Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-01-16 12:58 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-01-16 12:58 pm
[ROTM] You don't know what you have until it's gone
OOC: In reference to this, of which Bela is not pleased.
When Bela woke up that morning, the first thing she noticed was some kind of God awful smell, and the fact that there was something digging into the small of her back. She rolled her eyes, figuring another spring had broken in her mattress, and muttered something about buying a waterbed. Waterbeds never had that problem. She rolled over and felt something wet and slimy rub against her face and she frowned. She pushed herself up slightly, opening her eyes and finding herself eye to eye with a rather large New York City rat.
She shrieked loudly, jumping up and backing away from where she had been lying. She felt the pain of glass digging into her bare feet and yelped, looking around trying to figure out where she was. She was standing in the middle of an alleyway, barefoot and in her pajamas, and her penthouse was nowhere to be found.
“What the bloody hell is this?” she glared, looking around. They weren’t anywhere near here building in Queens. In fact, if she knew the city well enough, which she did, she’d realize that she had been somehow transported and dropped into an alleyway in Washington Heights, with no way to get back to Queens as she had no money. She would have to walk. Barefoot. On New York City streets.
“How did this—?” Then it hit her in a stunning realization. Those bloody awards. Hermes. Turning Sam Winchester into a midget. He didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“I’m going to kill him,” she said, glaring into the sky as she started to make her way out of the alley and towards the streets. “I’m going to bloody kill him. Him and his smartass brother.”
It was going to be a very, very long twenty four hours.
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When Bela woke up that morning, the first thing she noticed was some kind of God awful smell, and the fact that there was something digging into the small of her back. She rolled her eyes, figuring another spring had broken in her mattress, and muttered something about buying a waterbed. Waterbeds never had that problem. She rolled over and felt something wet and slimy rub against her face and she frowned. She pushed herself up slightly, opening her eyes and finding herself eye to eye with a rather large New York City rat.
She shrieked loudly, jumping up and backing away from where she had been lying. She felt the pain of glass digging into her bare feet and yelped, looking around trying to figure out where she was. She was standing in the middle of an alleyway, barefoot and in her pajamas, and her penthouse was nowhere to be found.
“What the bloody hell is this?” she glared, looking around. They weren’t anywhere near here building in Queens. In fact, if she knew the city well enough, which she did, she’d realize that she had been somehow transported and dropped into an alleyway in Washington Heights, with no way to get back to Queens as she had no money. She would have to walk. Barefoot. On New York City streets.
“How did this—?” Then it hit her in a stunning realization. Those bloody awards. Hermes. Turning Sam Winchester into a midget. He didn’t. He wouldn’t.
“I’m going to kill him,” she said, glaring into the sky as she started to make her way out of the alley and towards the streets. “I’m going to bloody kill him. Him and his smartass brother.”
It was going to be a very, very long twenty four hours.
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You're so getting shot the next time I see you...
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My toothbrush is sitting on a cup on the floor of the bathroom until this is overHungry yet? 'Cause Dean and I are about to go get a cheeseburger and fries. Double cheeseburger and fries. Maybe some PIE. THREE pieces.You shoot me again and I swear to God I'll shoot you back
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*scoffs* I'd like to see you try.
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Being able to shoot things has never been a problem
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I just hope you two make it to wherever you're going in one piece. You definitely shouldn't drive. You're too short to have your feet reach the pedals, and with this klutz curse you seem to have placed on your brother -- that could lead to some dangerous situations.
You're too short to actually shoot anything vital.
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Ah good you won't miss your kneecaps
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My kneecaps will be all you're able to hit.
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Oh but once you're on the ground I'll shoot other things. I'd try for your heart but it's too small a target
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Oh, ouch. Was that supposed to hurt?
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Nope just stating a matter of fact
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OH, but you could totally sneak into the plaza! I was watching Home Alone 2 during Christmas, and Kevin totally did all this stuff and he had no money at all. I mean, it was wrong, but he had to! And he stopped the bad guys from stealing all the money at the toy store too, so that was a good thing.
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