Mary Winchester | 14 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Sitting in the Parlor, Mary was mildly surprised by the decorations she saw. She'd completely forgotten about her birthday; the author apparently hadn't though. The decorations were in shades of pink and light purple, streamers and balloons littering the room. the best thing though was the white and pink cake in the middle of the room 'Happy Birthday' written in elegant letters in the middle of the cake.

She may not know the author, but she was touched that the day hadn't passed with no recognition. If she was to understand things, she wasn't even supposed to even have a twenty ninth birthday. She may not be at home, but Mary was counting her blessings that she was able to see it at all. Taking a seat by the cake, she looked around the room, simply in awe at all that was done for her. Some people may say that it wasn't much, but she hadn't even been expecting someone to know what day it was.]

This is far nicer than anything I expected today...Thank you.

[She wasn't sure if the author would even hear her, but there was no reason to be rude and not thank her for this lovely gift.]

Comments

...what better day for them to meet? XDDD;

[hearsthesilence.livejournal.com]

[He walked into the parlour, a book under arm, wine bottle in one hand, and glass in the other. It's clear he wasn't expecting a party to be in here.

But he doesn't show any form of surprise on his face or body. He merely puts down the wine and glass so he has free hands, and addresses her.]

My apologies, I wasn't expecting a celebration in here. Would you like me to leave, or should I perhaps go get another glass?

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

[He'd woken early, and realised quickly what day it was. Normally it was one of the most sombre days of the year. He'd had vague memories of before his own birthdays of waking momma with a card and a present, but... well, it had always been this date that Dean would have had to keep Sam away from Dad, keep him occupied more than normal, and leave dad alone as much as possible more than normal.

For the first time in a long, long, long time, his mom's birthday hadn't left him with a dark feeling of sorrow. Hell, he was... kind of excited about it. It's not long before he tracks her down, and is pulling her out of her seat into a hug, a grin on his face.]

Happy Birthday.

[He didn't do the party, but he kinda wishes he did.]

[cuteuketwin.livejournal.com]

Oh! What's going on here?



Hello there. Are you having a party?

[furtum-est-vita.livejournal.com]

*Bela wasn't quite sure what was going on this week yet, she felt kind of weird but she couldn't quite place why, but it wasn't hurting her day to day routine, so she was about to go get something to lunch when she passed the parlor and had to backtrack a few steps to figure out what she had just glanced at.

Seeing Mary, she entered the room curiously*

Someone having a party?

[inordertobelieve]

[Mikami walking in had been pretty much an accident. He was on his monday-morning check walk to see what the new plot was and if people needed help because of it.
When he saw the decoration and Mary, he decided that it was too late to just leave. Instead he politely bowed his head in his Japanese mannerism]

I assume you're the one the Author has set this up for?

[He also just assumed it had been the Author, he'd seen a few of those birthday party set-ups in his year here]