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dudeimbatman) wrote2010-09-11 07:32 pm
dudeimbatman) wrote2010-09-11 07:32 pm
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40th Hunt [Voice] Yes, there are two paths you can go by
Everyone here bitches about this place. [He does a mocking, high pitched voice for this next part] Oh no. I got cursed. I think I'm in Hell. [And then his voice returns to typical broody Dean//Batman voice]
Bullshit. This is a friggin' vacation home compared to Hell. So you ended up wearing your room mate's clothes. Let me tell you about Hell. They skinned me alive. Inch by fuckin' inch then salted it and that was in the morning. Afternoons were when they were feeling really pissed off. When they're done they take a smoke break and you get to lay there without anyone torturing you for fifteen minutes. That's heaven. They come back and you're whole. New skin, new muscle, new nerve endings, new bone and then it starts all over again.
That's not the worst part though. The worst part is that every time you scream they whisper in your ear 'We can stop this, Dean. We can make it all go away. Just say yes.' So you don't scream and they stop offering for a few hours. They come back from the smoke break and they make a serious offer. They'll take you off that rack but you gotta put someone on it in your place. And you wanna say yes. You wanna say yes so. damn. bad. But you don't because you've got a baby brother topside that you don't want to disappoint. You can just imagine the look on his face if you say yes and you've spent your whole damn life trying to make sure he never gets that look on his face so you tell them to go fuck themselves every.single.day.
For thirty years and then it gets hard to remember that Baby brother. It gets hard to remember that look that you're not supposed to make him make. It gets hard to remember that your entire life the only job you ever had was 'take care of Sammy'. So they ask and you break.
It's not so bad you think. I mean the skank bitch they put on the rack for you sure does deserve it but you still spend the entire first torture session whispering 'I'm sorry' under your breath. After that...you just go numb. Baby brother wouldn't even recognize you with blood on your hands and that kills everything else in you that might have taken it all back.
But that's not the worst of it. Not yet. The worst of it comes one day when they have some faceless, nameless man on that rack. Your digging into him with a knife, hitting all the soft parts and he's screaming like...you're hitting all the soft parts and you realize you're enjoying this.
[There's a long moment of silence, a sniff and some choked up sounds before he speaks again]
Yeah...this place? Friggin' first class, five star vacation spot.
[Another pause]
Also, I think I've got...actual feelings for Anna. Like...bullshit hurts when they toss you out on your ass feelings.
Okay. Maybe this place is only four star.
[ooc: Dean is afflicted by the elephant in the corner curse. All he wants to talk about is Hell and liking Anna]
Bullshit. This is a friggin' vacation home compared to Hell. So you ended up wearing your room mate's clothes. Let me tell you about Hell. They skinned me alive. Inch by fuckin' inch then salted it and that was in the morning. Afternoons were when they were feeling really pissed off. When they're done they take a smoke break and you get to lay there without anyone torturing you for fifteen minutes. That's heaven. They come back and you're whole. New skin, new muscle, new nerve endings, new bone and then it starts all over again.
That's not the worst part though. The worst part is that every time you scream they whisper in your ear 'We can stop this, Dean. We can make it all go away. Just say yes.' So you don't scream and they stop offering for a few hours. They come back from the smoke break and they make a serious offer. They'll take you off that rack but you gotta put someone on it in your place. And you wanna say yes. You wanna say yes so. damn. bad. But you don't because you've got a baby brother topside that you don't want to disappoint. You can just imagine the look on his face if you say yes and you've spent your whole damn life trying to make sure he never gets that look on his face so you tell them to go fuck themselves every.single.day.
For thirty years and then it gets hard to remember that Baby brother. It gets hard to remember that look that you're not supposed to make him make. It gets hard to remember that your entire life the only job you ever had was 'take care of Sammy'. So they ask and you break.
It's not so bad you think. I mean the skank bitch they put on the rack for you sure does deserve it but you still spend the entire first torture session whispering 'I'm sorry' under your breath. After that...you just go numb. Baby brother wouldn't even recognize you with blood on your hands and that kills everything else in you that might have taken it all back.
But that's not the worst of it. Not yet. The worst of it comes one day when they have some faceless, nameless man on that rack. Your digging into him with a knife, hitting all the soft parts and he's screaming like...you're hitting all the soft parts and you realize you're enjoying this.
[There's a long moment of silence, a sniff and some choked up sounds before he speaks again]
Yeah...this place? Friggin' first class, five star vacation spot.
[Another pause]
Also, I think I've got...actual feelings for Anna. Like...bullshit hurts when they toss you out on your ass feelings.
Okay. Maybe this place is only four star.
[ooc: Dean is afflicted by the elephant in the corner curse. All he wants to talk about is Hell and liking Anna]
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