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Storms and Shadows

Post by Samuel Winchester on Fri Sep 19, 2014 7:51 pm


"Those who fight may win but even those who win must continue to fight."

The weather was fairly dismal today which was appropriate, at least in Samuel's opinion. Clouds rolled by in dark gray masses, swallowing the sun as if it would never appear again. Shadows danced along the ground on the city streets of Sanctus, hinting to rain but not yet going through with it's threat just yet. It would, judging by the way the wind blew against his face, but not quite yet. The weather got like this quite often as they headed into the winter months, more overcast cloudy days becoming a common occurrence. The wind would whip around the buildings, increasing in strength till the first droplets of water would fall down upon them all. Sometimes that's all that would happen, just sprinkles of rain to stain the sidewalks or make a small discoloration onto the clothing of those who continued to walk around underneath the darkened sky. However, that wasn't how today was going to be. He could feel the way the world was getting ready for a storm, birds finding shelter and insects disappearing all together from the air. It would rain rather heavily soon...

Samuel breathed out sharply, running a hand through his hair from where he sat on the small ledge outside his room. He had this room for a reason, after all. Because on days like today, where his entire body felt as if it was having a struggle moving or sitting up, he still enjoyed being outside. In fact, he preferred on days like this to be anywhere other then in bed. He had spent so much of his life in that small bed inside that he had grown to hate having to be there longer then he needed. So he came out here or he sat on the edge of the street, eyes closed and listening to the world around him that he barely got to be a part of.

His foot tapped slightly on the grate railing, blue eyes tired as he glanced at the people at the ground below, moving about their day so easily. It was funny, knowing that he could never and would never be like that. Today wasn't a bad day... it just wasn't a good one. But even on all those peoples bad days, they never had any difficulty moving or breathing or talking. They didn't feel like they had run a marathon and were labored for each breath. He would laughed at their stupidity if he hadn't long ago come to regrettably accept it.

As he said though, it wasn't specifically a bad day. He had enough energy to sit up by himself and walk around, it was just harder then it would be when he was typically average. Imagine strapping weights to your back and walking around with them your entire life. They slowed you down, yes, and if you added more, they got worse, but you got used to it eventually. However, on a few rare days, every last one of those weights was taken off your back and you could move and think and breath with so much more life then before. Just like when you are lifting weights with your hand and you find it's super easy to move your arm once you put the weight down... that's how Samuel felt on his great days verses average ones. Right about now, he was at a four ish, zero being worst, five being average, and ten being great.

The boy shuffled a bit to look farther down the railing before a determined look crossed his face and he moved to go grip the fire escape railing. He needed to do something other then just sit there all day waiting for the inevitable rain. He needed to do anything other then that. It was an effort, but one at a time Samuel climbed down the rungs of the escape, moving down the metal until he was hanging six or so feet from the ground, letting go and landing with about average capability on the ground below. He wasn't really supposed to leave the house today... more because he didn't feel well then because he just wasn't allowed, but he didn't want to watch the freaking storm roll in around him either.

Samuel breathed out heavily, standing there for a moment as he caught his breath, the climb down having taken a lot out of him. When he felt he could, however, he moved slowly down the sidewalk of the building, moving at about half the pace as everyone else was but still blending in well with the surviving humanity.
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Re: Storms and Shadows

Post by Mary Winchester on Sat Sep 20, 2014 2:04 am


Mary had never felt so ashamed before. As she strolled down the street, feeling herself zone out of reality, being in a constant stupor, she found herself wandering and no even being aware of where she was going. She had spent all that time training, for the past five years, and she still wasn't allowed to be in the Hunters Initiation.

Noah was going. What was worse than that, he was going alone. Sure, there were other hunters out there, but they all fought for themselves. At least her and Noah stuck together. They were best friends, after all. She couldn't help but feel a singe of jealousy, but what really overshadowed that was worry.

He was so insecure about his ability to fight, and it broke her heart. He had always been like that though - feeling worthless because he was just 'another normal human'. What was so great about being special anyways? All it got her was being stuck in this place like it was a prison. After endless fighting with her father though, there was still no chance of allowing the guards to let her leave.

As she continued to walk, the dread started to get to her. There was just... something off about this year. She had a really bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that something bad was going to happen, but she couldn't quite explain it. If she were to say it to anyone, they'd immediately either think she was crazy, or having a premonition.

She had never had a premonition in her life. Why would it start now all of the sudden? They were still no where close to even finding the tablet. Everyone seemed to think that if they found it, it would trigger her visions. Quite honestly, she didn't mind waiting. She loved it, actually. She wanted to be as far away from it as possible.

As she continued to walk down the street, a look of worry painted over her face, she suddenly felt herself bump into someone, pretty hard due to her not even paying attention to where she was going. Eyes widened as she gasped, she immediately pulled onto the person to help them and make sure they didn't stumble back onto their rear end.

"Oh my god--I'm so sorry--" she immediately cut herself off, realizing who it was. "Sammy... what the hell are you doing out here? It's gonna storm soon, you could get sick..." She frowned, immediately pushing away all the grief she was feeling before.

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Re: Storms and Shadows

Post by Samuel Winchester on Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:04 am


They say he didn't always have blue eyes like this. Samuel couldn't really tell you for certain if 'they' were accurate or not, seeing as how he somehow couldn't remember, but according to those he was close to, the very few that he was, his eyes used to be a light brown. Not an unattractive color mind you but a more common then the piercing blue that he had now. If the boy was to guess, it was because of the angel grace, seeing as how when he woke up from his coma, that was the color of his eyes, but how blue they were still varied form day to day. On days where he was more angel then human they were nearly glowing. Today they just looked at the dull and dreary world with a deep sapphire color. This was how, typically, his family knew how he was feeling without asking. If all else failed, they could maybe give a guess on the quality of his day by looking him in the eyes. It wasn't a total indicator since there were still days when he felt like shit but his eyes were bright but for the most part, it was a good rule to go by.

How other saw him though, Samuel didn't know. Did they see him and see a blue eyed boy relaxing on a street, possibly walking a little slower then the rest but otherwise fine? Did they see him as a young child whose face was worn with a weight he had to carry but tried to hide? Did they see a man who was stronger because of his burdens and fought on, worthy of putting their trust in? Samuel wasn't sure what those who didn't know him saw when they looked at him. Sometimes the teenager just wanted to jump into other peoples heads and find out once and for all.

He was more then aware, however, of what his family thought of him. Mother and Mary were always the most supportive of the group but they never realized he wanted to defend himself rather then to have someone else fight for him. The very fact that they had to fight for him meant Samuel was to weak to do it himself. Father... well... he could never please Dean no matter how hard he tried. There was no doing it. He was simply the cripple who needed to be locked away in a room for his own good. There was no getting through to him.

And by all of them as a whole, he was still seen as weak.

That was the reason that when he saw the person who had run into him on the street, saw those familiar curls he had grown up with, that Samuel gave a small groan. "Anyone could get sick out here. You could too but I don't see it affecting you," He snickered slightly, moving away form her all together in hopes that hey, maybe she wouldn't follow after him. It was only a pipe dream though, Sam was more then aware Mary was going to be moving after him. The whole 'you could get sick' thing was really odd too if you thought about it. Everyone could get a cold or a fever or cancer or the flu. Any person on this earth could but it's never really though about as an option anymore. The world was filled with Croats and walkers and angels and demons so why would anyone bother to dwell on possible sicknesses anymore. Course, when he was involved, it was the exception to the rule.

Sam actually found it hilarious when someone told him to not do something because it could make him sick, as if he was the only one who might get sick from doing that thing. He didn't get sick like others did. His own body was what made him sick, not the elements. In fact, though he carefully hid the fact from everyone including his family, he hadn't gotten sick from anything nature related since the angel grace. It kept him from getting things like pneumonia or colds. Really, that's a small gift considering there were days when his own soul would eat at his body, causing him to have fevers and delirious dreams. They should better well say "don't exist, Samuel! You could get sick!".

In a way though, he did appreciate their concern for his health. He could see why they would be fret about him and tell him to bundle up like he was a sick child. But no one had come to the conclusion other then himself that he couldn't actually get... sick. Not like everyone else. It was one small secret Samuel kept in private, like it was a super power that one he knew of for once. "Why are you out here anyway, Mary? Shouldn't you be finding somewhere private to train for the Eve?" He finally asked casually, trying to distract Mary all together from questioning why he was out here and have her worry why his pace was slow and deliberate.
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Re: Storms and Shadows

Post by Mary Winchester on Wed Sep 24, 2014 3:58 am


Mary paused for a moment, just looking over him carefully. She knew he was having a bad day. She can tell, whether it be through his eyes, or just by the simple way he stands. She didn't say anything for a moment though, just looking up and down him, and then over to where the thickened, charcoal clouds were accumulating, seeming to engulf the wasteland around them. The run down buildings of Wichita seemed to disappear in the mist that was soon approaching.

"I was just..." she stopped for a moment. Her train of thought seemed to be scrambled. Not only was she dealing with these voices, but now everyone seemed to be on her case about one thing or another, as if everything was now her responsibility. She was tired of the attitude that people were giving her. Especially her father. Even her mom was starting to overreact.

She zoned out again, looking to the side for a long moment, suddenly snapping back as she recollected herself calmly, taking a breath and watching her younger brother carefully. "I was going to take shelter somewhere. Not home, I can't deal with Dad or Holly right now... I'm not feeling too good," she muttered sullenly, feeling her mouth go dry. She couldn't quite explain it really.

Perhaps it was the stress causing her body to respond negatively to her surroundings. The sun was blinding, the humidity was unbearable, and just being outside in general seemed to nauseate her. She preferred being somewhere hidden, away from people, in the dark where she could hide. The tunnels were her preferred choice of hiding. If she couldn't see anything, then she couldn't see them.

She wasn't quite sure what they were exactly though. Gabriel had inquired if they were spirits or not, but they didn't directly communicate with her. They seemed to loom over her and taunt her, being unresponsive to any actions she took. Even if she tried approaching them, they just seemed to move farther and farther away. They were simply there to bring her fear it seemed.

Crash! Her eyes widened to the sound of a roaring growl coming from the distance. Turning back to look back around, she ran a hand over her forehead and sighed. "I'm going back in the tunnels, I'd rather watch it from the outside," she sighed. "Don't get in trouble, Sammy, if mom and dad find you out here..." she didn't need to bother finishing the sentence. "Also if they ask where I am, I'm watching the storm."

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Re: Storms and Shadows

Post by Holly Winchester on Mon Sep 29, 2014 1:15 am

Annoyance licked at Holly's thoughts.  With her Initiation fast approaching, the woman wanted to train.  Both physically and with her "hobby."  However, she had been strongly urged by various figures of authority to console her sister.  Apparently, the prophetess was not allowed to join the hunt on the Eve, which would give her free reign to leave Sanctus alone, whenever she wanted.

Didn't Mary understand she was an asset?  If she died, then humanity was SOL until they figured out who the next prophet was.  Sure, you could be safe and you could be trained, but random acts of misfortune happened.

Then again, Noah got the OK to go.  Even if Holly was introverted, people talked and she noticed things.  Holly's mixed feelings frothed even worse.  She understood why Mary wanted to freely explore, but others wanted to freely wander, too.  This world, the world crawling with Croats and demons and angels looking to obliterate humans, didn't allow for mindless meandering.

Holly clenched her fists.  No use thinking about it.  First thing first: Find Mary.  

Just as that thought crossed her mind, she spotted her sister.  And her brother.  Holly stifled a sigh and a snort.  Of course.

"Fancy seeing you two here." Holly called out as she approached them.  Thunder rumbled overhead and, like a whisper, lightning flashed in the far, far distance.  She tried to keep the disapproval from her expression, but her eyebrow cocked in a telltale way.  Her eyes wandered from Mary to Samuel.  Seeing her brother reminded her of the reason - or the excuse - she began witchcraft.  And why she wanted to hit up the Black Market today.  Holly stumbled upon some spells needing certain ingredients and there were rumors that tarot cards were in circulation.  

"They're doing it to keep you safe, you know.  If you stay safe and alive, humanity stays safe and alive." Turning her gaze back to Mary, Holly was caught between reprimanding and understanding.  Her gaze flickered to Samuel; her parents would want her to say something to him as well.  Sighing, Holly crossed her arms, "Neither of you will listen to anything I say, so I won't waste the trademark Winchester speeches.  Now, either I can tail you, make sure you don't do anything rash, or we can head to Sector Five for a little shopping and pie."

Holly didn't say much else and shifted the knapsack of salvaged goodies she planned to trade in the Market.  Her parents couldn't blame her for not bodily dragging either sibling back to the house.  Well, maybe they could, but Holly didn't care.  She had only been asked to check on Mary, not play fetch for both siblings.  Neither wanted to be cooped up at home; why not drag them along for a shopping trip?  However, the personal items she wanted to buy posed a problem.  Holly could buy her ingredients without Mary or Samuel noticing.  Getting her hands on the tarot cards would be harder, but that could wait until another day.
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