Mary Winchester | 27 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Holding her hand against a gash in her arm, Mary's moving through the fog blindly, trying to ignore the blood dripping onto the ground, providing a decent enough trail to anyone curious enough to follow it. When she's safe, she can find a way to wrap it...but there lies the problem. No where is safe right now. Even the shop that she'd tried to take refuge in had been occupied by something less than friendly, all sharp teeth and claws.

Anyone close enough to her will notice the large knife held in her free hand. If they get too close, it may end up in their neck...in this place you couldn't take any chances. She remembered it well and knew to not make too much noise, that was the only thing keeping her from calling to check in with Dean and anyone else she was close to.

There was a small part of her that was enjoying this. The familiarity and the release of using your skills to their fullest, but this wasn't her life anymore. She'd worked hard to keep things that way, but the manor was determined to ruin that choice.]

Comments

[was_a_hunter]

If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were flirting with me. [Which was actually a laughable thought in her opinion. There had only been one person here to actively flirt with her and Dean detested Mr. Lecter. She wasn't sure that she'd ever hear the end of it.]

I hope so. As much as he's been training with me, I'm still wearing down. [Life at the manor has made her a little lazy...or lazier than what she usually was. Aside from making breakfast, there wasn't much that really needed her attention but books.]

[Frowning, she tilted her head a little.] Xena?

Who's Xena?

[notkinkypatch]

Flirtin? Me? Nonono, c'mon now, you're underestimatin my smooth operator capabilities. If I was flirtin for keeps the atmosphere would be a hell of a lot sexier. [It'd be a lot cruder. Nonono, no. Badou plays around but she's someone's mom man. Not to mention an acquaintance. He knows who's off limits- for the sanctity of his asshole in one piece, don't give him the big one, shit]

Nothin' like the end of the fuckin world, runnin for your life piss pants screamin' for adrenaline badassary. The author don't know jack shit bout continuity.
[He sideeyes her, hardly convinced, but seeing is believing.] How bout next time you can pull off rescuin a damsel in distress. If that don't shake off some of the dust I dunno what will.

[Ahhh, a pop culture reference, beaut.] Lucy Lawless played this hard boiled warrior named Xena- kicked ass, took names, heads, an all in a lil skirt an leather tit plate. Sprinkle in a lil lesbionic undertone, some mythology, an ancient geology no one gives two shits about an there ya have it. Ahh, it was a goddamn classic.

[was_a_hunter]

No shit. If you stop to even think, you might get attacked. [Smirking, she shook her head.] Give me a post and my old Savage 10FP, turn this little bit of hell back into the closest we'll get to a heaven.

[It sounds good, but to be honest, she just wants to sit down and relax with a movie to take her mind off of all of this.] ...When we get back home, I just want to sit down with a few beers and watch a movie.

[notkinkypatch]

Hey now, I could totally pull off a wicked panty droppin one liner while Jack n Rose do their thang on the titanic. [Badou's lip droops in a proper sulk, but her next comment has him shedding that and whistling in awe.] God damn, you just keep throwin me for a loop. Didja get to hunt shit often with that? The Ghostbusters ain't got shit on you, clearly.

[Her longing, wistful tone serves his efforts to peer through the fog and lead them a little more. He lets out a weary sigh.] I feel ya, girl. Brave Heart or somethin'. I just wanna smoke a carton of cigarettes an go to bed for a week, fuck this.