reluctantly got up to obey Chrissy's orders. She was too pissed off to argue with. Closing the door behind him, he gripped the basin and splashed water on his face, staring at his weary reflection in the mirror.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 9, 2007 17:59:54 GMT -1
Chrissy sighed and started pacing again ranting quietly to herself
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Post by Brook Fuller on Apr 9, 2007 22:14:42 GMT -1
Brooklyne glanced up at her. "Calm down, Chrissy, save your anger for Mitch and not the floor." Brooklyne said with a smirk.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Apr 10, 2007 0:57:42 GMT -1
Sam left the bathroom, throwing the towel he was drying his face on into the bath as he arranged his collar. "OK...I'm ready." he said, sounding not too keen on the whole situation as he dragged a hand through his hair.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 17, 2007 22:11:56 GMT -1
Chrissy grabbed her bag and walked out of the room throwing the bag into the trunk and waiting for Brooklyne and Sam to come out of the room
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Post by Sam Winchester on Apr 17, 2007 22:16:41 GMT -1
Sam kept playing with his hair, fidgeting as he followed Chrissy, not having time to properly check himself over in the mirror, and still feeling awful. Leaving the room, the cold air bit deeply into him, wincing as his eyes watered, yet still continued uninterrupted towards the car.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on May 24, 2007 2:28:14 GMT -1
Chrissy got into the drivers seat waiting for the two of them to get in. She turned on the radio loudly and leaned back against the seat closing her eyes, she couldn't believe how stupid her brother was
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Post by Sam Winchester on May 25, 2007 19:18:50 GMT -1
Walking briskly, he opened the passenger side and sliiped down into the car, slamming the door behind him, wanting to get out of the cold as quickly as possible. His eyes followed Brooklyne over to the car before they diverted down to the heater, which h hastily turned the knob until hot air started blasting through the vents, allowing him to warm his hands.
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