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entranceway2014-10-02 11:50 am
halfwinchester) wrote in entranceway2014-10-02 11:50 am
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[If you're travelling between the second and tenth floors of the mansion, you might find a great big lumbering mastiff has taken over the staircase today, ready to knock you over if you're not careful. Cooper enthusiastically thunders up and down the stairs with a frog toy clutched in his mouth, following his owner around, who's busy carrying armloads of stuff downstairs. It's an exciting day! Things are happening! Stuff is being moved!
His owner is Adam, and Adam is moving boxes, lots and lots of boxes. Unofficially, it's moving day. Goodbye, tenth floor. It's been real.
Adam leaves behind the furniture in his room, but otherwise everything else he wants to take ends up in packing boxes that he pulls from the closet. He hadn't announced he was changing rooms, or even really planned on it, but it's a long time in coming, something he should have done the moment he found out Michael had a room nearby. Locking himself up like Rapunzel in her tower had done him good for a while, but not anymore.]
Are you excited? This is a lot closer to the front door, isn't it?
[When he brings down Cooper's dog bed and sets it the middle of the floor, Cooper jumps on it, wagging his tail. Then he barks. Must be a "yes."
Slowly, the rest of the floor starts to fill with unopened boxes. He'd changed the room to make it look like an exact duplicate of his old one, and the sound of classic rock drifts past the door as he props it open with a chair to keep working. Cooper helps the move along by chasing the odd item down the stairs, like a soccer ball or his favorite frisbee, getting in the way as much as he possibly can, reminding Adam that he's not the only one who needs a change.
It's not so much a birthday present to himself as a marker. A milestone. He's made it a year, and he's still here.]
| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |
[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.
Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]
FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.
I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.
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[ The dog seems okay with being petted so Simon continues it. And he's mostly okay with dogs, except he seems to be having unfortunate run-ins with them in Wonderland lately, between the roving mobs of puppy herds and the wolf in the woods. This one seems nicely tame in comparison however. ]
Too bad you can't use him as a draft horse. I bet it'd work. He's freaking huge.
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Adam releases a soft laugh at Simon's comment. Huge, noisy, and slobbery, Simon's pretty much pegged the dog in one.]
I don't really need my stuff scattered all over the stairs because he tipped like a cow. Big and clumsy's more like it, not so much the man-eating type. It's Jormy you have to watch out for.
[If Simon and Jo have a thing, getting to know the pet is a sure sign of a close relationship.]
Thanks, though. I can manage.
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[ Simon laughs at this, because the little terrier and he get along just fine for the most part. Then again, he might have bribed him with sausage the first time they met. He eyes Cooper with a bemused grin. ]
Cow tipping, huh? Here I thought that was just a myth. So why the sudden move? Just feeling antsy or did you get noisy neighbors?
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Adam'll hand it to himself; he's done a good holding it together after his blow up on the beach, but Michael's visit--his Michael, in the body of his father and all--still scalds his memory.]
If you been here a while, you know it goes.
[His tone carries a sober note. Adam doesn't try to lie around the fact nothing great had poked him in the ass and gotten him moving.]
Shit happens. It's not like we have the choice of bailing to a new city, this is as close as it gets. [Only after the words are out does Adam remember what Simon had told him of his circumstances. His gaze slides back to him apologetically.] Sorry. I was thinking without the zombie apocalypse.
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[ Simon chuckles and waves off the apology. ]
Just means I get where you're coming from with a bit of a unique perspective, is all. And everyone needs a change of scene every once in a while, I suppose. I'm certainly not going to hold that against you. I just usually vent it going running rather than moving house at the drop of a hat.
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[It's not on the level of the undead taking over the world, but Adam's problems are a bit more... cosmic level than most people's, he's guessing. When God personally decides to fuck you over by orchestrating your birth so that your whole life amounts to no more than being some angel's meat suit, and then the rest of your family chooses of their own free will to leave you in Hell to marinate in your own juices... Well, he doubts there's a scale to measure what an appropriate reaction is.
He nods at Simon's claim to zombie fame, drawing his teeth over his lip. If Simon understands terror beyond what a person can make sense and not the rest, that still means he gets if Adam's not walking around with a smile plastered on his face.
That has to be enough. It's all he can really ask of strangers.
His tone is casual, though the little smile he provides is thin and not all that humored.]
Right about now, it's either this or eat a bullet, so I'll take it. It's less mess to clean up later.
[He wishes he's kidding, he even sounds like he's kidding, but Adam knows he's not. If he knew for sure putting a rifle in his mouth wouldn't send him right back to Hell...]
But I should get back to it. Thanks. For the offer.
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Personally, not going to hell has always been a great motivator to keep him going, so he gets that part too. Not that it always led to him making the best decisions, but... Surviving was still more important than the latter for him. ]
You're welcome for the offer. And if you're ever feeling like you're leaning closer to Option B? At least come talk to someone about it first, would you? Someone that might get it? [ Which could be him, or any number of people here. Simon can't imagine that there's not someone Adam trusts here to go talk to. ] Or at the very least come running with me some morning. On the bright side? The first few weeks you'll still feel like you died when I'm done with you, but you'll still be too exhausted to think about doing anything more about it.
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[Adam squints at Simon in a speculative way like he's weighing the truthfulness of the claim, rather than just the sincerity behind it. If someone did get it--really, honestly got it--Adam would be surprised. But survivors of vicious monster attacks might come the closest. If they have no one left to live for, then they're in Adam's boat.
The threat of exercise does its job, though. This time, his smile is a bit more amused. Oh, great, an exercise nut.
Truthfully, Adam has nothing against that. Aside from a little track in school, Adam hadn't been ga-ga for running until he needed another release valve for the pressure inside of him, and now he did it off and on to complement Jo's training. But is he much competition? Probably not.]
Let me guess, it's because you're a pro at running for your life?
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[ Simon counters this with a crooked grin, tucking his hands back in his pockets again. ]
You never know when running for your life will come in useful, after all.
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Yeah, I get that.
[A kind of ruefulness enters his expression. He can also see how working frustrations out on his body is slightly more productive than trashing his room or punching something until his hands bleeds--it's just harder putting that logic into practice when his thoughts stray back to Michael.]
And if you're going to blow off steam, it might as well be for something. You might see me out there.
[He's trying to keep his shit under control, if nothing else.]
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[ Yes, Simon is totally talking to the dog and making ridiculous noises at it. Because apparently dogs do that to people. Not that he'll admit to being a dog person. Okay maybe a little. ]
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Yeah, sure. But I wouldn't worry about him. It better be a short chase if he's running you down, he can't put out for long.
[And not only does he lack endurance, he doesn't have much of a vicious streak, either. Cooper may not understand what's being said, but just the eye contact and the attention is enough to get the mastiff happily circling Simon's legs, tongue lolling.]
He's Cooper. I think he likes you.