Sabaku no Temari | 05 | [In Person]

[suna_bitch]

[They were finally away from the guards and the cells, something she was infinitely thankful for. More so for the fact that her fan was back and she didn't have to take shit from anyone else anymore.

Propping herself back against a tree, she spread her fan before her, cleaning the filth that had accumulated on the ribs and leaf. Sweeping the cloth over the steel, she listened closely for anything or anyone that may come near her. A rabbit had already come too close to death, her nerves on edge for some reason that was beyond her knowledge. It didn't matter much though, she just had to remember that as far as she knew, she was the second strongest person here, second only to the author. In her opinion anyway. Sure, Gokudera was close, but if she was playing seriously, he wouldn't have a prayer.

Hearing the crunching of leaves, she paused in her actions, tilting her head.]

What do you want?

Mary Winchester | 04 | [In Person]

[was_a_hunter]

[She couldn't sleep. She hadn't slept properly since she'd arrived...aside from the times John would stay at a motel after their fights, she hadn't slept alone since she was eighteen. Pulling the housecoat tighter around herself, she walked silently through the dark halls. It had become almost ritual to do this at night, walk herself until she was about ready to collapse...it was this or stare at the walls, cried out but unable to rest.

Not caring about where she went, Mary soon found herself staring into the gym. Taking a breath, she stepped inside, a small step for most, but a big one for her. It wouldn't kill her to have a look around, it wasn't like she was doing anything else anyway.

Sitting on the mat, she looked around. Ever since that guard beat the crap out of her, she'd thought about coming here and making herself useful again...she was hesitant though. Part of her wanted to build herself back up like she used to be, to not have to sit back and watch those she loves fight alone, it was beaten down by her other half though. The one that longed for that normalcy she had been denied as a child.

Sighing, she buried her face in her hands. She didn't know what to do. She'd fought so hard to escape having to fight monsters...but was just going to sit back and watch people being slaughtered and beaten when she could have done something to save them?]

...Why am I even here...

22nd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video] [backdated to morning]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[After a REALLY shitty past couple of weeks, and his usual method of venting (beating people up) didn't really fly well during prison week, Hayato had taken a surrogate: his bedroom.]

[The feed came on with a crash as the blackberry is dropped to the floor. There's the sound of something crashing against the walls. For a brief moment Hayato ckmes on screen, bedside table in his hands mid-throw, and not even a moment after he disappears from off screen there's the sound of breaking wood as he throws it at the wall.

After a few more minutes of pounding and crashing noises, part of the teen can be seen again, only this time he is holding his work table, and with surprisingly good form he pegs that sucker right out his window. Unfortunately for him, it sets off that wonderful little bomb trap he had set on his window. Both Hayato and the blackberry are blown back against the wall, but the damage is minimal. He has replaced the charge to something weaker to prevent his room from getting blown into oblivion AGAIN.

Hayato simply sits there for a moment, breathing heavily and just looking at the damage. Oddly enough it felt good... and nothing was on fire. Window looked to have seen better days though. The teen lets out a content sigh and just flops onto his side, all is well and good until he spots the blackberry... and that it's on. He pushes himself up again and growls, grabbing the device and giving it a half-assed throw across the room.

NOW all was well and good....

other than... you know... his room being a wreck.]