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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 12, 2010 1:32:10 GMT -5
She allowed him to lead her to her car and she smiled at him as he buckled her into her seat like a child, if she had been sober she definately would have "told" him off about this, but she knew she was too drunk to really heelp herself and he was simply making sure she was ok. She watched out the front window when they began driving and she pointed him toward the motel, directing him when to turn right here or left there and when they pulled into the motel parking lot she glanced over at him as Daisy hopped into her lap from the backseat and she began gently petting her little puppy. She looked down as she moved Daisy away from her notepad and began scribbling on it as comprehendably as she could.
"I don't know if this sounds weird...but I am aware you do not have a place to go, would you like to stay with me?" she wasn't sure if this was asking too much of him as she handed him the notepad and looked at him with wide glossed over eyes. She wondered if he would accept her invitation, she just wanted him safe, as he wanted her safe...it worked both ways didn't it? And besides he was very cute and quite charming... she blushed again slightly at her own thoughts as she awaited an answer from him as she opened the door of her side of the car and readied herself to get out as she pulled the room key from her glovebox. |
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 13, 2010 23:37:39 GMT -5
As he drove, Rylee pointed the way and in a sense isn't that a prophet's life? Someone takes the wheel, they just point the way? Rather isn't a prophet more of story telling profession? Adam is sort of confused about the whole thing, he only heard Chuck by name and it's not something he went into in depth question about, if anything it was more of a passing remark about his character. Regardless of the fact, meeting a prophet is a weird coincidence and having the oppurtunity to meet and be in the presence of one is either a blessing or a blessing. The prophecies are orchestrated by the angels from high yonder, and they screwed him over already once it's not something he'd want to happen again.
When they pulled up into the parking lot a dog that he had never seen before now seemed to leap onto her lap, Adam look startled unaware of it's presence but made no question of it. He merely put the car into park and took out the keys placing them back into the possession of Rylee.
"I don't know if this sounds weird...but I am aware you do not have a place to go, would you like to stay with me?" Of course she'd know he had no place to stay, she saw it. He blinked several times and looked up at her, noticing her glossed over eyes, embellished cheeks that seemed to grow bright red. He wasn't sure if this was a simple question or she was asking more of them then he could give this night. Truth of the matter was he still felt like a Ghoul's bubble wrap, popped and filled with more holes then then an Alabama gas station stall and he had been trying to remain composed ever since he left the bathroom but he just wanted to collapse. She was offering a place to stay, if or not her intentions are just that Adam couldn't pass it up.
Stepping out of the car, locking the door behind him he closed it. Watching her grab the room key and opening her side of the door. He stood there and cleared his throat, to get her attention of course. He'd probably ask about the dog later.
"I'll stay. It doesn't sound that weird no. I get a place to sleep, and I get to make sure you're ok so it's a win win right?" He smiled a bit, scratching the back of his head and chuckling a bit before making sure he put on a big grin. The girl was beautiful, there was no question about that. |
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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 14, 2010 2:20:16 GMT -5
When he accepted her offer she smiled over at him before she set Daisy down on the pavement and closed the cardoor behind her. She glanced over at Adam and gestured for him to follow her. She walked not far from where they had parked,only three doors away, room 157 and she fumbled with the key abit before managing to put it in the door and soon enough the door was open. She walked inside, keeping the door open for Adam as she flipped on one of the lights and patted her bed watching Daisy jump onto it and she nodded petting behind the puppy's ears before she stepped back from the bed and walked over to the chair by the window where her duffel bag was.
She glanced back over at Adam and gestured around the room in a "make yourself at home" type of manner as she smiled and began digging through her bag. She extracted a pair of pj shorts and a tanktop before reaching for her sketchbook that lay open on the table. She hummed briefly as she flipped to a page in it, the page bore a very descriptive almot life like picture of Adam, in every detail. She slid the sketchbook across the table abit and gestured for him to come over as she pointed to the sketchbook. She pulled out her pen and notepad again as she flipped to a clean page and scrawled across it abit. "You can sleep in the other bed or you can lay with me, it is up to you, I do not have any other intentions beyond sleeping... do you need a clean shirt or something? I have a few for emergency purposes like this... food is in the fridge if you are hungry... make yourself at home," all she wanted was for him to be safe, feel comfortable and at ease around her. She turned and went into the bathroom to change into her pjs as she smiled, she was finally getting closer to one of the three people that she needed to help... but her question in her mind was becoming, how close would she end up getting to Adam Winchester as time went on. |
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Post by Adam Winchester on Sept 19, 2010 23:50:36 GMT -5
Dear Dean, you wouldn't guess who I ran into. Adam could imagine the letter sounding like that with similar writing styles of a penthouse forum letter. Here he was following a mute prophet and her dog into a motel. Once inside Adam turned around and closed the door, locking it moving himself towards the window and peering out just to make sure nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be keeping a keen eye on them. Not that Hunting was easy, but one picks up a few key basic elements when it comes to securing a stronghold for the night. One might go as far as putting the instincts of Hunting just simply in Adam's blood, on top of past experiences the last thing he'd ever want to be again is Ghoul chowder or an angel condom.
Adam dropped his duffel bag off to the side when she gestured to make himself at home. He merely smiled and nodded his head. After dropping his duffel bag he winced at the pain. Looking over towards her, he realized she had taken out what appeared to be a sketch he walked over to the table she had slid it across and saw a very life like picture of himself. He tilted his head to the side and began flipping through it, he looked over back to her and watched as she wrote on her notepad.
"I'm good, and thank you again." He smiled at her and watched her as she wandered off towards the bathroom to change. Adam folded his arms across his chest briefly and then he shrugged and removed his shirt with wincing pain. After removing it, he checked out all of his wounds to make sure nothing had opened and his stitch job held. He sighed and took his socks off and immediately fell onto Rylee's bed. |
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Post by Rylee Mason on Sept 26, 2010 22:30:29 GMT -5
It didn't take her too long to slip into her pj shorts and tanktop before she came out of the bathroom, pulling a brush through her hair as she tossed her dirty clothes into her duffel bag. She let her eyes gaze over at Adam, comfortable on her bed and she smiled softly to herself. She finished brushing her hair before she put her brush on the bedside table and sat beside where he lay. She looked down at him, he seemed so at ease and this made her happy. She wasn't sure if she was crossing her boundaries but she tilted her head as she looked down into his eyes and without much thought she brought one hand to his bare chest and ran her fingertips lightly across his skin before she looked down away from his eyes to allow her eyes to scan over his bruises, his cuts, his wounds.
She let a saddenned look cross her pretty features as she ran her fingertips lightly over a few of his cuts before she glanced back into his eyes as if asking him if he would like her to patch him up. She naturally did not want him in pain and if she could patch up his wounds and make him feel better, she most definately would do so. She bit her bottom lip as she pulled her legs into a position to where she was seated criss cross apple sauce still beside him as she continued to trace over his wounds with her fingertips and gaze into his eyes almost as if she could see right through him. |
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Post by Adam Winchester on Oct 1, 2010 11:45:22 GMT -5
His wounds were already patched up, they were just sore. He sat there in the bed with his eyes open for awhile heaving a sigh, this was an awkward turn of events but he had no where else to go, and who better to trust then a mute prophet. Least judging from the evidence of her sketch book and the things drawn in there that she was a prophet, and he knew demons well enough now to be able to spot one, as ironic as that was one's time in hell especially in the cage is a real eye opener. The stench of sulfur can really be undisguised at that point. But no, when she approached the bed and sat down near him he knew exactly what she was. At least he hoped he knew.
She was a weird one, though for a prophet you can't not be weird. Right? She seemed either fascinated or concerned about his wounds, he watched her as her fingers traced along his body, he couldn't help but feel slightly-- Enamored. It's been a long day.
He raised his brow, and eventually he placed his hand over hers and looked back up into her eyes providing a small smile. He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed it, patting it as well.
"Thank you Rylee for letting me stay." He almost beamed, he chuckled a bit and let out a small sigh staring up at the ceiling, blinking. He could remember exactly how many times he looked up hoping that he'd no longer be in the deepest pit of hell, and tonight when he looked up he was glad to see the ceiling of this motel room instead of-- Well, you know.
"I'm ok though, my wounds are stitched and disinfected. I was after all in med-school, though you already know that." He smirked. |
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Post by Rylee Mason on Oct 1, 2010 21:37:38 GMT -5
She was abit taken back when he took her hand and she smiled watching as he brought it to his lips and kissed her hand, it felt nice. It had been so long since anyone had spent time alone with her, it was hard for most people to get passed the fact that she was mute, it was hard for most people to sit in silence with a girl who could only communicate through hand gestures, eye expressions and a pencil and paper. For once she felt as though this boy beside her understood her more than anyone else ever had, more than anyone else ever could. When he patted her hand she intertwined her fingers with his as she nodded at his words making him aware that, yes she did know he had been in med-school and another nod that explained that she was glad he was with her just as much as he apprecciated her invitation.
She wasn't quite sure what to do... was it ok for her to lay with him? Would he feel uncomfortable? Or would he like the idea just as much as she did, the idea of lying with someone who didn't judge you, didn't look at you bad, didn't criticise or question... someone else that could possibly just care for the night about the person beside them. Did she care about Adam? Of course she did, he had been in a number of her visions, she felt as though she knew him even if she hadn't personally until just now, but she also wondered if he could ever care for her. She unfolded her legs and shifted to lay beside him as she kept her hand in his and she lay on her side facing him as she allowed herself to look into his eyes a look of questioning whether she was crossing any boundaries, it was always said that actions spoke louder than words, but she wondered if he could truly understand what she was trying to convey. |
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Post by Adam Winchester on Oct 25, 2010 20:23:48 GMT -5
One can say if women weren't hard enough to read as it is, try reading one who can't speak. Most would reply that they are grateful that they have a woman who can't speak, but an injured Adam laying in bed with a prophet would like to say otherwise. Hell was, well, hell, and now he was out with a hurt full of Supernatural knowledge and two brothers probably wondering where the hell he was, at least he hoped they wondered, even just a little. He let out a sigh, smiling as she intertwined their hands together.
He thought her a wonder, a beauty, and her journey a poetic one. To be a prophet but cannot speak of that which you saw but can only express through writing and drawing. Though most prophets write of their tales, to not be able to verbally express them must be frustrating. Mute, he'd like to get to the core of that and solve it for her. People can over come something like being mute right?
Adam's hand absently moved to touch her cheek as she laid down next to him, he wasn't sure what she wanted of him tonight but he tried his best to understand what it would be, and why. He held her hand a little more tightly as he leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips before letting his forehead rest against her's. Hoping, that he is replying to the right message. |
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Post by Rylee Mason on Oct 25, 2010 22:46:21 GMT -5
She gripped his hand back lightly as she watched his eyes, she could tell he was thinking, but what about? she tilted her head as she allowed her eyes to not be so questioning and when he brought his lips to hers she smiled against his lips and squeezed his hand gently. She had closed her eyes for the brief moment but when he rested his forehead against hers she opened them to look him in the eyes once more. She nodded lightly letting him know that his action was ok. She bit her bottom lip as she glanced down slightly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she played with his hand now with both of hers. She released a small sigh of content as she glanced back into his eyes and she thought for a moment.
She slowly let go of his hand as she pointed to him, putting her finger gingerly on his chest for a moment before she pointed to herself and was trying to ask him a few things at once. She wanted him to stay with her, so she could protect him, warn him, be by his side, but at the same time in retrospect she was sort of asking him to be with her but she wasn't sure if that was fair or too fast or if it was the tequila getting to her pretty little head, but she knew that she really cared for him and she felt safe and never wanted him to leave. |
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