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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 18:31:44 GMT -5
It was around 9 at night, and Marci had taken out her dog Roscoe to get some fresh air. It was hot out tonight, so she was wearing a pair of converse, short jeans and a tank top. Sighing softly as Roscoe sniffed around, Marci was lost in her thoughts at the moment. She had gone to visit her parents for the day yesterday, but now she was back on the road again.
She did miss them when she was on the road, but like her Uncle, she loved to hunt. You could say it came naturally to her in a way, and it helped that she had powers too.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 9, 2008 18:42:19 GMT -5
Dean needed some space. With Sam on his case all the time about him dying, he needed to be alone. Somewhere where he could just get away from it all for a while. Usually that plan failed, but why not try again? A walk could give him time to clear his head without everyone butting in.
He was in a white t-shirt with blue jeans, just average wear. There was an uncomfortable heat wave, so it was the perfect attire. He lingered down the street and saw a young girl and her dog. She was pretty, but he was still lost in his own thoughts. But the dog really caught his attention. He needed one, they would prove useful, plus a loyal friend who won't disagree with you. Perfect.
He stopped when he came across the pair, and glanced at the girl and then the dog. "What's his name?" he asked the girl randomly, still looking at the dog.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 18:47:18 GMT -5
Marci hadn't really noticed someone walking towards her until she noticed a pair of feet and looked up to see a guy standing there. Roscoe, always happy to meet new people, had his tail going. Marci smiled gently when the guy asked what her dog's name was, "Roscoe." She said, not really finding it odd that someone was coming up to her at this hour to talk about dogs. Plus, if he did try something, she could easily kick his butt, or at least, she'd TRY to.
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