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Post by SANDRA WINCHESTER on Oct 15, 2010 0:29:00 GMT 8
~~Sandra Winchester [/font][/size][/b] Sandra was tired arguing with Donna. Sometimes she wished that her own sister could feel what she was going through. Having demon blood flow through your veins wasn't much her choice or her decision but, the demon who came into her nursery when she was just six months old. She had walked into the Harvelle's Roadhouse where it was known for hunters to go and at least seemed normal.
She ordered a drink hoping to get one after all she was old enough. While she waited for her drink she began to look around the roadhouse. She wasn't the most favorite around for all that she had done. "Great...Perhaps I'm in the wrong place." She said to herself and others who were sitting next to her that could hear her thoguht she may have been a little crazy. Why Israfil wouldn't answer her she didn't know?
She wanted everything to be over and wanted a normal life again. She was tired even though she believed that hunting was the only way to go but, she also had her doubts. Sandra wanted Donna to believe she can be trusted once again. What could Sandra do? She wanted to go back in time and change things and make things better. When her beer finally came she began to drink it just staring at the amusements around her. "Life is nothing anymore." She said again taking another drink. [/blockquote][/sub] Words: 235
Tag: Sam/Open
Notes: Not any.
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Post by SAM WINCHESTER on Oct 20, 2010 13:20:24 GMT 8
After much change Sam was now a different man. He wasn't the same virgin like guy most would consider to be portrayed. He was stronger, smarter, and all the more hard shelled. It honestly was scary how much he was like Dean more now than ever. Being beck from the pit himself had done some pretty wicked crap to him. Though Sam was not about to discuss that matter. Not with anybody at any time. To him it was a dead dog that he would have just rather left dead.
Though some pasts one could never really disappear from. The Roadhouse was one of them. He still went there from time to him. But it wasn't the same without Ellen and Jo there to lead the thing. They had been feisty woman with a cause. That much he did know. Honestly those two scared him often. It was one thing to fight the supernatural it was another to fight a woman with a gun. That was just outright dangerous. But it wasn't as if the place wasn't still good to go to.
It still had its perks. Perks that Sam still enjoyed. Instead of a feisty blond running the joint, it was a nice looking dark reddish brown haired girl with a very country girl attitude that was tough and rugged. She was young and pretty, but Sam knew that, that was something that was well way out of his league. The woman could rebel rouse with the best of the male lot and then some. In some cases even beat the male lot. No the Roadhouse still thrived on without Ellen and Jo being there.
Casually Sam came in. He again had become a regular there. It wasn't the same, but he still felt home at the Roadhouse. Tiredly he walked over to the bar to get a drink. With a flop he sat down at the stool and looked over the bar. Their he saw the pretty tender serving a drink to another customer. At the moment she seemed in aver good mood. He noticed that she had noticed him and gave him a smile, so he returned a half baked one back. Finally she came over to where he was, having wiped her hands with a towel.
"What can I do for ya Sammich?" she said giving him another smile. She always had thought of him as a cutie right back, but she felt she had a standard to uphold. No dating hunters that come in. Just too much heart break.
""A beer would be fine Sonya." he stated putting a ten down on the counter.
"Alright." she stated taking the ten and walking over to the register to get his change. She then went to the cooler after doing that and grabbed him his beer. Once she got the beer she let the door of the cooler close with a thud and walked back over to Sam. "There ya go stud. And here's your change." she stated warmly.
"Thanks. You can keep the change though." he stated with a small laugh.
"You sure hun." she stated sweetly, but Sam gave a nod. "Awe, alright sweetie."
She then walked off to put the money away. Now having his drink he took a sip and turned around on his stool to look at the room. It was so lively, but it wasn't the same kind of troublesome lively as when him and his brother were together. He frowned slightly at that, but let it go when his eyes caught the pool table. Maybe just maybe he could push some of his thoughts away by sharking at some pool. It had been one of his better past times.
Then again it had been Dean and his best past times. But why let a memory stop a person. He got up off the stool with his drink and walked over to where the table was. He set his drink down just long enough to get the balls, the racker, and a pool stick. He didn't mind playing by himself until someone came along. At least it was something to kill time. He racked the balls, took another drink, and then broke. The pool balls made a resounding crack as he hit them.
It was almost nothing to him. After only a few minutes he was about halfway through getting all the balls in the holes. So again he took a break and grabbed another drink after having laid his pool stick down. Looking about he just visually only grazed the room, looking for a potential target to shark.
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Post by SANDRA WINCHESTER on Oct 28, 2010 11:51:22 GMT 8
~~Sandra Winchester [/font][/size][/b] When Sandra finished her beer she kept it on the table and stood up and headed over towards the machines called games. Her favorite was the hunting deer one but she could never match the high score that Jo had. When she was out of quarters she put the gun back into the halter on the machine and walked passed the same perv that whistled at her every time she would walk by him. Then when he touched her inappropriately she stopped in place then turned around and punched him in the face and then in the family jewels.
Sandra certainly wasn't in the mood today. After kicking the inexperienced man to the floor she fixed her outfit and backed away while heading towards a pool table all by herself. Grabbing a stick she began to hit the balls not caring who joined or who didn't. This was how she coped after having an argument with her sister. Drinking and playing pool with a terrible mood.
She wouldn't mind doing the same thing to that guy if anyone tried to pick a fight. Sandra though, was reasonable and didn't want any harm to anyone unless they do something to get hurt or killed for. She continued to play pool since it seemed to be calming her down just a little. She ignored her senses and her buzzing phone in her back pocket. Seeing a tall guy looking around she smiled slightly shaking her head. She sighed setting her stick down and walked over to the tall guy. "Umm, do you wanna jump in? Its kinda boring playing pool alone." She asked. She saw him graze around the Roadhouse and just had to ask.
TAG: Sam Winchester
WORD COUNT: 283
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