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catalytics) wrote2023-11-21 10:00 am
catalytics) wrote2023-11-21 10:00 am
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not so much this time around, huh?
where are you?
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In the down provided housing. Want me to meet you somewhere, or you wanna come here?
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Ill come down to you, easier for me to get through. What room?
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10-4, buddy
[ Give her twenty or so and she'll be here, tapping on the door of the apartment. ]
Avon calling.
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Who?
[ he doesn't understand thst reference. ]
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[ She smirks a little, hands slid into her pockets, a wry smile on her face. She forgets these two doubles are actually angels sometimes, considering how dorky they can be. ]
Nevermind. When did you get back?
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Uhβ About a week ago? Two weeks ago?
[ yeah his track of time isn't great. it's all the drugs, y'know.
castiel steps back and beckons her in, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. there are a few chairs, if she'd rather perch on one of those than his dingy mattress. ]
How's things been?
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[ Eh she doesnβt care, sheβll flop down and cross her legs, boots dusty from her trek. ]
Same, you know? Shitty. Weird. Unhealthy coping mechanisms.
[ remind you of anyone ]
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Yeah, not surprised. With this placeβ
[ he makes a movement with his hand as though to indicate the entire city, up and down. ]
Couple people want me to quit, but I don't think I could get by without the unhealthy coping mechanisms.
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Hell no, I know I couldnβt.
[ Speaking of. She digs around in her leather jacket and produces a big ol bag of weed, and a flask. ]
Thirsty?
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[ his face lights up. now, that's what he likes to see.
he reaches under his bed to get his bowl, lighter, and snuff box before dragging the bed-side table around for both of them to use. ]
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[ bedside table now available, she tosses the bag down and offers the flask, though not before unscrewing and taking a sip herself. ]
What about you? Settling back in okay?
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he shrugs. ]
I guess I'm doing as well as I can be. I didn't really wanna come back, but... not much I can do about it now, y'know?
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Yeah. Like I donβt hate it here as much as some people but I donβt love it, either. But I get why some wouldnβt wanna come back.
[ She takes another drink and watches him roll; she has more papers if he runs low. ]
Sorry, man.
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[ he should be dead. but it'd be kind of fucked up to bring his dealer down— mikaela's cool. she doesn't need to hear about his bullshit. ]
No big. I've got a few friends here, so I'm not doing too bad for myself.
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[ Everyone has their bullshit. She aint mad. ]
Do I get to be counted as one of those friends?
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[ he didn't really have friends back at camp chitaqua. he had his girls and he had his guys and he had dean, but friends? maybe chuck. but now that memory is fucked up too. ]
Totally up to you.
[ joints rolled, he passes one to mikaela, lights her up, and then tends to himself. deep inhale, hold, then breath outβ and the nerves tingling along the length of his spine finally ease again. ]
Thanks for coming by on short notice, by the way.
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Figure we can all use some friends around here.
[ People you can rely on, etc.
She takes the offered joint, breathing deep as she settles in. Better. ]
Sure thing. Wasnβt really doing much, just kinda tinkering around the shop.
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[ he smiles, wry. ]
What do you do there?
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It's actually a pretty good gig. I've got the morning shifts, five days a week, which is great, 'cause it leaves me with the evenings to do my other stuff, handyman stuff. Which I think the garage is gonna expand into too, so it all kinda ties in together. Not a lot of cars come through, but I have the freedom to do whatever tinkering I want, so that's also cool.
[ She'd love a bike, but vehicles seem difficult to obtain. Still, she's working a bunch of jobs, working on a business with Dean and saving every penny. So, it's coming. ]
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[ or, at least, used to be. before everything went to shit and he let the impala rust away in a derelict garage. tragic, that— he never particularly understood cars, but after he lost his wings it was the closest thing to flying. but then the highways closed up with border guards, and a regular car just couldn't cut it with the terrain they had to face. ]
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[ god she loves it. it's why her and Dean get on so well, they're kind of the same person. Just with different parts. ]
Oh, I know. Me and him, we're working on this drive in diner thing - it's gonna be pretty cool once we get it open.
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[ that's news to him— interesting. he takes another drag. ]
What's that gonna be like? I mean— what's a drive in diner?
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[ he's hot, too. damn. ]
Basically, it's gonna be a multiplex. A drive in theater, though there's already cars there you can rent to watch a movie, since cars are a bitch to get. There's strippers, karaoke, there's gonna be concerts, all kinds of stuff. A club on the ground level inside, and in the basement there's glory holes, and a lasertag room.
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