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𝓁𝑒𝒢𝓋𝑒 𝒢 π“‚π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆπ’Άπ‘”π‘’ πŸ’‹

Date: 2024-06-29 12:27 am (UTC)
depressant: won't you shoot me off? (i'm a gun i'm a gun)
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it's 001-A. I'll be here.

Date: 2024-06-29 09:27 pm (UTC)
depressant: will they come? (will they come?)
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[ he opens the door with little fanfare, brows raised. ]

Who?

[ he doesn't understand thst reference. ]

Date: 2024-06-30 01:45 pm (UTC)
depressant: i should change, i shouldn't be here (oh when did all the gods decieve me?)
From: [personal profile] depressant
[ humans, man. ]

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?

Date: 2024-06-30 03:18 pm (UTC)
depressant: young girl, they call them the diamond dogs (they call them the diamond dogs)
From: [personal profile] depressant
[ reminds him of someone familiar. and himself. but he is what he is because of dean, isn't he? ]

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.

Date: 2024-06-30 03:49 pm (UTC)
depressant: you'll catch your death in the fog (come out of the garden baby)
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Hell yeah.

[ 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. ]

Date: 2024-06-30 04:23 pm (UTC)
depressant: it fills my chest (i'm choking on your memory)
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[ he takes the flask when offered, tossing back a swig before he hands it back over. paraphernalia arranged in a spread across the table, he goes about the prized and practiced routine of rolling out a few joints.

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?

Date: 2024-06-30 05:49 pm (UTC)
depressant: tod browning's freak you was (dressed like a priest you was)
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I don't actually even mind it that much— It's better than home. But I, uh. I should be back there.

[ 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.

Date: 2024-07-01 01:18 am (UTC)
depressant: will they come? (will they come?)
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Uh. If you wanna be.

[ 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.

Date: 2024-07-01 12:04 pm (UTC)
depressant: i should change, i shouldn't be here (oh when did all the gods decieve me?)
From: [personal profile] depressant
Yeah, that's true. This place isn't the friendliest. Especially if you're stuck in the Down.

[ he smiles, wry. ]

What do you do there?

Date: 2024-07-01 12:19 pm (UTC)
depressant: beneath your workout bench (honey boy place my ashes in a vase)
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That doesn't sound too bad. I'm not really, uh, a tinkerer. But Dean was really into that stuff.

[ 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. ]

Date: 2024-07-01 12:52 pm (UTC)
depressant: in the garden of earthly delights (i don't care if i'm losing myself)
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You know Dean?

[ that's news to him— interesting. he takes another drag. ]

What's that gonna be like? I mean— what's a drive in diner?
Edited Date: 2024-07-01 12:52 pm (UTC)

Date: 2024-07-01 01:01 pm (UTC)
depressant: if life goes on forever (i am never even going to give a shit)
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That's a multiplex?

[ he's never been to one before, but he looks suitably impressed. ]

Wow. Intense. How long have you been planning all that?

Date: 2024-07-01 01:18 pm (UTC)
depressant: you'll catch your death in the fog (come out of the garden baby)
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I'll come visit when you guys are done.

[ he can't even imagine. ]

I bet it's been a lot of work. Back, uh, where I come from, society kind of... fell apart. So businesses, all that stuff, I don't really know how they operate, to be honest.

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