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...

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[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

[Back in his time he had always been accustomed to wandering the streets of Paris in the evening for patrol, a duty he now took up at the manor, if for no other purpose then to follow routine. So with a candle in hand (he has yet to discover the flashlights) he silently patrols the halls, until he comes to the gym. Slowly he peeks inside hand on his sword just in case, but much to his surprise it's the woman he had tried to help the previous week.]

Madamoiselle Marie?

[He steps in, taking off his tailcoat and draping it around the woman's shoulders. Yes. A tailcoat... which implies he is from a time before chivalry died.]

What are you doing about so late in the evening?

[was_a_hunter]

[Glancing up, she barely makes any motion at seeing the man who'd offered help. She couldn't bring herself to move from her position, nor could she be bothered to care that she wasn't alone anymore.

Leaving the coat where it was, she sighed softly, finally properly looking up to D'eon.]

I'm always up this late...usually later. [While she was here anyway.] What about you? Can't sleep or just glad to be able to move where you want to again?

[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

Before I was taken here it was my duty to wander through the street of Paris on patrol. It is simply a habit, I guess you could say.

[He smiles warmly at her, before taking a look around the room at all the foreign machines and such. He had grown accustomed to seeing such things around the manor... but still hasn't been able to find answers on what they were for. Not that it particularly mattered to him, he was quite fine with being old fashioned.]

If I may, what are you doing in this... room, so late?

[was_a_hunter]

[As soon as she heard Paris, her eyes lit up.] I've always wanted to go there, or anywhere really. But Paris always seems so much prettier than where I'm from.

[Some of the machines here, she didn't have a prayer on using. The newer devices, she'd never even dreamed of using, the technology simply too odd for her to attempt. Sighing softly, she reached up to pull the coat around her shoulders.]

Thinking about how useless I am...[Okay, that wasn't what she meant to say.]

[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

Paris is a lovely city, I do my best to protect it and the citizens. It has changed quite a bit from my time I have noticed.

[That last statement of hers catches him by surprise.]

Surely that is just nonsense brought on by being trapped here for too long. A lack of an ability to defend oneself hardly translates to being useless.

[was_a_hunter]

Changed or not, It's still beautiful.

[Chuckling softly at his words, she can't help but notice the irony. She wasn't a hapless woman like most of the other females here...she used to be capable of keeping up with the best of men.]

It's not lack of ability, I'm more than capable of defending myself and others, I just left that behind me years ago and haven't even really picked up a weapon or trained since. [Why was she telling him this? She didn't even really trust him and she was willing to spill the beans on the family curse...]

[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

I would agree. [he smiles]

Hm... perhaps I could be of assistance? What sort of weapon are you accustomed to using? I may not be well-versed in muskets and the like, however I will admit I am skilled with a sword.

[Being a bit modest there. He has been haled as the greatest swordsman in France for his time]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[when everybody else was supposed to be asleep, he was awake. It's just the way he worked now. this meant he was getting a lot of gym time. The gym was good. It was mindless, he didn't have to think.

And that's just what he wanted after what happened last week.

He was on the treadmill, having not noticed her enter, and was currently at a fast run, breathing still even and not looking like he was putting much effort into it yet. He was debating pushing himself on this thing, and seeing how fast he could actually go when he noticed her in the room. In his surprise, he came to a sudden stop, and his foot was still on the moving surface, sweeping it from under him, and faceplanting the treadmill, and then placing his hand to each sides of the moving floor, and lifting himself up with a groan.]

....son of a bitch

[was_a_hunter]

[No shame in your distractedness Dean, she'd have been a hypocrite to call you on it. Particularly when she should have checked to make sure no one else was in the room before she entered. Not looking up until she heard the thud of a body falling heavily, her head turned to investigate the noise, mildly surprised to see someone working out at this time of night. Could no one sleep in this place?

She wasn't inclined to move though until she'd heard that familiar voice. As soon as it clicked who it was that fell, she was up and crossing the room swiftly.]

Dean?!

[Setting her hand on his shoulder, she helped pull him back to a sitting position.]

Are you okay? Heavens, you could have gotten hurt...

[She wasn't really sure about vampires or the rules surrounding them, but that fall had to hurt, no matter what he was.]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[I'm fine.] It did kinda hurt.

[...

Well, that was the loud bit quiet, and the quiet bit loud]

[was_a_hunter]

[The honest answer got a quirked eyebrow in response. Well...it seemed he could tell the truth sometimes.] Glad to see you're not too proud to admit it.

[Turning his face towards her, she inspected him to make sure there was no lasting damage.] You're fine, aside from being a klutz...

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

You distracted me. [Goddamn.... shut the hell up, self.

okay. time to start asking questions, and THINK about what he's saying in future]

What are you doing here?

[was_a_hunter]

[So it was her fault? Frowning slightly, she knelt on the floor. If she'd known coming her would cause this, she'd have gone elsewhere. Going to apologize, she was more than shocked at what came from her mouth.] It's not my fault you're easily distracted.

[...Brushing it off as being tired, she shrugged at his question.] I couldn't sleep so I came here to think.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[Insomnia must be genetic. Or trouble. Likely both. Which would explain why Sam was running on the nearest treadmill, his feet beating out a steady rhythm along with his breathing. His shirt was plastered to his chest, his hair flopping in his eyes, but still he pounded on at the same pace. Because if he ran, he didn't have to think, and just maybe, he'd pass out from exhaustion for a few hours.]

[was_a_hunter]

[It was by chance alone that she glanced to her side, the steady pounding breaking through her thoughts. ...Sam?

Watching quietly for a few moments, she soon stood and walked over to the man. With as much sweat that was visible, he must have been at this for a while. It was a miracle he could still run as hard as he was. ]

If you don't take a break, you may hurt yourself.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

Huh? [Sam glanced up, startled out of his reverie. He hops up, balancing himself on the sides of the treadmill and keys it down to a low walk, trying to bring his heart rate down.]

Oh, no. I'm good. Running helps when I can't sleep.

[was_a_hunter]

[Leaning on the side bar, she watched curiously as he slowed the treadmill. Well, that was convenient.]

Have you tried other methods? I'm sure the sleep would be better than working yourself to exhaustion... [Not that she could really talk. She'd been doing the same almost every night since arriving.]

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[He swipes at the sweat with his forearm, grunting at the sting.] Nothing else works. If it’s not a hard, exhausted sleep.. the nightmares come back. And I can’t.. I can’t keep reliving the same thing over and over.

I don’t regret falling, but.. I keep seeing what Lucifer did to Dean. I nearly killed him.

[Dear God. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he telling her this? She didn’t even know..]

[was_a_hunter]

Whatever it was, I'm sure it's not that bad~. If you just tell m-

[As the words sunk in, disbelief spread across her face. Couldn't her family just get one break?]

Nearly killed...

[Falling silent, she took a step back, her breath quickening. Some part of her knew that it wasn't Sammy, that Lucifer was influencing his actions...it was just hard to imagine the image that his words produced. Her boys killing each other was one of the worst things she could possibly imagine.

Covering her mouth, she turned to keep from saying something she'd regret later. It wasn't Sam's fault, he didn't deserve the accusing question running through her head. Questions like 'how could you let this happen' wouldn't make things any better.]

/Schrodinger tags

[7forsecrets.livejournal.com]

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I'd guess insomnia.

Welcome Welcome~

[was_a_hunter]

[Not expecting there to be a person up this late, much less behind her, she started as she heard someone speak. Looking up and back, her eyes ran over the frame of the woman; she didn't seem dangerous or even threatening.

Turning back to the mat, she just shrugged, fully intending to brush off the comment.]

Yes. I haven't slept a full night since I'd arrived, tonight I just ended up here. [...gdit, shut up, you don't even know her.]

:D /this should be special

[7forsecrets.livejournal.com]

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I can imagine what a shock it is to be here; it's a strange place and there's no telling who - or what - might be here, sharing your living space. []

Indeed~

[was_a_hunter]

[Scoffing, she didn't even grace the woman with a glance. She was here first and seeking alone time, the woman could just go find someone else to bother.]

Pulled from your family and children is more than just a shock. [It was hell. Putting your young children to bed and waking with them grown...it wasn't fair. She'd missed everything.]

[7forsecrets.livejournal.com]

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[] A priceless treasure... I'm afraid that's not something I'd be able to have any experience with. []

[was_a_hunter]

[Curious...]

Why? As much as a nightmare they can be at times, life just seemed incomplete before my angels were born.

[She couldn't imagine life without the boys anymore. Whenever she'd felt depressed or upset, Dean had always been there to make her feel better.

It was hard to believe this woman didn't at least have a husband to go home to. She was certainly attractive enough.]