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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 8, 2010 16:02:50 GMT -5
Shot after shot of tequila as she sat at the bar, her pretty hazel eyes glossed over from intoxication. She was leaned forward, elbows resting on the countertop as she downed her 7th or 8th shot...she was beginning to lose count at this point. She smirked abit, she loved the fact that nobody seemed to question for an ID with her, she figured her innoccent persona may seem to people that she would be the honest type....Nope, never honest when it came to getting her hands on the tequila she longed for to ease her pains. She looked down at her now empty shotglass and waved the bar tender over as she pointed to another bottle of tequila. The bartender tilted her head giving Rylee a look saying that she thought the girl had had enough at this point but Rylee pointed to the bottle again and the bartender reluctantly gave in and grabbed the bottle from the rack before setting it down next to Ry's empty shot glass. Rylee untwisted the top of the bottle and poured the liquid into her shotglass, the pretty drink flowing from the bottle like liquid gold. She licked her lips and tossed back shot number 9 before looking around the club floor.
It must have been getting late because there definately were not as many people in this place as there had been when she first stepped inside. She released a sigh from her lips as she leaned on the counter again before burrying her face in her hands and groaning softly to herself.... these visions were mere torture in her head these days, the fact that she was slowly getting closer to figuring out why she had them, and what was to come of the future, the closer she was to these answers.... for some reason the further she felt from being normal, but what was normal anyway? She had never been normal. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took in a deep breath to settle her strong alcohol filled stomach, it would all be ok. She would eventually help the Winchester's somehow....or at least she hoped things would go this way.
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 8, 2010 20:45:43 GMT -5
Adam slammed against the wall of the empty men's bathroom as he grunted into a piece of torn cloth from an old shirt that seemed to have been war torn from his last Hunting endeavor which caused him this wound. Stitching the last of his shoulder wound up with dental floss and a sewing needle, he went along to rooting through medical supplies in his side bag pouring some alcohol while cursing and tossing the alphabet in between, just something he did when he eased the pain. He was told when he first started hunting that he would be hit and worked in hard, due to the blood running through his veins and currently out of his body, being a Winchester wasn't as easy especially if you didn't have your big ol' brothers looking out for you. Call it arrogance, but sometimes Adam like's taking the occasional hunt on his own, something about growing his own wings. After cutting lose the extra string of floss, he tossed it back in his bag and rolled his shoulder to make sure it wasn't going to split on him if he made any sudden movements. It hurt like a mother, but that's what you get when you tumble with Ghouls. Oh boy, does Adam hate Ghouls. Dead eating or not, they piss him off and it's not really a ugly he'd let slide if he caught wind of them.
Taking an extra shirt out of his duffel he slipped it on carefully over his head, pulling his arms through rather slowly letting the fabric drape over his bruised body. Bending over he zipped up the bag and carried it over his good shoulder while stepping out of the bathroom into the main club area which seemed rather deserted minus several people, it was a good thing that he chose this place to stop at, dark and very few people to arouse suspicion from.
Moving over to the bar, he carefully sat down on a stool one away from a girl who seemed to be loving her tequila. He let his bag fall to his side, as he leaned forward against the bar to hold his tired form up and asked for whiskey on the rocks. The black eyed Winchester looked visably beaten, arm was a little bruised as well as the eye, careful examination one would see blood stains mixed in with blue denim. Wasn't really something people would pick up on right away, Adam did his best to make himself look presentable and non-conspicuous.
When his drink arrived, he took it in his good arm and let the entire thing pour down his throat. After which he almost gagged and coughed, swallowing too much and it wasn't the most pleasant tasting beverage either, but it got him to tolerate being here, and being sore. While he asked for a refill from the bartender, his eyes sort of darted back and forth between staring at the wood paneled bar to the tequila girl a stool down.
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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 8, 2010 22:10:16 GMT -5
She had foreseen it before not but a few nights back, she wasn't sure if it'd be true or not but she had tried to track the Winchesters down for so long that she would continue to do so. She had seen the youngest Winchester, Adam, hunting ghouls and coming out pretty banged up. She had seen him taking care of the wounds in a washroom in a bar, this bar. She was somewhat surprised when she heard the voice, his voice ordering a whiskey and she stopped pouring her tenth shot to glance over as he sat in the stool not far from her. She wasn't sure what she should do, she had never fully thought out what would happen when she actually found one of them...or all of them.
She allowed her eyes to look him over, he looked like he'd been through hell. She winced softly to herself at the thoughts she had seen, she knew he had gone through hell. She got up from her stool and moved to the next one, the only one seperating her from him. She looked down at her shotglass and the tequila bottle for a moment before she slowly pulled her notepad from her pocket along with her pen. She set the notepad on the countertop and took the cap off of the pen as she began to scrawl her cursive writing on the paper. She wondered if he would blow her off, would he think her strange for her difference? Would he get up and leave feeling awkward being around someone that was considered to be disabled? It wasn't a disability in her eyes, just because she couldn't speak...to her it just meant she had to express herself differently, that wasn't a bad thing.
She looked down at the pad as she stopped scrawling and she read the words over in her head making sure it was good enough to hand him. "Hello there...I'm Rylee I am mute... you look as though you could use some company," that would do...it should do right? She wasn't going to scare him right off the bat by telling him she knew who he was, that would be something she could bring up later.
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 8, 2010 22:37:04 GMT -5
The girl he seemed to be tossing glances at made her move, it could be the tequila or it could have been Adam's clearly dashing looks that consisted of facial bruising and a significant looking black eye. Mixture of both no doubt, Adam smiled to himself (Which actually hurt kind of) and turned his head to look at the young woman beside him. She seemed young, closer to his age or the same if not younger. She was fairly cute, had a way about her. It was sort of a combination of a bunch of her physical traits, her face shape just in general. Adam could get poetically descriptive in his mind, but if his short reprieve with his brothers taught him anything it was that getting poetic about a girl you meet in a bar was going to be a waste of valuable time, sanity, and perhaps a check-up.
When his glass was filled to the top once more, Adam pressed the glass to his lips and attempted to give a greeting to his new neighbor but she seemed to immediately pull out a note pad and began writing stuff down. Her number? That was easy, which means she possibly is too? Adam has confidence in his looks, but that's just ridiculous. It took Adam a little while to notice that it wasn't in fact a number she was writing down, but an entire sentence structured message. Why? The music wasn't even that loud. Adam was now curiously hooked as to what message this young woman was trying to convey.
"Hello there...I'm Rylee, I am mute... You look as though you could use some company," Adam blinked when she handed him the note pad, his lips started to form a large smile and then it turned into a jerking chuckle. He totally didn't expect this, an adorable mute girl hitting on him at a bar after a hunt. This is defiantly a story to bed had. If she was mute, means she shouldn't be deaf by default, least he didn't have to have her fall victim to his chicken-scratch writing, it was almost a requirement to be in pre-med.
"Hi Rylee, I'm Adam. Also judging by your tequila looking friend there you perhaps need more company then me, company is always welcome." He raised his glass to her and took a sip, handing her back her note pad, making eye contact and lingering there for quite some time before turning his attention to his drink watching her note pad from the corner of his eye to see if she was going to write anything else. Her greeting alone is a nice warming welcome from a night of hell.
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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 8, 2010 23:13:20 GMT -5
She sensed his hostility before she had handed him the notepad and when he chuckled at first she felt uncomfortable until she realized he wasn't exactly laughing at her. She met his eyes when his met hers and she smiled gently as she wrapped one hand around the neck of her tequila bottle and listened to his kindness in his voice and his welcoming tone. She tilted her head and allowed her hair to cascade to one side as she bit her bottom lip she giggled lightly at him and found that her cheeks were heating up. She quickly looked down returning her gaze and attention to her notepad in an attempt to cover the fact she was beginning to blush.
She picked up her pen again with her free hand and began to scrawl on tthe paper again allowing her hair to fall back into her face covering her eyes abit as she grinned. "Yes, company is always nice...you are Adam, Adam Winchester yes?" she wasn't sure if this was a bad thing...to bring up his full name when he had only introduced himself by his first, but with his kindness and his slight openness so far with her she felt that it would be alright, she felt that he wouldn't react in a complete bad way, yes he would probably begin to question who she was, what she was, possibly assume her to be a demon, an angel, something that she was neither of...but she could not carry on a conversation with him without being honest with him, she knew him, she saw him in her head multiple times....He may hold the answer to her questions, he may be able to tell her what she was.
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 8, 2010 23:43:47 GMT -5
He couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for the mute girl, must be hard for her to communicate the things she wants in life though in her own way she gets it done and Adam was a little envious of that. To be able to think and write down what you want to say, visually seeing the message you would be getting across would make one seem more humble and thoughtful, how one may be different if they could hear one's voice, or if they suddenly lost it. Though this conversation he was having with Rylee, he couldn't imagine it any other way then the way it was being convey'd now. Rather different indeed. "Yes, company is always nice...you are Adam, Adam Winchester yes?" Different might not be the word he'd use anymore. He looked at her words over and over again trying to think of why she'd know his last name. There are many reasons: she is a silent assassin, some creature, a witch, a demon, or worse; an angel. He looked at her, not really giving an off-putting look or anything, he was smiling but still trying to figure out if what just fell onto his lap was dangerous or not. He leaned in a little forward till he was a nose wiggle apart.
"How do you know my last name? Have we met before?" He asked causally, despite doing so he winced at the movement as the pain from his prior engagement flared up, not something he was particularly fond of having. She could be a psychic, it'd be sort of an ironic trade off wouldn't it? Well, maybe not ironic but a coincidence. She seemed sort of cutesy, young, and perhaps intoxicated to be any sort of viable threat unless she was playing him really good but the thought never really crossed his mind.
In hopes of easing her mind that he wasn't going to jump down her throat on this, he placed his hand over her's which was gripping her tequila bottle and poured her another shot. Smiling, almost half shaking his head at his own friendly advance. But you can't just pump for information without showing some form of exchange or kindness, it's how the world works, at least when you play for the good guys.
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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 9, 2010 0:32:42 GMT -5
He brought himself dangerously close to her, her heart began to race, she caught her breath in her throat and she could feel his breath as he spoke. She bit her bottom lip, she wasn't sure if the tequila was hitting her or what was going on exactly, but she was seeming to get lost in his eyes. She felt his hand on hers and when he poured her the shot she watched the liquid carefully before looking back into his eyes. She reached over and downed the shot quickly before setting the empty glass back down.It was quite a surprise how much of a high tolerance for liquor she had for such a tiny thing. She looked back into his eyes and leaned forward abit, the booze finally hitting her as she gently caught herself on his good shoulder and found her forehead resting against his. She looked up into his eyes, her own wide and glossed over with intoxication.
She pulled the pad back over to her but she kept herself propped up against Adam as she managed to scrawl more."I have seen you and your brothers in my head....visions I believe? I do not know what this means...or what I am...but I know who you are Adam Winchester... and I wish to aid you as I can,"she gently slid the notepad back over to him as she let her eyes meet his as they drifted from the notepad once more. She was well over buzzed, but she didn't want to leave, at least not without inviting him to go with her.
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 9, 2010 22:33:57 GMT -5
A fates chance encounter? A true Scully to his Mulder? What was this? Meeting a mute girl at a bar is one thing, but someone who seems to know who you are, has visions and what not? Someone messed around there, and he had a feeling it was Heaven's doing. Not that he already had enough with Heaven's bullshit, one minute he's there next second he's alive, not one day later he's having his ass ridden by an archangel who got pulled into hell. They really need to get themselves straightened out next time they try to run the apocalypse. Because seriously.
She sort of wrote funny, he wondered if it was the intoxication from the tequila. She was still fairly good at spelling however. When she caught herself on him, resting her forehead against his he couldn't help but stare into her eyes. For someone who doesn't speak, the eyes sure speak enough for them. Her scribbling on her pad, the way he watched her eyes move and her hand fluidly over the paper. Oddly graceful, or maybe Adam doped himself up with way to many pain killers.
"I have seen you and your brothers in my head....visions I believe? I do not know what this means...or what I am...but I know who you are Adam Winchester... and I wish to aid you as I can." Visions, yep. There were very few things that had visions, only one he has heard of had visions of Winchesters and that was a prophet named Chuck. So, this Rylee was a prophet? Well, Adam can say one thing-- Defiantly hotter then Chuck.
"You're a prophet of the lord," Adam said, still close to her. She must be drunk, least he could do was make sure she stopped taking shots and got home, wherever that was, safely. He put his arm on her shoulder and helped steadying her, but for some reason kept his forehead to hers. "It would explain the visions, maybe the drinking too. Heh. Listen, I think maybe you had too much. Is there someone you can text to pick you up? Do you need a ride home?" At this point, he was generally concerned for this random bar mute prophet. But if a prophet was here, and she was having visions of Winchesters him included then it couldn't just be a mere coincidence. He had to make sure she got home safely.
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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 10, 2010 19:07:40 GMT -5
Rylee looked into his eyes as he seemed to gaze into hers and she blushed and when he put his arm over her shoulders she could feel her cheeks practically burning. When he mentioned if she had anyone she could contact to take her home she shook her head and glanced over at the pad again before scribbling abit more as leggibly as she could with her drunk state."I do not have anyone near enough to come and retrieve me...nor do I live around here, I am staying at the Shady Shore Inn a few blockes from here.." she pointed to the pad again and wondered if he would get tired of this reading her responses to his questions, she did know people who would get tired of it and frustrated with her and simply leave.
She allowed a sigh to escape her lips as she shook her head abit and fished in her pocket for her car keys and she handed them to him. She looked back into his eyes before she pointed to the door leading outside to the parking lot in a gesture asking him if he would take her, in even more depth in her mind, asking him to join her and stay with her for the night. She had so many questions, what the hell was a prophet? And of the Lord? Was he serious? She bit her bottom lip her eyes wide and innoccent, full of questioning, longing and confusion.... she just wanted some answers, wanted some company and didn't want to lose track of one of her only chances to meet Sam and Dean as well, even though Adam lately seemed to be the focus of her visions.
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 12, 2010 0:38:25 GMT -5
She was alone, mute, drunk, and had no way of getting back unless she was drinking and driving or she was walking and in which case he couldn't let her. She was a) A prophet, b) Cute, and c) Who knows what would happen to a drunken girl who can't speak for herself out on the streets at this time of night. Adam took the keys she handed him and sort of wrapped his arm around her shoulder to make sure she could walk properly, other half was to steady his own self from his own injuries, he made sure he grabbed her note pad and handed it to her, tossing down a large bill hopefully enough to cover the tab for each, as the bartender didn't complain or say anything on their way out."Shady Shore Inn huh?" He hit the lock on her keys to indicate which car she had, "Nice ride. Also don't worry about the prophet of the lord stuff, not much you can do about it and I'm not really a God person even if it was him he busted me out of the cage down in hell." He opened the passenger door and helped her into her seat, buckling her seat belt and then heading over to the driver seat.
"Just point me in the direction of the inn, and I'll make sure you're ok before I go and stuff, mkay?" He looked over to her, giving her a sort of once over with his eyes. He couldn't help but let his mind wander, it's really difficult to not look at a woman for whom she is and not what a certain disability or uniqueness makes them out to be. She was a wonder to look at.
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