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 Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 8:44 pm
((alright. i'm dubbing that we're on the train))
The seat were plush and soft, almost like that moon memory fom like the one from the commercials 'moon soft, spongue squares...' that was the only part of the song blaire cared to remember, after that the song was kindof bleh. This train had no winows, or if it did they were really freaking tiny. which was gay because everyone knows that the best part of the train was looking out the widow. Blaire looked across at Dean who seemed somewhat relaxed.
"well Dean, are you feeling the amazingness that is the weird futuristic train we're in?"
Dean rolled his shoulders, and clasped his hand making it seem as though nothing was bothering him. he opened and closed his mouth several times, but Blaire seemed to think he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"actually nevermind, i'll leave you to your stomach." Dean gave a tight but greatful smile. Blaire sat down beside Sam.
"hey."
Sam looked at her, "hi."
Suddenly Cas appeared right infront of them and Blaire jumped.
"i don't think i'll ever be able to get over that."
"don't worry we're still not." Sam assured her, and he looked at Cas. "and couldn't you have just walked here. the train's small Cas."
Cas looked blankly between the two. "why would i walk when this way is much faster?'
"so i don't go into my early grave?" proposed Blaire, Cas frowned. before anything else could be said Igor gave a quick overveiw of her train, and how long it would be untill they got there.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 2:44 pm
El sat quietly in the train, not to far away from a rather loud group of disjointed freaks. She assumed they were hunter, they were rather obvious about it she thought. She shifted position slightly so that her back was against the wall of the train so she could see them and propped her leg up to keep anyone from sitting next to her. Her glasses were so dark no one could see through them and they probably figured she was sleeping.
She was on her way to Egypt to retrieve a book rumored to be able to stop the Apocalypse. It looked like she had competition, and seeing as she didn't know them, she didn't trust them one bit. Her dislike only grew when the angel showed up, and she was positive that was what the man was. As the eye patch girl was talking on how long things were, and their game plan, and whatever else it was that she was saying, El removed a weapon from her boot and concealed it in the jacket on her lap.
It was the only thing she actual knew proven true to kill an angel, though she was unsure of it's name and often just referred to it as her angel dagger.
El got up slowly, acting as if she had just woken up, and headed towards the door were she planed to discreetly kill the angel. However the train just had to hit a bump, causing her to miss her preferred target and just barley grazed the angel. She pulled her hand back quickly, not letting go of the dagger, ready for the fight which she was sure would ensue.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:03 am
Blaire spun in her seat, and got up looking at the new passenger, how'd she get in here anyway? wasn't this a pirate car? Blaire smirked, she must be a hunter (of what though she had no idea) she stood beside Castiel who was looking non-chalantly at the hunter.
"i know i shouldn't get involved in his," Blaire said solemly, placing her hand at her waist, where a bullwhip was fastened safely. "but seeing as we're in a car of a tain, underground, of the ocean, i don't think possibly killling us all in the attmept to kill an angel would be, you know, productive."
The girl's eyes feircly spun to her, and a shiver ran up Blaire's spine."Stay out of it." the girl spat turning back to Cas was now at the back of the car.
"Woah, let's calm down here." Dean said suddenly standing beside Blaire, he had fianlly gotten over his weird newly developed clostriphobia.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 3:26 pm
Cas, after narrowly avoiding a failed attempt at killing him, strolled back over to Dean and Blaire, eyeing the newcomer as he passed.
"The girl knows what I am. I saw the dagger. It's engraved with Enokian symbols. It can kill me..." He tilted his head and shifted his gaze slightly, as if looking at the newcomer. "Even if she's a Hunter, she shouldn't be able to stell so easily..."
Dean stood like a statue,eyeing the girl, while Blaire kept her death-stare locked on with the other's.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 11:40 am
El was silent it didn’t really matter what they thought, for as far as she could see they were naive fools. It always shocked her how easily people followed angels, simply because the person was an angel. To her it seemed like most had forgotten that Satin was also an angel. From her experience they were just as bad as demons. With this in mind she always knew there was no favorable afterlife for her.
They could glare all they wanted, but as far as she could see they were acting like children. “It isn’t stolen,” she spoke coldly to them. In truth it wasn’t, she usually looked at it as being an anonymous gift. Even she knew better to mess with an angel without anything on hand. On a hunt when she really needed it (or anything for that matter) it just happened to be there. Truthfully she couldn’t look at that as a coincidence.
“He’s an angel,” El stated, but then again it looked as if they already knew that. She stared at him harshly, Cas that is. She was sick and tired of the angels, there petty fights weren’t really her problem to begin with, but now she had no choice but to make them her problem. She’d been pulled into this by them, so really they only had themselves to blame when she killed them. “Go on keep glaring at me. Your heads so filled with angel propaganda I’m sure you must believe they’re righteous and holy,” she practically rolled eyes from behind her glasses. “Cause we definitely know the big man upstairs and his winged children, love and care for us deep down inside.”
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 6:08 am
"actually-angels are complete dicks." said Dean casually, everyone nodded in agreement. "."
"Where'd you get the dagger, they're only given to angels." Sam asked looking at the dagger.
Blaire looked between Cas and the girl, god she was tired of calling her that. "look i realise that this isn't the place for introduction, but i'm sick of calling you 'the new girl' in my head. so. I"m Blaire. Sparrow." she looked at the girl expectedly, "and you are?" Blaire had a hunch that the girl wasn't really going to give her her name, or go away without taking Cas, however Cas was the only leverage they had on this book, and she was going to keep it like that. she clentched the handle of the bull whip, the other hand resting on her thigh near the Baretta 92. she had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. ...and she probably wasn't going to get a name.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 5:58 pm
At least weren’t one hundred percent on board with the angels, but El couldn’t help but believe the angel were more than that.
She was silent; it wasn’t really his business where she got the dagger. But in a short elusive way she replied, “I call it a gift, the exact location or who it’s from isn’t your business.” She watched attentively their reactions.
Then she returned to watching the after a few seconds of nothing happening. She could feel the tension rising in the room, everyone bracing the self as if the outcome tittered unevenly. There was more of them then her, she had noticed that from the beginning, but she knew better than to run. Running was not only cowardly, but almost never worked.
The crazy girl started to talk about the voices in her head, or something like that. Truthfully El wasn’t in the mood for introductions. She took a step back contemplating her next move. She had more important things to do she reminded herself and with that she decided to try to deal with these kids in a way that only could be described as El’s-way. “El. I have more important things to do. But,” she paused direct herself at Cas “I don’t want to see you again, and you can be sure that you don’t want to see me.” She stared them down waiting for them to understand and move on.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 2:29 pm
Blaire mimicked El in her head. the chick just tried to take an ANGEL in a car of-oh maybe six demon hunters? Blaire thought that she should've thought a little bit more before entering on an attack.Blaire cocked her head to the side. i guess her mom was right, she was a little too-faced.
"just call me harvey," Blaire muttered to herself with a smirk. She sat back down and pulled a can of Coke from her bag, turning her attention to Cas who seemed not affected, and Igor who was still making calculations of something in her head...she guessed.
"jeeze talk about PMS." said Dean sitting back down on the chiar, and turned his attention to Igor. "i thought this was a private train."
"Apparently it isn't." said Sam, cutting any attempt at conversation to get off track. "the point is that it seems that too many people know wbout this." he looked at Blaire. "where'd you get the info from?"
"A demon."
"well that's just great," Dean with with exasterated anger. did no-one know NOT to trust demons? Blaire rolled her eyes at him.
"i know for a fact he wasn't lying."
"really, enlighten us then on how to tell the difference."
"shut up." Blaire said to him then back to Sam. "but Every demon knows ABOUT it, they're just not sure if it's legende because they hadn't actually foind the thing that made it."
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 3:01 pm
El stood there the truth was she wasn’t exactly interested in their pleasantries. After all she had been brought up on a kill or be killed life style. Didn’t exactly leave room for friendships. Not that she wanted them, not when she realized what a fickle thing life was. Her gaze didn’t leave the angels though. Part of her brain wondered if the angel could feel the hate radiating from her. Their conversation was pointless as they bickered back and forth over trust or something.
Part of her worried that this whole trip would be pointless, but it was worth a try. Truthfully she’d been more in the mood to throttle someone late for all this. She’d heard rumor that the Winchesters started a lot of this stuff, but she still mostly blamed the angels. After all it was their stupid war, their problems, their fight that they were dragging everyone into.
She through her bag over her shoulder planning to go check to see if they were almost there.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:00 pm
Blaire thought it was night, they were underground which meant there seemed to be absolutely no way of telling. however, she WAS yawning, and her body stuck to a usually strict schedule. Dean was sprawled across the one side of the car, his six foot frame taking basically the entire 'couch', he had also kept the butterfly knife he had borrowed from Sam folded open and hiding between the layers of sweaters he used for a pillow. Sam was reading up on the history of ancient Egypt. which was nice. it was better going into a country knowing at least SOMETHING about their history.
two hours later...
There was no reason she was still up. but for some reason her eyes decided to be asses and stay open. she had taken some Gravol which usually makes her drowsy, but it seemed as thought tonight was not the case. Sam and Bobby had already turned in, Igor was somewhere doing... something, i think she said something about blueprints, but Blaire's brain was too sleepy to remember.
She then realized why her body wouldn't let her go to bed. the niggling feeling that was at the back of her mind the last couple of hours. That was guilt. Caused by the inability to be useful in the face of path-age in which she was leading everyone. Blaire didn't even know what the book DID or what it was supposed to do, it was just a legend, just a stupid, little girl, legend. and she was leading everyone into it. it was only after that fact was recognized that Blaire fell asleep.
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