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exsiliumlogs2013-05-02 07:17 pm
bikininspector) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-02 07:17 pm
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Date & Time: May 2nd, throughout the day and evening
Location: the civic gardens
Characters: Sam Winchester and whoever wants to follow
Summary: when your birthday falls on the sort-of 6 month anniversary of the death of the love of your life, and the sort-of 23 years and 6 month anniversary of the death of your mother, it's time to brood.
Warnings: brooding, drinking, dark moods, mentions of murder, possibly language
[Sam hasn't been making the wisest of choices since Jess died. He knows it, Dean knows it, everybody knows it. So why shouldn't he venture into the abandoned building, risk the wrath of the homeless, for the sake of the possibility of being left the hell alone by anyone who might care about the state he's in today?
He can't even visit Jess's grave, at least here he could maybe close his eyes and pretend one of these monuments is hers, cut down a flower for her, cry without being seen by anyone who matters. His supplies for the day consists of alcohol, more alcohol, and some alcohol to wash it down. He lies down in the overgrown mess of dead flora, pulls out the one single picture he has left of the woman he wanted to marry out of the pocket of his pants, takes a deep breath and just stares.
As time passes he could be found drinking, pacing, lying down with his eyes closed, crying, or whispering apologies to the smiling image on the small piece of paper, in between broken sobs.
Happy birthday, indeed.]
Location: the civic gardens
Characters: Sam Winchester and whoever wants to follow
Summary: when your birthday falls on the sort-of 6 month anniversary of the death of the love of your life, and the sort-of 23 years and 6 month anniversary of the death of your mother, it's time to brood.
Warnings: brooding, drinking, dark moods, mentions of murder, possibly language
[Sam hasn't been making the wisest of choices since Jess died. He knows it, Dean knows it, everybody knows it. So why shouldn't he venture into the abandoned building, risk the wrath of the homeless, for the sake of the possibility of being left the hell alone by anyone who might care about the state he's in today?
He can't even visit Jess's grave, at least here he could maybe close his eyes and pretend one of these monuments is hers, cut down a flower for her, cry without being seen by anyone who matters. His supplies for the day consists of alcohol, more alcohol, and some alcohol to wash it down. He lies down in the overgrown mess of dead flora, pulls out the one single picture he has left of the woman he wanted to marry out of the pocket of his pants, takes a deep breath and just stares.
As time passes he could be found drinking, pacing, lying down with his eyes closed, crying, or whispering apologies to the smiling image on the small piece of paper, in between broken sobs.
Happy birthday, indeed.]