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John Winchester, Supernatural;
CHARACTER: John Winchester.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; January 2006 (2009).
TYPE: First-person sample.
WORD COUNT: 350+
I'm not much of a speeches to the masses man myself and God knows there'll be fifty posts on this board about both sides of this before I get this posted. Some'll have all the information you think you need, some'll support it, some will declare it a disaster in the making and some'll just be mocking you.
But for those of you tossing aside the morality concerns, not caring about changing parts of you that might make you too different to remain here - because we're all here for a reason and you go changing what these powers thought you were, what they thought you could do, they might well throw you right back to where you were and maybe you think even that'll be an improvement back in your own worlds, but you don't know that - think about this.
In the end, none of you, not even the woman behind this, knows what this'll do in this world. Things happen here that shouldn't happen in a lot of the worlds we know, like people coming back from the dead for starters. Most of you have seen the things you know be turned upside down by a person who shouldn't exist or a spell that shouldn't do what it does or abilities that shouldn't have failed you but did because someone affected them.
This isn't the world of these pits and there are higher powers - the Powers That Be, the Senior Partners, God times two - stronger than nearly everyone in this city, some who won't take kindly to their good guys losing all their super powers and some who might decide this is the best way to turn more of this city into evil. Only an egocentric maniac will sit there and say that they know, despite never being here with their miracle cure, that this'll work here just as it's supposed to there.
And so help me God, I'll tranq and lock up every last person I know who tries to get in these things.
CHARACTER: John Winchester.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; arrival.
TYPE: Third-person RP sample.
WORD COUNT: 905+
For John Winchester, it was no more abrupt than waking up from a dream, the transition from wherever he had been to the living state he found himself in when his eyes opened. He remembered Hell, he remembered the after, but like the details of a dream that was impossible to hold on to, the pieces of memory of Hell were fragmented and hard to acknowledge, the pieces of memory of the 'after' slipping away entirely until he was left with no more than the knowledge he had gone to Hell, escaped, helped his sons one more time and then found himself here.
Here was apparently the front seat of his truck.
Methodically, he took inventory of himself – the same clothing he had been wearing the morning he died, but clean – and his current spot – definitely his truck – with a definite purpose, despite the ever present surreal sense about the entire thing. He was out of Hell, he was alive and he was, so claimed a sign near him, in Santa Monica. Los Angeles, California. He had no idea why, however.
Hands on the wheel of his truck, he studied his surroundings next, then slipped a hand down beside the seat. The gun was still there. Next, he inspected his pockets. No phone, but his wallet. That meant contacting Dean and Sam wouldn't be as easy, but not impossible. Picking up the gun, he slid out of his truck into the alley, still alert when it came to his surroundings but focuses on inspecting the weapons locker in the back of the truck.
When he was done, he had found everything exactly as he last remembered leaving it, from weapons to resources (identification, credit cards and so forth) and decided whatever reason he was back, clearly someone had wanted him prepared. He hadn't really expected the Colt to be there, despite the lack of sense this all made, but it had never hurt to be thorough. And now it was time to track down his sons.
That proved easier than even John had imagined it would be, but it also brought the next in a series of surprises and dismays, learning that he was in Los Angeles of 2005 that was not even the Los Angeles he had been in before. When he emerged from the last of three libraries several hours later – trying not to remain in one place too long – it was with a swell of information that left him feeling hopeful, suspicious and afraid all at once. Sam and Dean were here, if they weren't some demonic trick, up to all manners of things that he would have words with them later about, but they weren't the only ones. As he was here, alive, so too was that yellow-eyed demonic sonofabitch that had killed his wife, killed Sam's girlfriend, possessed John himself and forced him to watch as the demon nearly killed Dean, and finally been the tool by which Dean had been saved, but John had ended up in Hell.
Three hours after that information hunt, following scouting out several parts of the city he had been familiar with on past hunts, even if this wasn't the Los Angeles he knew, he found a suitable rendezvous point, prepared it, and headed into an internet cafe to post the filtered message to his sons. He needed to see them first, to make certain it was truly them, and then he could deal with the rest.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
For twenty plus years, John had learned about and hunted all manner of demons and creatures and evil, so suspicion came with the game. For a man who had also been possessed by a demon, who knew his sons did not have years of experience, he expected suspicion on their part – a healthy amount, or they would be in deep trouble. On his part, suspicion warred with wanting to see his sons again. He was alive. He had been given a second chance and he suspected it might have something to do with the demon scum he had seen on those message boards. He wanted his family back.
Suspicion still won out, as it should have. To slip up now could be not only dangerous, but deadly.
The truck hidden behind the overgrown shrubbery of a rundown carriage house on the property, John was currently crouched at the opposite end, hidden by an ivy-wrapped gate at the only entrance to the property. His path from there to the house had been plotted so as to follow Dean and Sam as they approached and went inside, but listening devices were also planted in case they moved out of hearing range. He wanted to know every word, every move they made.
The Devil's Trap waited within the house, but not where it would be expected. A rug over the symbol would likely be child's play to the type of demon that would choose a Winchester as a host, so it wasn't so obvious. No, the Trap spanned the entirety of the foyer, fit into the shadows of the decaying house. From the windows, it would not be visible, but the moment anything demonic walked in, it would be trapped.
If not demonic, they could make it to the room off the entrance that was visibly lit by several kerosene lamps. That would be where he would watch them further.
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Ruby.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; April 2006 (2009).
TYPE: Thread/log sample.
LINK: Completed log.
NOTE: All bolded characters in thread/log samples are ones I played or NPC'd.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; January 2006 (2009).
TYPE: First-person sample.
WORD COUNT: 350+
I'm not much of a speeches to the masses man myself and God knows there'll be fifty posts on this board about both sides of this before I get this posted. Some'll have all the information you think you need, some'll support it, some will declare it a disaster in the making and some'll just be mocking you.
But for those of you tossing aside the morality concerns, not caring about changing parts of you that might make you too different to remain here - because we're all here for a reason and you go changing what these powers thought you were, what they thought you could do, they might well throw you right back to where you were and maybe you think even that'll be an improvement back in your own worlds, but you don't know that - think about this.
In the end, none of you, not even the woman behind this, knows what this'll do in this world. Things happen here that shouldn't happen in a lot of the worlds we know, like people coming back from the dead for starters. Most of you have seen the things you know be turned upside down by a person who shouldn't exist or a spell that shouldn't do what it does or abilities that shouldn't have failed you but did because someone affected them.
This isn't the world of these pits and there are higher powers - the Powers That Be, the Senior Partners, God times two - stronger than nearly everyone in this city, some who won't take kindly to their good guys losing all their super powers and some who might decide this is the best way to turn more of this city into evil. Only an egocentric maniac will sit there and say that they know, despite never being here with their miracle cure, that this'll work here just as it's supposed to there.
CHARACTER: John Winchester.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; arrival.
TYPE: Third-person RP sample.
WORD COUNT: 905+
For John Winchester, it was no more abrupt than waking up from a dream, the transition from wherever he had been to the living state he found himself in when his eyes opened. He remembered Hell, he remembered the after, but like the details of a dream that was impossible to hold on to, the pieces of memory of Hell were fragmented and hard to acknowledge, the pieces of memory of the 'after' slipping away entirely until he was left with no more than the knowledge he had gone to Hell, escaped, helped his sons one more time and then found himself here.
Here was apparently the front seat of his truck.
Methodically, he took inventory of himself – the same clothing he had been wearing the morning he died, but clean – and his current spot – definitely his truck – with a definite purpose, despite the ever present surreal sense about the entire thing. He was out of Hell, he was alive and he was, so claimed a sign near him, in Santa Monica. Los Angeles, California. He had no idea why, however.
Hands on the wheel of his truck, he studied his surroundings next, then slipped a hand down beside the seat. The gun was still there. Next, he inspected his pockets. No phone, but his wallet. That meant contacting Dean and Sam wouldn't be as easy, but not impossible. Picking up the gun, he slid out of his truck into the alley, still alert when it came to his surroundings but focuses on inspecting the weapons locker in the back of the truck.
When he was done, he had found everything exactly as he last remembered leaving it, from weapons to resources (identification, credit cards and so forth) and decided whatever reason he was back, clearly someone had wanted him prepared. He hadn't really expected the Colt to be there, despite the lack of sense this all made, but it had never hurt to be thorough. And now it was time to track down his sons.
That proved easier than even John had imagined it would be, but it also brought the next in a series of surprises and dismays, learning that he was in Los Angeles of 2005 that was not even the Los Angeles he had been in before. When he emerged from the last of three libraries several hours later – trying not to remain in one place too long – it was with a swell of information that left him feeling hopeful, suspicious and afraid all at once. Sam and Dean were here, if they weren't some demonic trick, up to all manners of things that he would have words with them later about, but they weren't the only ones. As he was here, alive, so too was that yellow-eyed demonic sonofabitch that had killed his wife, killed Sam's girlfriend, possessed John himself and forced him to watch as the demon nearly killed Dean, and finally been the tool by which Dean had been saved, but John had ended up in Hell.
Three hours after that information hunt, following scouting out several parts of the city he had been familiar with on past hunts, even if this wasn't the Los Angeles he knew, he found a suitable rendezvous point, prepared it, and headed into an internet cafe to post the filtered message to his sons. He needed to see them first, to make certain it was truly them, and then he could deal with the rest.
For twenty plus years, John had learned about and hunted all manner of demons and creatures and evil, so suspicion came with the game. For a man who had also been possessed by a demon, who knew his sons did not have years of experience, he expected suspicion on their part – a healthy amount, or they would be in deep trouble. On his part, suspicion warred with wanting to see his sons again. He was alive. He had been given a second chance and he suspected it might have something to do with the demon scum he had seen on those message boards. He wanted his family back.
Suspicion still won out, as it should have. To slip up now could be not only dangerous, but deadly.
The truck hidden behind the overgrown shrubbery of a rundown carriage house on the property, John was currently crouched at the opposite end, hidden by an ivy-wrapped gate at the only entrance to the property. His path from there to the house had been plotted so as to follow Dean and Sam as they approached and went inside, but listening devices were also planted in case they moved out of hearing range. He wanted to know every word, every move they made.
The Devil's Trap waited within the house, but not where it would be expected. A rug over the symbol would likely be child's play to the type of demon that would choose a Winchester as a host, so it wasn't so obvious. No, the Trap spanned the entirety of the foyer, fit into the shadows of the decaying house. From the windows, it would not be visible, but the moment anything demonic walked in, it would be trapped.
If not demonic, they could make it to the room off the entrance that was visibly lit by several kerosene lamps. That would be where he would watch them further.
CHARACTERS: John Winchester, Ruby.
SETTING: Parabolicalverse; April 2006 (2009).
TYPE: Thread/log sample.
LINK: Completed log.
NOTE: All bolded characters in thread/log samples are ones I played or NPC'd.