Execution 01 // This looks familiar.. not

[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[Having been back in his home for a short period of time, he's more than a little surprised when he finds himself faced with a festival in nigh full swing. The 'people' of the town don't seem to notice him or his strangeness, generally being friendly and offering him copious amounts of beer. Which he must sadly decline, after all, dat helmet.

So he sets off wandering around, trying to work out where he is, that familiar feeling of being watched by something that wasn't the remnants off the Goddess. His blade is dragging along behind him, some may recognise the sound...]

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

[...No, gotta ask. Seeing as he apparently CAN communicate.]

What was with the stalking thing? That how you get your creepy kicks?

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[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[With a low rumble he shakes his head. Once again, the blade is slammed into the ground but this time he doesn't start writing. He fishes out the blackberry from the folds of his robe and begins awkwardly trying to use it. The blackberry screaming with static (http://youtu.be/AQvLrTsrSRM) as he uses it.

He sends the text, seeming to make Dean's blackberry join the static.]

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[Be glad it's not Osiris.]

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

[He just... looks at the message among the static] ...great. A whackjob monster that thinks it knows what I want. I don't know what the hell you're on about, but you are way off the mark.

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[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[If he could sigh he would. Beginning his approach once more, Pyramid Head decides to put less distance between them. He reaches out to grab Dean by the collar of his shirt. Thinks he knows what he wants? Knows. He can deny it all he wants.

His aura flares up once again with a loud inhuman growl from under the helmet.]

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

Woah, okay, okay. [despite the front of his shirt being grabbed, he manages to give a cheeky smile. Just.] But... think we could leave the giving me what I want 'til later? I got things to do this week. [oktoberfest seems like the perfect place to get Sammy to relax.]

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[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[If he had eyebrows, he'd have raised one by now. Dean making demands of him? His free hand pulls the blackberry out again.]

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

[the smirk fell, and he met.... the helmet with his eyes.] If you know me as well as you claim, you know damned well what I'm gonna say.

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[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[He gives a grunt and drops Dean, but still blocks his way. He doesn't say anything, just lingers, staring at him with a silent promise.

'Only this time will I let you go'. Satisfied that he'd made his point, the Red God took a step back, recovering his Great Knife from the cobblestones.]

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

[He didn't say anything, but nodded that he understood the message. And he passed in the space that was now cleared. And like hell was he telling Sam he had a monster on his ass that wanted to slice and dice him because of Hell.

Well, he really should have expected as much.]

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[chaotictherapy.livejournal.com]

[He watched Dean slip by silently, turning to watch him leave. Well, he'd at least made his point. Now all that was left was to play the waiting game. He wasn't as dense as James, so perhaps this would be somewhat of a bonus. He'd just have to break away that layer of stubbornness.]