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milliways_bar2010-03-22 08:55 pm
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[OOM: In the year 2013, Castiel gets by with a little help from his friends.]
A not-quite-man on crutches clumsily makes his way into the bar.
He may be familiar to you. From this side of the door, he hasn’t been away for very long.
Everything about him speaks of an existence that has grown shabby and threadbare. His jeans and button-down shirt are worn and frayed. He seems to be wearing an old ski boot in lieu of a cast. The crutches have seen better days; one of them sports a small pink Hello Kitty backpack, held on by a quantity of grey duct tape. His hair is unkempt and he is sporting about three days worth of stubble.
And yet Milliways, as far as Castiel can tell, hasn’t changed at all.
He had been thinking about it, for the first time in a long time, sitting in his cabin at Camp Chitaqua. And now, just like he has conjured it, here it is.
There’s really only one thing to do.
Castiel starts to laugh. Hard. And he shows no signs of stopping.
[OOC: You are all beyond awesome, but I must beg slowtime. As a favor, no new tag-ins? The cup runneth over. I'll catch tags tomorrow.]
A not-quite-man on crutches clumsily makes his way into the bar.
He may be familiar to you. From this side of the door, he hasn’t been away for very long.
Everything about him speaks of an existence that has grown shabby and threadbare. His jeans and button-down shirt are worn and frayed. He seems to be wearing an old ski boot in lieu of a cast. The crutches have seen better days; one of them sports a small pink Hello Kitty backpack, held on by a quantity of grey duct tape. His hair is unkempt and he is sporting about three days worth of stubble.
And yet Milliways, as far as Castiel can tell, hasn’t changed at all.
He had been thinking about it, for the first time in a long time, sitting in his cabin at Camp Chitaqua. And now, just like he has conjured it, here it is.
There’s really only one thing to do.
Castiel starts to laugh. Hard. And he shows no signs of stopping.
[OOC: You are all beyond awesome, but I must beg slowtime. As a favor, no new tag-ins? The cup runneth over. I'll catch tags tomorrow.]
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"How long has it been?"
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Castiel shrugs, unconcerned.
"I don't recall, off the top of my head. More than a year, anyway."
Drugs and memory recall don't go together well. Let alone mathematical abilities.
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If this were only anyhow relate to that.
"Are you alright aside from--"
There's a lingering sense there, questioning possibly the leg due to the crutches, or the semi0human status, or really rather almost anything and all of it. Including whether it really actually matters to the one asking.
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"Until I stop, of course."
And just given the general state of the world, that will probably be sooner rather than later.
After that, who knows?
If God does have some sort of pattern to order the Universe, Castiel no longer has any idea if he has a place in it.
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A washed out version of what he'd been.
"You can die now." That was just strange.